The poem about disco dancing is 1. There are 50 poems about wine.
Writing wine Weicheng Qu Wang Wei Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow. Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their relatives when they go out to the sun.
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 I got the host drunk and didn't know where it was. Drinking the bright moon alone Li Bai from from a pot of wine among the flowers, I drink 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 happiness of spring. The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.
Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness. Will goodwill be guaranteed? , I see the Milky Way Long Road, and Cao Cao's Drinking Short Song. What's the 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.
Qingqing is your collar, YY is my miss. But for your sake, Shen Yin has come a long way.
A herd of deer, yo, ate mugwort in Ye Yuan. I have a group of good guests, playing the piano and playing the piano.
As clear as the bright moon, when can I forget it? The troubles come from this and cannot be cut off. The weirder, the more useless.
Talk about the banquet and miss the old grace. There are few stars in the moon, and blackbirds fly south and circle the tree three times. What branches can you 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 doesn't make a cup of deep amber when he is drunk.
You should be late in the wind and relax your clock, and your brain will slowly disappear. When I wake up, I have a cup of red mountain candle flower and a cup of Li Bai mountain flower.
I'm drunk enough to go to bed, and the Ming Dynasty is going to play the piano. Cen Can old man, 70 years old, still sells wine, with thousands of pots and pans 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 good talk. Hotels mean a lot of things, and it snows in Chu Qing. The master won't return until he is drunk.
Do you want to go home at dusk? A suggestion to my friend Bai Liu Juyi is that there is red stirring in a quiet stove, and green ants are baking new wine. With dusk and snow coming, how about a glass of wine? Breaking up in a hotel in Nanjing, Li Bai, a breeze, brought catkins, which made the store sweeter. Wu Ji pressed the wine and advised the guests to enjoy it.
Comrades in my city came to see me off. When each of them drank his glass, I said to him when leaving. Oh, ask this river flowing eastward, whether it can go further than the love of friends! ? It was like a dream. Last night, after a storm, the wind suddenly blew. Li Qingzhao often thinks of the sunset in Xiting, intoxicated with it, and doesn't know the way home.
After returning to the boat in the evening, I strayed into the depths of the lotus, and fought for the ferry, and a pool of gulls rose. Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew, so I slept soundly and didn't consume wine.
I want to ask about the shutter. I know Haitang is still the same. You know it should be green, fat, red and thin?
2. Poetry about wine
A five-character poem about wine (1) Tao Yuanming, an old friend who drinks, enjoys my interest, and wine is in harmony with him.
Ban Jing sat in Panasonic and got drunk after counting. I'm talking nonsense with my father. I think I've been disconnected.
I didn't know I was there, so I knew things were precious. Because of its lingering charm, this wine has a deep taste.
Du Fu wrote a poem by himself. Snuff dating Tessie, wine dating Green. When you are drunk, you are a guest, and poetry becomes a sense 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 with green paint to my friend Liu Jian. There was a red commotion in the quiet stove. It feels like snow outside at dusk. Can I have a drink? Three years later, Li He and Dish left for home for more than a day.
You want to drink tonight, and write when you go. Sick bones can still exist, and there is nothing in the world.
Why ask cattle and horses, vote for Ren Xiaolu. Li He chased a pot of wine with a copper finch prostitute and a beauty, and it was a thousand miles in autumn.
There's nothing to worry about. Singing secretly, the wind rises from the tree.
Long-term pressure table, tearful eye flower machine. Li He gave Shang Chen Chang 'an a bad-hearted man.
Before Lengga case, Chu Ci was tied behind his elbow. Life is poor and clumsy, and a pot of wine is only blocked by a beauty, so there is no need to go white.
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. Visit me at dusk, and the bitter festival wrinkles the green sun.
Taihua 5,000 meters, a smoke show. There is no inch to find when you are in pain.
I'd rather keep my mouth shut than pity. Teacher Li Shenghua sat watching the sky.
Every frost is an olive, and anger is like a spring willow. Different manners, gaunt 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 the gas state.
When do you open your eyes? Gu Jian agent a loud roar! Li Hebai from Changgu to Luohoumen, September, the wild, Cang Cen in Qiumen. At the end of October, it was cold and the snow was faint.
The sky is covered with colors and the clouds are filled with thoughts. Thousands of miles of wind on the road, saliva marks of wild bamboo snakes.
The sound of frozen waves in Shixi, the crow of chickens washes the cold morning. Forced to go to Dongshe, I got rid of my horse and voted for my old neighbor.
The owner's surname is Liao and Xiangqu's surname is Xin. Branches don't drink, so 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.
Wen Tao ran Taiwan, Song Yu has no soul. Two lines, stinging insects and autumn clouds.
Is it necessary to pay an extra salary in order to explore the significance of Qintai? Li He sent Wei's brother to Fujian to drink and have fun, which is the shame of ten thousand people. What is the saddest thing? Wearing a gold ring on the horse's head.
The wild color has no owner, and the autumn is empty. Sit up and be brave, but you can't look.
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 the hardships, only Nanshan is pale. Li He's dancing songs, Wu E's singing voice is superb, and the empty clouds are lingering.
There are horses and chariots at the door, and moss is needed. There is a bird in the bottle. I advise you to live a long life.
Win Hanwu brocade upstairs and see the cold drink flower dew clearly. The oriental sun never breaks, and it grows old.
Dancheng is a snake riding a white fog, and Yujing is a thousand years old. Snakes are turtles for two thousand years, and wudi green grass is there every year.
On the back, there are eight diagrams calling the gods, and the evil scales are stubborn and slippery. Su Wu Bieshi'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 Hu and Qin. Only when you think about it will your kindness be renewed day by day.
Lu Wu thinks of weeds, which can be compared 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 poems will never meet again. Three years is a thousand years.
There is a long tassel on the river, missing my son. Looking at the north, wine can't be paid.
Pedestrians are pregnant with the road, why should they miss me? Never shed tears, and take precautions with your children.
Nineteen ancient poems live between heaven and earth, suddenly like travelers. It's not like the book says, booze and have fun.
Nineteen ancient poems, life is like sending, life is not solid. Long live what an overlap, sages can't.
Seeking immortality by eating 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 already unknown. Only Long Yin's flute can be played by Huan Yi 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 are endless, 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.
The middle feed is thin, and the guests don't drink enough. If you love hard and deeply, you will be worthy of your 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 Bai Yi's poems are completely developed in his life, changing like a pagoda, a drunken towel falling, and bald as a pot. 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 float away. I feel sorry for Chu when I am near, but I miss you when I am old.
I can't talk about wine. I'm sad and bitter. Boyun, there was a bottle of wine before this meeting, and the host put it on the table to drink.
The jade vase is between two spare rooms, and the silk is arranged in the east and west compartments. What wonderful dance sleeves, poor change.
Zuo Si Yong Shi Jing Ke drinks Yanshi, and the alcohol is enough to benefit the earthquake. Sighing, drifting away, means no entrance.
Although there is no strong earth festival, it is very different from the world. Tao Yuanming praised Jing Ke and yan dan as mentors, aiming to win by winning.
Gather one hundred husbands and get Jing Qing at the end of the year. A friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, and a sword comes out of Yanjing.
Su Ba's reputation is wide and strange, and he gave it to me generously. Public danger is fierce.
Drinking water is easy, four rows of heroes. Seven-character Poems on Wine (2) Young people in Geyingzhou, Gao Shiying hate Yuanye and hunt fur at the gates.
Drinking a thousand points is not intoxicating, and Hu can ride a horse at the age of twenty. Li Bai, 89, asking for the moon did not see Gu Yue today, but he took photos of the ancients this month.
The ancients were like running water, looking at the bright moon. Just look at the glass and sing loudly, and the moonlight can grow in a golden cup.
Zhou Xie Tiao said goodbye, but since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with a sword, sadness will come back, even though we drown it with wine. Since the world can't satisfy our desire, I will loosen my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow.
Li Bai's breakup in a hotel in Nanjing brought catkins, which made the hotel more warm. A girl from Wu poured wine and advised me to share it. Comrades in my city came to see me off. When each of them drank his glass, I said to him when leaving.
Oh, ask this river flowing eastward, whether it can go further than the love of friends! ? Li Yelang gave a gift to the judge who died in Chang 'an yesterday, and the 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 in Xiangyang and wanted to chase flowers instead of Shanxi.
Xiangyang children clap their hands together and stop the street to sing white copper. I'm sorry to ask you what you're laughing at. You're drunk as a fiddler.
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 becomes spring wine, it will build a trough and a hill when it bends. A swift horse changes concubines, smiles and sings plum blossoms on carved saddles.
There is a pot of wine hanging by the car, which is urged by the wind dragon. It is difficult for Li Bai to go along with pure wine, because a gold cup, 10 thousand copper coins, a hip flask and a jade dish are all worth 10 thousand yuan.
I threw the food bar and cup aside. I couldn't eat or drink. I pulled out my dagger. I peeped in four directions in vain. I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow.
I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing a boat towards the sun.
3. Dance poetry
1, dance back to tea and sing sad songs.
The lights in the hall are bright and the seats are beautiful. 2, waterspout Lutong old muscles are not dirty or naive, and Xiao Lai Li Yu Yao Chi.
Graceful and covered, full of beauty, very clean when making up. Too mobile to turn over, it's time to dance.
It's still the same sentence: old fragrance is light powder, flowers are not like it, and people are haggard. I want to call fairy Ling Bo.
Boating, waves travel thousands of miles. I'm only worried about looking back. The ice curtain is half covered, and the Ming Dynasty is falling.
The shadow of the moon is sad, and the dew is scattered. Who leans on the small aperture? * * * In Fang Meng, there are still amphibious snow herons, and it is cold at night.
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 in Cai Feng, Furong expected. May I accompany you to this party every year?
Watching Gong Sundaniang's disciple's swordsmanship: On October 19, the second year of Du Fu's reign, the Kuifu family 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, when I was a child, I recorded it while watching Gongsun Jianfa in Yancheng, and I made a clear file.
Since Gaochou Yichun and Liyuan Erjifang, they have been admired by people. Xiao is a dancer, but at the beginning, Sun was just a person. Jade looks gorgeous and white.
Today I am a disciple and a bandit. Since we can distinguish its origin, we can know the wave.
Generous, talk as a sword. Zhang Xu, a former Wu native, is good at cursive script and calligraphy. He often saw Gong Sundaniang dancing Xihe Sword in Yexian County. Since then, cursive calligraphy has improved and I am grateful, that is, Gongsun knows.
A few years ago, there was a beautiful Gongsun who danced her dagger from all directions. The audience is like a mountain lost between them, and the world moves back and forth with her movements.
As bright as a shot of nine days, as swift as a dragon on the front wing of an angel; She began to be like a thunderbolt, venting its anger and ending the shining calm like rivers and seas. But those red lips and pearl sleeves disappeared, and no one except this student smelled of her fame.
This beautiful woman from Linying, White God Town, still dances and sings happily. When we answer each other's questions, we sigh together and feel sad for the changes that have taken place.
There are 8,000 ladies-in-waiting in the harem, but none of them can dance short sword like Mrs. Sun. Fifty years later, the royal family fainted in the dusty cave with a flick of a finger.
The musicians in the pear orchard floated by like fog, and now one or two female musicians are trying to fascinate the cold sun. The golden millet piled nanmu has been arched, and the grass in Qutang Shicheng is bleak.
The song has been sung, the slow-string allegro has stopped, the joy is in full swing, the moon in the east rises, and the sadness follows. And I, a poor old man, don't know where to go. I must sharpen my feet towards illness and despair on a lonely mountain.
4. What are the poems about "dance"
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 got drunk after one drink, and my face turned red.
Dance until the moon is on the roof, next to the treetops; Enjoy singing and making peach blossom fans. I'm exhausted. 2. After the dance, the skirt droops and the wine blushes.
-Ouyang Xiu's "Jade Home is Spring" Note: The sentence of "Dance" 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 two most brilliant words in the whole word, which should be regarded as the genius of the whole word.
3, the red dragonfly learns to dance with a soft waist, and the spun dance clothes are dyed like palaces. -Yan's "Yulouchun Hong Kong Learn to Dance with Soft Waist" Note: The dancer has a soft waist and dances like a butterfly.
4. When will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop? -Interpretation of Lin Sheng's "Lin 'an Mansion": When did the singing and dancing of the West Lake stop in misty rain? Soft songs and slow dances, strings and bamboo music, the emperor's eyes can never stare at 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, the dance turns back to tea, and the songs gather green cymbals.
The lights in the hall are bright 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 the hood, and white horses come home late. Dance with wide sleeves, like a bird from the east.
-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 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 by one, and you will lose your hands and listen to music.
I am so sad, I am so sad. Stay at dusk and love this time.
-He Xun's "Maiko Poetry" Note: Beauty dances in the palm of your hand, which is beautiful. 9. There are beautiful women in the south, dancing with green waist.
In late autumn, the banquet is full of flowers. Graceful as orchid, like 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 fall, I look forward to it, and I want to repair it.
I just worry that I can't catch it, so I fly away to catch the surprise. -Li Qunyu's "Green Waist" Note: Beauty dances gracefully, looks around and is full of coquetry.
The last sentence uses the words "fly" and "chase", which shows a vivid image of a beautiful woman dancing around her waist, just like blowing in the wind. Li Qunyu's "Green Waist" vividly reproduces the lightness and softness of the green waist, and lets the world know the dance of the green waist.
10. Plain muscle is innocent. You come to Yuli Yaochi at dawn. Graceful and covered, full of beauty, very clean when making up.
Too mobile to turn over, it's time to dance. It's still the same sentence: old fragrance is light powder, flowers are not like it, and people are haggard.
I want to call fairy Ling Bo. Boating, waves travel thousands of miles.
I'm only worried about looking back. The ice curtain is half covered, and the Ming Dynasty is falling. The shadow of the moon is sad, and the dew is scattered. Who leans on the small aperture?
* * * In Fang Meng, there are still amphibious snow herons, and it is cold at night. -Notes on Lu Tong's Old Water Dragon Hidden: This image contrasts with the poet's haggard and noble image.
Although the snow heron is amphibious, it started and flew away, so the only thing left is the poet. 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 are not worth 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.
The brain is fragrant and dreams are broken.
Break the cold, make a bun and loosen it,
Wake up, time and space are red for candles.
I advise you to 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, sharpen your appetite, and let me, 300 bowls, take a big drink! .
Lanling wine tulips, jade bowls filled with amber light. But I got the host drunk and didn't know where it was.
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 have lived in Tomb-Sweeping Day without flowers and wine. Like a monk in a temple, everything is depressing and lonely for me.
Yesterday, I discussed new kindling from my neighbor's house, and early in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I lit in front of the window and sat down to study.
I often remember the pavilion by the stream next to the pavilion until the sunset, intoxicated by the beautiful scenery and lingering. After returning to the boat in the evening, I strayed into the depths of the lotus, and fought for the ferry, and a pool of gulls rose.
Last night, the wind and rain broke out suddenly, and I slept soundly and didn't eliminate the residual wine. I asked about the shutter, but Haitang is still there. You know it should be green, fat, red and thin?
Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink 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 happiness of spring.
I sang. The moon encouraged me, and my dance was messy.
Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness.
I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.
Invite for a drink
Have you seen how the water of the Yellow River flows from the sky to the sea and never returns?
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 man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, 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 in! Let your cup never stop! .
Let me sing you a song! Please sing a song for me.
What are bells and drums, delicacies and treasures? I hope I will never wake up.
Ancient sober people and sages were forgotten, and only great drinkers can be immortalized.
Chen bought a barrel of wine with 10 thousand gold coins at a banquet in the temple, and everyone laughed and said one-liners
Master, why don't you say you have less money? Go buy wine and we'll drink it together! .
Keywords Wuhuama, Qianjinqiu, give it to the young man for good wine,
With you, you will always worry.
Grape wine luminous cup, want to drink pipa immediately destroyed. Don't laugh when you are drunk on the battlefield. How many people fought in ancient times?
The wine and meat in Zhumen stink, and the road has frozen bones.
Why is Du Kang the only solution?
It is not the wine that is drunk, but the drinker himself.
After drinking, you will be more worried.
Xinglai bought all the wine in the south of the city, and the cart piled up long bottles aboveboard. Although the strong winds for several days have roughened the water surface, the wine boats keep arriving. * * * Take the Xijiang River, pour the Beidou, and Vientiane is the guest. Poetry and wine must be drunk today, and fame and fortune will not be finished. Endure the superficial 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, saying it was Brewmaster.
Until, holding up my cup, I asked the bright moon to bring me my shadow and let the three of us.
The quatrains of drunkards in the world.
Wine luminous glass, want to drink pipa, hurry up immediately.
The wine is full and the box is still open.
A glass of turbid wine in Wan Li's home.
Although drunk, we lit a lamp to see the scenery.
Calling for Song one after another, how many days do we have?
Jinzun sake, ten thousand yuan a cup.
The wine and meat in Zhumen stink, and the road has frozen bones.
There is a glimmer of green in the old bottle and a hint of red in the quiet stove.
With dusk and snow coming, how about a glass of wine?