What are some sad books about wine?

If you like a pair of shoes, Qian Shan will wear out. If you love someone, you will drink with him without saying a word.

If it's not me, it's someone else

Men with cigarettes and wine have stories; When a woman is rich and beautiful, there will be tragedy.

The fragrance leaks long, the clouds fly without a shadow, and the birds sing on the fingers. Looking at the horizon, it is the clear glow of the sea and moon full of thoughts, and it is an indelible curtain in my heart. Perhaps, there is still an inch of sadness that is hard to eliminate. The bright moon is as bright as a pile, and it is also full of eyebrows inadvertently. Tonight, Xiao is still here. Purple jade cold flute, single back, with jade beads beside it, where are you now?

Human feelings are just a shower, which dries up when it rains. A friend is a cloud, which comes and goes. Leisure is a pot of wine, and you wake up when you are drunk. Loneliness is a star, which goes out in a flash. Loneliness is a full moon, ups and downs. Death is a dream, tired and sleeping. How far is it from birth to death? Between breaths. How far is it from mystery to enlightenment? For a while. How far is it from love to hate? Between impermanence.

Inexplicable confusion, speechless emotions, day after day, year after year in my heart. At that moment, I couldn't find the exit. I want to drown my sorrows in wine, but the choking smell makes people frown. The pages of love have turned yellow, how to reproduce them? Count the days silently and look forward to tomorrow's surprise. What you can get is loneliness or loneliness. I sow acacia but reap bitter fruit, others love me like a tide, but I cry. Helpless company, lonely company.

Rain says the sky will shed tears, roses say love will always wither, parting says loneliness and tasteless, coffee says life is used to bitterness, and you are tired along the way. You get drunk after drinking a drop, and it will break when you touch the rain. Only friends are the most precious.

A drop of mellow wine makes you intoxicated; Beautiful flowers are intoxicating; The story of Qixi has been told for thousands of years; Love your heart, forever. On Valentine's Day, carve roses into short messages and meet in secret language under the grape trellis.

Life is still like a glass of red wine. People who love life will taste endless beauty from it. Hold it in your hand and observe it carefully. There is a feeling of blood in its dark red, which is the trace of life. Take a sip and leave it in your mouth. There is a hint of bitterness in its sweetness, which is as complicated and confusing as life. Take a sip, and the lingering fragrance is refreshing and beneficial for life.

Sake is such a transparent liquid, which can make people's skin and stomach warm, their limbs weak and there is no sadness in their hearts.

Once the feelings have gone bad, it is better to be taken away by the torrent of time. You can't make wine or get drunk in your arms.

I hurriedly brushed the dust off the guests, drank the ecstatic wine, spread the melancholy mood under jathyapple, and locked the fragrance in my fingers. Several degrees of prosperity, past lives can not know.

The new wine still uses the old formula, just like meeting more new people but seeing the old one.

Buying a computer without broadband is like becoming a monk without eating.

In front of the person who loves you, you will always be a child, but in front of the person who doesn't love you, you will always be a man. You said to drink to the past and never look back. In fact, even if you are drunk and worried alone at dusk, if that person reaches out, you will still go with him.

Life is like a jar. People get drunk when they are immersed in it.

Life, isn't it? Almost all dying people love life, but what do we really love in life? If life is a jar of wine, we love not the percentage of alcohol, but the faint fragrance. If life is a flower, what we love is not beautiful red and purple, but affectionate Xu Xiasheng. If life is the moon, we love not those cold and hard rocks, but the gentle white silk that slowly flows down in the quiet night. If life is jade, we love not its valuation table, but the information revealed in the warm and soft light.

The way you smile is the most touching. Two thin lips are smiling, long eyes are smiling, and the two dimples on your cheek are also smiling.

Who is moved by the whispers of autumn? The coffee of the years is floating in the sky. Who shed blue tears? I can't taste the wine, but I know who is drunk. The roses in the dark night are fragrant with the ashes of memory, and the unique luminous cup cries at the night light, unwilling to be blown away by the sultry night wind.

The grass is green, the warblers fly to the branches, and Qian Shan is full of water. The moon tower renders the Yao court, and the heart is soft and the flowers are full. Light as a dream, oblique fragrant willows, light smoke, green water, little Qin Zheng. Moon coagulation, hiring Ting Cui clothes, flying flowers to wipe. Diana gathered and became gentle, and a scene of moonlight poured down on the court. Dimfragrance sleeves, met Bi Hen, staring at the magnolia. Fanghua butterfly dance, Qingmen drink, a cup of light sorrow wine, drunken willow.

Life is a road, with shortcuts and twists and turns; Looking at life with a smile, there is always a harmonious and fulfilling joy. Happiness is like wearing shoes, and elasticity is self-evident; Happiness is like drinking water. If happiness is material, then happiness is spiritual. Happiness is to brew the sweet wine of life with the bitterness of life.