A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet. (Fisherman's Pride)

Another glass of wine and a song. Sighing life, it is the hardest to get together, and it is easy to leave. Don't be intoxicated, listen to Yang Guanche. I miss my old friend for a thousand miles, and the moon is bright from now on. (Yang Guanyin)

The wine is full and the box is still open. (Jiang Chengzi goes hunting in Mizhou)

Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! .

The high-flow end gets rid of the fun in wine and goes deep into drunkenness.

There are thousands of poems and thousands of wines.

The wine base is often worried about fewer customers, and the moon is cloudy.

When you wake up drunk in a dream, you will be exhausted by danger.

Greet the drunken companion, and the feather will be judged as none.

Reward the festival, you will be drunk, and you can't violate it.

I feel the aging of my life, the feeling and taste of my early life are less, and I am afraid of the change of time in the face of farewell wine.

An old friend of Chang 'an asked me, "I'm still worried about mud wine."

Wine must be drunk, poetry can be used, and bullets should not be shot.

There is no evidence that a person's career. I remember that year, sad songs came and the wine was fragrant.

Call for wine, go to the piano table, and the autumn clouds will be flat.

Put the wine in the sun, ask Xifeng rouge what it wants, and dye it with hibiscus.

There are green plums to recommend wine and green trees to sing.

Flowers everywhere, looking back on an old friend thousands of miles away, worrying about wine.

If you don't give chrysanthemum a drink, I'm afraid chrysanthemum will laugh at people too lonely.

There is nothing wrong with changing green money for wine, and a red candle keeps Lu Xiao awake.

A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet, and many things in ancient and modern times are paid in a joke.

Turn over the book and type it by hand, hope to adopt it.