66 sad sentences of drunkenness

First, people get drunk before they get drunk.

Second, wine is more worrying.

Third, standing on two legs, drinking does not count.

Fourth, wine into sorrow, into acacia tears.

5. When will there be a bright moon? I take my glass from a distance.

6. Memory is a bitter and sweet wine.

Seven, the end of the song, the wine is not drunk.

Eight, drunk, I refuse to obey anyone, just hold the wall.

Nine, a new word, a glass of wine, the weather was old last year.

10. I advise you to drink a glass of wine and go out of Yangguan for no reason.

Eleven, sorrow has been drunk. Tears come before wine.

Twelve, but since the water is still flowing, even though we cut it with the sword, sadness will come back, even though we drown them with wine.

Thirteen, the night wine awakens people far away, and it is full of wind and rain.

14, a glass of wine to Wan Li, no joy, no plan.

Fifteen, the pain of boys is wine, and the pain of girls is tears!

At the age of sixteen, bad luck frosted my temples, and heartache and fatigue were thick dust in my wine.

Seventeen, intoxicating is nothing more than flowers * * * wine, flowers are beauty wine is sorrow.

Eighteen, autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, which can be a tall building.

Nineteen, I was brave for too long and decided to live only for you.

Twenty, wine reminds me of you, but you forget me.

Twenty-one, if loneliness can be drunk, then love is a hangover.

Twenty-two, wine is just one cup after another, and the heart is not drunk and drunk.

Twenty-three, only when you are drunk can you experience true physical and mental freedom.

Twenty-four, half a catty of improper wine, one catty of wall support, I won't go after half a catty.

Twenty-five, I started flying when I was drunk, and I learned to get drunk when you left.

Twenty-six, dreaming that you are drunk is like waking up after drinking hangover soup.

Twenty-seven, after all these years, am I the name you shouted when you were drunk?

Twenty-eight, wine into the throat, there is a broken sound, as if singing in despair.

Twenty-nine, the wine knows that there are thousands of cups missing, drink as much as you can, and run if you can't drink.

There is good wine when friends come. If a pervert comes to him, it's up to the female pervert.

Thirty-one, the wind is gone, the clouds hurt themselves, and hating wine softens the heart, with a touch of darkness and a few degrees of madness.

32. I sleep alone with loneliness and alcohol. If I can meet you again, don't back down.

Thirty-three, I don't remember, but the wine soaked my whole body, from my heart to my heart.

Thirty-four, wine can eliminate sorrow, but also add interest. But after waking up, it is a feeling: headache.

In fact, the most decadent thing is not getting drunk and partying every night, but waking up and wasting time.

Thirty-six, the wine partner is lonely, not lonely. Only when I was drunk did I realize that I had missed the person beside me.

Thirty-seven, pretend to be indifferent, use alcohol paralysis to make yourself look numb.

Thirty-eight, the three major sorrows of the dinner: the people to be invited didn't come, but they all came with you, and you were still awake when you checked out.

39. Most people get drunk not because others advise them, but because they drink too much when others advise them to drink.

Forty, wine is a catalyst for inspiration and emotion. It is said that this person wants to drink to the moon, and there are hundreds of drinking poems.

Forty-one, you can't dream of happiness if you are drunk. Time can't put out the wine of love, and distance can't open the hand of missing.

Forty-two, I want to cry in my eyes, I want to smile in my mouth, I just want to numb all my thoughts with alcohol.

Forty-three, it's okay to lean against the dangerous building. Looking forward to spring sorrow, the sky is dark. In the afterglow of the grass, no one will lean on the fence and be silent.

Forty-four, I plan to get drunk. When drinking is a song, strong music is still tasteless. I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.

Forty-five, paralyze yourself with alcohol until the wound no longer hurts. No amount of pure alcohol can paralyze my love for you.

Forty-six, wine field life, life wine field, whether it is annoying or laughing. A table of wine deduces a society; A glass of wine, Lang Lang Gan Kun.

Forty-seven, others may think that I am massive, or think that I am very happy to drink. In fact, only my own psychology is weighing the drums.

48. It doesn't matter whether you are suitable or not. The most important thing is to be interested. Otherwise, if we don't have the same language, we will still feel lonely even together.

Forty-nine, sorrow has been drunk. Tears come before wine. The night is deep, the lights are gone, the lights disappear between the lights, but I lean on the pillow and chat to sleep. This endless loneliness really makes the taste of loneliness similar. Worry is endless, and the distance is like spring water.

50. When you are drunk, indulge your emotions through alcohol, don't pretend, don't mask, even if it's just this night, really love, hate and pursue your dreams.

Fifty-one, the wine partner is lonely, not lonely. I found out after I was drunk, but I didn't remember the people around me. It's just that the wine soaked my whole body, from my heart to my heart.

Fifty-two, the wine overflows when it is full, but who is the extra melancholy that overflows? I am full of melancholy again, and I have drunk all my recent troubles and unhappiness!

53. The tables in pubs must be made thick and strong. In this way, drunken people can put all their sad failures and tears here and leave with peace of mind.

54. When will there be a bright moon? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. I want to go home by wind, but I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu. I can't stand the cold at the top of the mountain. I dance to find out what my shadow looks like on the earth.

Fifty-five, tired to the shore, always relying on the harbor. Now parting is just around the corner, blurring your eyes and mine. The breadth of heaven and earth, I would like to be close as neighbors, wave my hand and enjoy a better life from now on.

Fifty-six, men and women are matched, and the work is not tired. Because in front of the opposite sex, men always like to show their manly side. Only in this way can you be like a man, so male chauvinism is sometimes necessary.

57. Wine is like a woman, and there are gains and losses in life. A successful woman can be intertwined and never let a man go all her life. A frustrated woman, in tears, raised her glass and was drunk alone.

Fifty-eight, getting drunk is even harder. Suddenly, I stopped talking about you when I was drunk. When I woke up the next day, I realized that I was used to not having you, and I had forgotten you, but I still had you in my heart, but I didn't miss you anymore.

Fifty-nine, love becomes love without achieving anything. No matter what kind of love, it is a kind of beauty and a result. And the love engraved in the bottom of my heart will be truly eternal because of selflessness and indifference to sadness.

Sixty, women who drink know how to cherish, and women who drink know how to understand. Women who drink know how to give up. Women who drink will express their feelings with wine, dare to love and hate, and women who drink will interpret their lives with wine, and dare to do it.

Sixty-one, every time we meet, two people hiding the same little secret push a cup for a change across the sea of people and smile at each other, which is more or less warm. We will talk about trivial days, we will be drunk by others, and we will drink others with a tacit smile.

Sixty-two, I really long for a happy drunkenness. I want to vomit, spit out my inner feelings and unhappiness, and spit out my own heart. It is best to let people in the distant horizon know: "I am very tired, I hope you can forgive me by leaps and bounds."

Sixty-three, the wine is full, and it overflows when it is full, but who is the extra melancholy that overflows? I am full of my melancholy again, and I have drunk all my recent troubles and unhappiness! In the eyes of others, I may be massive, or I may say that I am very happy, but only my own psychology is weighing the drums.

Sixty-four, I thought I could start over if I was drunk, but you don't belong to me anymore. When I first thought of Manrou, I had planted the root of love in my heart, saying that I would forget, never, and that I would give up, which was hard to say. The night of insomnia and tears passed, and I finally realized that recently, it was the last reason I got drunk.

Sixty-five, wine is my life partner. "fame outside Wan Li, sorrow in a cup", because of the wine, I have a more indifferent life; "Wine gives people courage, and wine makes people sentimental." Because of wine, I sometimes become strong when I am weak. Drinking too much is harmful to your health, which is my deepest experience of drinking.

Sixty-six, wine is a spiritual sustenance. Some people drink when they are happy, euphemistically called "drown their sorrows by drinking", and the result is often ecstatic, but they lose, or even lose; Some people drink when they are in pain, saying that they are "drowning their sorrows", but in the end, "drowning their sorrows with wine is even more worrying."