Bar disco poetry

The poem about disco dancing is 1. There are 50 poems about wine.

Poems about writing wine Weicheng Qu Wang Wei Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west.

William Wang luminous glass wine, if you want to drink pipa, you should urge it immediately. Don't laugh when you are drunk on the battlefield. How many people fought in ancient times? Li Bai, Lan Ling, Hakka wine tulip, jade bowl amber light.

But let the master get drunk, I don't know where it is. Drinking with the moon Li Bai has a pot of wine among the flowers, and I drink it alone. No one is with me.

Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.

I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happy spring. I sing a bright and wandering song, and I dance the shadow before wandering.

Wake up happy together, get drunk and disperse separately. Will goodwill be guaranteed? I watched the long road of Xinghewan and Cao Cao's short song about drinking. What is life geometry? For example, morning dew is much more difficult to go to Japan.

Be generous, and your troubles will be unforgettable. How to solve your worries? Only Du Kang.

Clear is your collar, YY is my miss. But for your sake, Shen Yin has stopped here.

A herd of deer ate mugwort in Ye Yuan. I have a group of good guests who are playing the piano.

It is as clear as the moon. When will it be forgotten? The troubles come from this and cannot be cut off. The weirder, the more useless.

Talk about the feast and miss the old grace. The moon stars are rare, and the blackbirds fly south and circle the tree three times. Which branches can we rely on? The mountain is never too high, and the sea is never too deep.

The duke of Zhou vomited, and the world returned to the heart. Li Qingzhao of Huanxisha doesn't make a cup of deep amber, so it melts before getting drunk.

You should be late in the wind and relax your clock, and your brain will gradually disappear. Wake up a cup of red mountain candle flower and a cup of Li Bai mountain flower.

I'm so drunk that I can sleep. I'm going to play the piano in Ming Dynasty. Cen Can, an old man, is still selling wine at the age of 70. He spent thousands of cans and bottles at the door.

Elm pods on the roadside are still like money. Will you pick them to sell wine? When I saw Li Shaofu off, I met him at the guest house and had a comfortable meeting. Hotels mean a lot of things, and it's snowing in Chongqing. The master won't return until he is drunk.

Do you want to go home at dusk? A suggestion for my friend Bai Liu Juyi: There is red stirring in the quiet stove, and the wine newly baked by green ants. With the dusk and the approaching snow, how about a glass of wine? When a hotel in Nanjing broke up, Li Bai, a breeze, brought willow cotton to make the hotel sweeter. Wu Ji kept the wine low to persuade the guests to enjoy it.

Comrades from my city came here to see me off. When each of them drank his glass, I said to him. Oh, ask this river flowing eastward, whether it can go further than the love of friends! ? Just like a dream, last night, it suddenly began to rain and the wind blew. Li Qingzhao often thinks of the sunset in Xiting, intoxicated by which she doesn't know her way home.

After returning to the boat in the evening, I strayed into the depths of the lotus, fought for the ferry, and fought for the ferry, and a beach of gulls and herons appeared. Last night, it rained heavily and the wind blew very hard. A deep sleep didn't consume the wine.

I want to ask about the shutter, but I know that Haitang is still the same. Do you know it should be green, fat, red and thin?

2. Poetry about wine

Five-character poems about wine (1) Tao Yuanming, an old friend who drinks, enjoys my interest, and wine is in harmony with him.

Ben sat quietly in Panasonic, and after counting, he was drunk. My father and I are talking nonsense, and I think I have forgotten my lines.

If you don't know you have me, you will know that things are precious. Because of its lingering charm, this wine has a deep taste.

Du Fu wrote a poem himself. Snuff is too happy, wine and green are blind date. When you are drunk, you are a guest, and poetry becomes a feeling of god.

War is still in sight, Confucianism is not the body. Suffering from being tied up by a micro-official, I bowed my head and felt ashamed of the savage.

Bai Juyi suggested a new wine of Lu Qi to my friend Liu Jian, and there was a red commotion in the quiet stove. There is a feeling of snow in the dusk outside. Can you have a drink? Three years later, Li Hedish left for home for many days.

You should drink tonight, and write when you leave. Sick bones can still exist, and there is nothing in the world.

Why ask horses and cattle, throw Ren Xiaolu. Li Hezhou and Tongquetai prostitutes and beautiful women have a pot of wine, and autumn is full of thousands of miles.

Stone horse is lying in the new smoke, so why worry? Singing and sneaking, the wind rises from the trees.

Long-term pressure platform, tearful eye flower machine. Li He gave Shang Chen Chang 'an a bad-hearted man.

Before the Lengga case, Chu Ci was tied behind his elbow. Life is too short, a pot of wine is blocked now, so there is no need to go in vain.

Sad statement saint, covered with brown molybdenum beans. When people choose to fail, they should learn to be Yao and Shun.

The rut in Chai Men is frozen, and the elm shadow is thin. Come and visit me at dusk, bitter festivals will wrinkle the green sun.

Taihua 5,000 meters, a smoke show. When you are in pain, there is no place to look.

I still don't pity, I would rather lock my mouth. Teacher Li Shenghua sat and watched the day.

Make an olive in every first frost, and be as angry as a willow in spring. Etiquette is different, and the description is as dry as a pig.

The snow went straight to the altar, and the ink ball wore a copper belt. Male and female servants only want to take dustpans and brooms when they are in gas.

When do you open your eyes? Gu Jian agent a loud roar! From Li Hebai's Changgu to Luohoumen, there was a famine in September, and Cang Cen was in Qiumen. 10 It was very cold at the end of October, and the snow was faint.

The sky is covered with colors and the clouds are filled with thoughts. There are thousands of miles of wind on the road, and the saliva marks of wild bamboo snakes.

The sound of freezing waves in Shixi makes chickens crow to wash the cold morning. Forced to go to Dongshe, untie the horse and vote for the old neighbor.

Master surnamed Liao, Xiangqu surnamed Xin. Branches don't drink. I invited the right person.

I want to go to Chu in the south and Qin in the west. Both Wang Xiang and Wu Di remain young.

On the stage of Wen Taoran, Song Yu has no soul. Two lines, stinging insects and autumn clouds.

Do you have to pay multiple salaries in order to explore the significance of Qintai? Li He sent Wei's brother into the customs to see him off and drink and have fun, which was a shame for thousands of people. What is the saddest thing? The horse's head wears a gold ring.

Wild color has no owner, and Tyumen has a vacancy. Sit up and be brave, but you can't look at it.

Trees go west, and green buds grow. Lang Wei's good brother was born in Korean.

I live on the mountain, an acre of wormwood field. The rain at night calls the renter, and the sound of spring is dark.

Who can understand hard work? Only the mountains in the south are pale. Li He dances songs, Wu E is absolutely vocal, wandering in the air.

There are horses and chariots at the door, and we need green moss. There is a bird in the bottle. I advise you to live a long life.

Win Hanwu brocade upstairs, watch the cold and drink flower dew. The sun never sets in the east, and the sky is old.

Dancheng snakes ride white fog, and Yujing land is millennial. Snakes are turtles for two thousand years, and wudi green grass is there every year.

On the back, there are gossip called immortals, and the evil scales are stubborn and slippery. Su Wu's poems are related to branches and leaves, and there are also reasons for making friends.

All men are brothers, who is a passer-by? Besides, I am connected to a tree, and I am like my son.

The former is similar in length, while the latter is like a Qin. Only when you think about it will your kindness be renewed day by day.

Lu Wu thinks of weeds and can compare with guests. I have a bottle of wine that I want to give to people far away.

May my son stay and think about it and talk about this life. Li Ling's poetry folder will never meet again, three years and a thousand years.

There are long tassels on the river. I miss my son. Looking at the north wind from afar, wine is not rewarded.

Why do pedestrians think of me when they are pregnant with the road? Never shed tears, and take precautions with your son.

Nineteen ancient poems live in heaven and earth, and suddenly they are like travelers. This is not a book about strong wine and fun.

Nineteen ancient poems, life is like sending, life is not solid. Long live what an overlap, sages can't.

Taking food for longevity is mostly caused by medicine. Why don't you drink some wine and wear tens of thousands of sous?

Yu Xin is still drunk after drinking a few glasses of wine, and the situation is unknown. Only Long Yin plays the flute, and Huan Yi can play it alone.

Song Ying's poems by Cao Zhi were hard to get in the Qing Dynasty, and it was not uncommon to have a good meeting. Heaven and earth have no end, and life is like frost.

May you show your elegance, my friend is in the north. Kiss each other and buy wine in this river.

It's that the guests don't drink enough because they are fed thinly in the middle. Love is bitter and deep, and it is worthy of the heart.

Mountains and rivers are far away, and it does not promote the meeting. Rong Shi is willing to be a wing bird and fly in the air.

Ying Kun and Bai Yi's poems were fully developed in his life, changing like pagodas, getting drunk, and being bald and red like pots. Ruan Ji's poems are repeated day after day, one after another fainting in the morning.

Let the color become normal and the spirit will drift away. I feel sorry for Chu when I am near, and miss you when I am old.

I can't talk about wine, I'm sad and miserable. Boyun, there is a bottle of wine before this meeting, and the shopkeeper is going to drink it.

The jade vase is between the two remaining rooms, and the silk is arranged in the east and west compartments. What a good dance sleeve, little change.

Zuo Si Yong Shi Jing Ke drank Yan Shi, and the alcohol was enough to benefit the earthquake. Lamentation and gradual departure mean no entrance.

Although there is no strong earth festival, it is also very different from the world. Tao Yuanming praised Jing Ke and yan dan as mentors, aiming at winning by winning.

Gather 100 husbands and finish Jing Qing before the end of the year. A friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, and a sword comes out of Yanjing.

Suba is famous and generous, so she gave it to me. Public danger is fierce.

Drinking water is easy, four rows of heroes. Seven-character Poetry to Wine (2) Gao Shi Yingzhou Ge Yingzhou's youth hates vilen and hunts with fur at the gates.

Drinking for thousands of minutes is not intoxicating, and Hu can ride a horse at the age of twenty. Li Bai asked for the moon in 1989. Today, he can't see the ancient moon, but he has taken photos of the ancients this month.

The ancients were like running water, looking at the bright moon. I just hope to sing loudly to the glass, and the moonlight can grow in the golden cup.

Li Baixuan Zhou Xie Tiao don't go to school, but since the water is still flowing, even though we cut it with a sword, sadness will come back, even though we drown them with wine. Since the world can't satisfy our desire, I will loosen my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow.

Li Bai left in a hotel in Nanjing. The wind blows catkins, which makes the hotel more warm. A girl Wu poured wine and advised me to have a drink. Comrades from my city came here to see me off. When each of them drank his glass, I said to him.

Oh, ask this river flowing eastward, whether it can go further than the love of friends! ? Li Yelang presented a gift to the judge who died in Chang 'an yesterday. Five princes and seven nobles shared a glass of wine. In front of Shi Hao, awe-inspiring air, when the wind and love fall behind others. Li Bai sang the sunset to catch up with the flowers instead of Shanxi.

Children in Xiangyang clapped their hands together and stopped to sing white brass. I'm sorry to ask you what you're laughing at, but you're completely drunk.

Cormorant, parrot cup, 36 thousand days in a hundred years, 300 cups must be poured every day. Looking at the duck head green in Hanshui from a distance is like the beginning of grapes.

If the river turns into spring wine, it will build a trough and hill when it bends. Thousands of beautiful horses change concubines, laughing and singing plum blossoms on carved saddles.

There is a pot of wine hanging on the side of the car, and the wind dragon urges it. Li Bai, it's hard to go with the cost of pure wine. It's a gold cup, a hip flask with 10 thousand copper coins and a jade plate worth 10 thousand yuan.

I threw the food bar and cup aside. I couldn't eat or drink. I pulled out my dagger and looked around in vain. I want to cross the Yellow River, but the ice has blocked the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow.

I will sit on the fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing to the sun with a boat.

3. Poems about dancing

1, dance back to tea and sing sad songs.

The hall is full of bright lights and the seats are beautiful. 2. Lu Tong's old muscle in the novel Water Tornado is not dirty and naive, just like Xiao Lai Li Yu Yao Chi.

Elegant and generous, full of beauty, clean and neat when making up. Too mobile to turn over, it's time to dance.

Still old and fragrant, flowers are not like, people are haggard. I want to call fairy Ling Bo.

Boating, waves travel thousands of miles. I only worry about looking back, the ice curtain is half covered, and the Ming Dynasty falls.

The shadow of the moon is sad, and the dew is scattered. Who leans on the small aperture? * * * Fang Meng, there are still amphibian snow herons, and the night is very cold.

3. Picking lotus and dancing in Gong Rui Pear Garden. Listen to Juntiandi's music and know him several times.

Struggle like a human being, picking a new biography of lotus. The waist of the willow is light, and the tongue of the warbler is squeaky.

Who is bound by the smoke of freedom? Helpless, the shift has been urged.

But driving a colorful phoenix, hibiscus is looking forward to it. May I accompany you to this party every year?

Watch the swordsmanship of Gong Sundaniang's disciples: On October 19, the second year of Du Fu's Renshou, Kuifu watched the swordsmanship of Li Linying's Twelve Niangs, which was magnificent; Asked his teacher, he said, "I am also a disciple of Gong Sundaniang." In the fifth year of Kaiyuan, I was a child. This was recorded when I watched Gongsun Li's fencing in Yancheng. I made a clear file.

People have been worshipping outside since Yichun in Gaotou and Erjifang in Liyuan. Xiao was a dancer, but at the beginning of the emperor, Sun was just a person. Jade looks gorgeous, and love is white.

Today, I am a disciple, and I am also a robber. Now that we can distinguish its origin, we can know the waves.

Generous, talk as a sword. Zhang Xu, a former Wu native, was good at cursive and calligraphy. He often saw Gong Sundaniang dancing sword in Yexian County. Since then, cursive script has improved, and he is very grateful, that is to say, Gongsun knows this.

A few years ago, there lived a beautiful Gongsun. She danced her dagger and came from four places. The audience is like a mountain lost in itself, and the world moves back and forth with her movements.

Shuo is like a shot of nine days, and the disease is like a wing of a dragon; She started out like a thunderbolt, venting her anger, and ended up like a calm river and sea. But those red lips and pearl sleeves have disappeared, and no one smells of her fame except this student.

This beautiful woman from Linying, White God Town, is still dancing and singing happily. When we answer each other's questions, we sigh together and feel sad for the changes that have taken place.

There were 8,000 ladies in the court of the late emperor, but no one could dance the short sword like Mrs. Sun. Fifty years have passed, and in a flash, the dusty cave made the royal family faint.

The players in the pear orchard floated by like fog, and now one or two female musicians are trying to attract the cold sun. The golden millet piled nanmu has been arched, and the grass in Qutang Shicheng is bleak.

The song ended, the slow string and the fast tube stopped, and in the climax of joy, sadness came with the rising of the eastern moon. And I, a poor old man, don't know where to go, but I can only trudge on a lonely hill, heading for disease and despair.

4. What are the poems about "dancing"

1, dancing low in the heart of a willow building and singing the bottom wind of a peach blossom fan.

-Yan's "Partridge Day". Note: I remember that year, you toasted with a jade cup in your hand, which was gorgeous and affectionate; I had a drink and got drunk, and my face turned red.

Dance until the roof is on the moon, next to the treetops; Sing heartily, make the peach blossom fan tired and weak. 2. After the dance, the skirt droops and the wine blushes.

-Ouyang Xiu's "Jade Home is Spring" Note: The "dance" sentence closely follows the voice of the previous sentence "Silk Spring" and writes songs and dances. The last sentence focuses on the charm of dancers, and the name correction focuses on the charm of dancers; The words "red" and "green" are the most colorful strokes in the whole word, which should be regarded as the ingenious stroke of the whole word.

3, the red dragonfly learns to dance with a soft waist, and the spinning dress is dyed like a palace. -Yan's "Yulouchun Hong Kong Learn to Dance with Soft Waist" Note: The dancer's waist is soft and dances like a butterfly.

4. When will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop? -Interpretation of Lin Sheng's Title of Lin 'an Mansion: When will the singing and dancing of the West Lake end in misty rain? Soft songs and slow dances, strings and bamboo music, the emperor's eyes can never get enough of her.

-Interpretation of Bai Juyi's "Song of Eternal Sorrow": The sound of silk and bamboo is endless, and the emperor never tires of watching dance. 6, dance back to tea, songs gather green cymbals.

The hall is full of bright lights and the seats are beautiful. -The article "Fifty Old Rhymes with Old Feeling" Note: The dancer's tea is turned over, which is beautiful.

7. Golden flowers fold their hoods, and white horses come home late. Waving wide sleeves, like a bird flying from Haidong.

-Li Bai's "Koguryo" Note: Dancing in white is like a bird. 8. Too many emotions are dancing in the evening, with the intention of slowing down the rhythm of the song. The wrist is too heavy, the waist feels awkward, the clothes are attracted by the wind, and the feelings are gently shaken.

Guan Qing Luo Jianhe, string surprised snow sleeve late. Sing one after another, and you will lose your hands and listen to the music.

I am so sad, I am so sad. Stay at dusk and love this time.

-He Xun's "Maiko Poems" Note: The beauty is dancing, and it is beautiful. 9. There are beautiful women in the south, dancing with a light green waist.

At the end of autumn, the party is full of flowers. As elegant as Youlong.

The more gorgeous, the front flow stops, and Wu Ji stops white. The slow state can't be bad, and the complicated posture bends to the end.

Low lotus waves, messy snow glory wind. When I fell, I looked forward to it, and I wanted to repair it.

Only worry about not catching it, and fly away to catch the surprise. -Li Qunyu's "Green Waist" Note: A beautiful woman dances gracefully and looks around, full of coquetry.

In the last section, the words "fly" and "chase" are used to express the vivid image of a beautiful woman dancing with a green waist, as if she had disappeared with the wind. Li Qunyu's "Green Waist" vividly reproduces the light and feminine side of the green waist, and let the world know about the dance of the green waist.

10. Su Yan muscle is innocent, come to Yuli Yaochi at dawn. Elegant and generous, full of beauty, clean and neat when making up.

It's too fluid to turn over. It's time to dance. Still old and fragrant, flowers are not like, people are haggard.

I want to call fairy Ling Bo. Boating, waves travel thousands of miles.

I only worry about looking back, the ice curtain is half covered, and the Ming Dynasty falls. The shadow of the moon is sad, and the dew is scattered. Who leans on the small aperture?

* * * Fang Meng, there are still amphibian snow herons, and the night is very cold. -Lu Tong's old "Water Dragon Hidden" Note: This image contrasts with the poet's haggard and noble image.

Although the snow heron is an amphibian, it will start and fly away, so the only thing left is the poet, and the reason for starting is the cold night, which is very different from the day.

5. Drinking poems

Ask heaven for wine ~ ~ ~

A thousand glasses of wine is not as good as a bosom friend ~ ~ ~

Huanxisha-Li Qingzhao

The Moses cup is dark amber,

Melt before you get drunk.

You should be late in your spare time.

Ruinaoxiang disappears and dreams are shattered.

Break the cold, make a bun, loosen it,

Wake up, time and space are red for candles.

I suggest you drink one more glass of wine. If you drink today, you will get drunk tomorrow.

Relatives and friends in Luoyang asked each other that there was a piece of ice in the jade pot.

Cook a sheep, kill a cow, increase my appetite, and let me drink 300 bowls at once! .

Lanling wine tulip, jade bowl full of amber light. But let the master get drunk, I don't know where it is.

Sing my songs loudly and drink my wine.

Singing to wine, the geometry of life

I have wine and the heart of a Yan Le guest.

I lived in Tomb-Sweeping Day without flowers and wine to drink. Like a monk in a temple, this lonely and poor life is very depressing and lonely for me.

Yesterday, the discussion of new kindling from neighbors, in the early days of Tomb-Sweeping Day, was illuminated in front of the window and sat down to study.

I often remember the pavilion by the stream next to the pavilion until the sun sets and I am intoxicated by the beautiful scenery. After returning to the boat in the evening, I strayed into the depths of the lotus, fought for the ferry, and fought for the ferry, and a beach of gulls and herons appeared.

Last night, the wind and rain broke out suddenly, and I slept soundly and didn't eliminate the residual wine. I asked the shutter people, and they said Haitang was still there. Do you know it should be green, fat, red and thin?

No friend drinks the flowers in the next pot of wine alone.

Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.

The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.

I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happy spring.

I sing. The moon encouraged me, and my dance was messy.

Wake up happy together, get drunk and disperse separately.

I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the damage of friendship, just like the Milky Way in the Milky Way.

Invite for a drink

Have you seen how the water of the Yellow River flows out of the sky and into the ocean, never to return?

Have you seen the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room? Although it is silky black in the morning, it turns into snow at night.

Oh, let a brave man take risks in his favorite place, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! ,

I was born useful, spinning a thousand pieces of silver, all come back! ,

Cooking and slaughtering cattle is fun, let me, 300 bowls, a long drink! .

Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, bring the wine! Let your cup never stop! .

Let me sing you a song! Please sing for me.

What are bells and drums, delicacies and treasures? I hope I will never wake up.

The sober and sages of the past have been forgotten, and only great drinkers can be immortalized.

At a banquet in Yuanmingyuan, Prince Chen spent 10,000 coppers on a barrel of wine, and everyone laughed and made a quip.

Master, why don't you say you have less money, go buy wine and we'll drink together! .

Keywords streaky horse, golden autumn, give it to the boy in exchange for good wine,

With you, you will always worry.

Grape wine luminous cup, if you want to drink pipa, it will be destroyed immediately. Don't laugh when you are drunk on the battlefield. How many people fought in ancient times?

The wine in Zhumen stinks, and the road has frozen bones.

Why is Du Kang the only solution?

It is not the wine that makes people drunk, but the people who drink it make themselves drunk.

When you drink alcohol, you will be more worried.

Xinglai bought all the wine in the south of the city, and the cart piled up long wine bottles aboveboard. Although the strong winds for several days made the sea rough, the wine ships kept arriving. * * * Take the Xijiang River and pour the Beidou carefully. Vientiane is a guest. Poetry wine must be drunk today, and fame is endless. Endure to change the name to shallow singing? Where was the Ming Dynasty awake? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon. The son of heaven couldn't get on the boat and said he was a fairy in wine.

Until, holding up my cup, I asked the bright moon to bring me my shadow and let us become three people.

The quatrains of drunkards in the world.

Grape wine luminous cup, if you want to drink pipa, hurry up at once.

The wine is full and the box is still open.

A glass of turbid wine in Wan Li's home.

Although we were drunk, we lit a lamp to go to the movies.

Calling for Song one after another, how many days do we have?

Jinzun sake, a cup of ten thousand yuan.

The wine in Zhumen stinks, and the road has frozen bones.

There is a trace of green in the old bottle and a trace of red in the quiet stove.

With the dusk and the approaching snow, how about a glass of wine?