Jiangnan drunken beauty poems
Drunk poems about beautiful scenery 1. Poems characterized by drunkenness
Don't laugh when you are drunk on the battlefield. How many people fought in ancient times? (William Wang's Liangzhou Ci)
Oh, when will I make a wish to the great hermit again and sing a wild poem under five willows? . (Wang Wei's A Letter from My Cabin in Wangchuan to Pei Di)
But I got the host drunk and didn't know where it was. (Li Bai's Guest Works)
Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness. (Li Bai's "Drinking the Moon Alone")
The fisherman was drunk and no one called him. When he woke up in the New Year, the boat was covered with snow. (Han Wo's "Drunk")
When I was drunk, my friend was so happy that Tao Ran forgot his machine. (Li Bai's "A Kind Pillow and a Kind Bowl from the Lower Zhongnanshan to Hu Si")
But what kind of ten glasses of wine can make me so drunk, because your love is always in my heart. . (Du Fu's "Gift to Wei Ba and Chu Shi")
I hope you will pick me up, bring a basket of wine and get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival. (Meng Haoran, "Deng Lanshan Qiu Lai Zhang")
What are bells and drums, delicacies and treasures? I hope I'm drunk and don't wake up. (Li Bai's "Into the Wine")
Beauty still sings drunken songs, like an electric eraser for forty-three years. (Su Shi's Magnolia)
Drunk moon, sage of dreams, bewitched by flowers, you turned a deaf ear to the emperor. (A Word to Meng Haoran by Li Bai)
Warm winds make tourists drunk and make Hangzhou a continent.
If you fall off your hat and get drunk, you will have friends.
Drunk in the dream of watching the sword under the oil lamp, dreaming back to the old days of the military camp, a horn sounded.
Drunk lying on the battlefield, you don't laugh, there have been several wars in ancient times.
The moonlight is intoxicating, and the mountain flowers are brilliant.
In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke.
Drunk moon, sage of dreams, bewitched by flowers, you turned a deaf ear to the emperor.
The summer in Yongzhou was wet and hot, so that the man dozed off drunk, pushed open the north window and had a long sleep.
In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke.
Bai Mei is lazy and eager to open his eyes first.
2. There are poems and drunken characters.
Liangzhou Ci (William Wang)
Wine luminous glass, want to drink pipa right away. Drunk lying on the battlefield, you don't laugh, there have been several wars in ancient times.
Guest work in the middle (Li Bai)
Lanling wine tulip, jade bowl with amber light. But I got the host drunk and didn't know where it was.
Longchi (Li Shangyin)
Longchi gave wine to open the cloud screen, and the drums stopped. The banquet in the middle of the night leaked to the palace, and Wang Xue was drunk and woke up.
Self-condemnation (Luo Yin)
A person has a chance to sing, otherwise, it is stopped, and sadness and hatred are completely ignored. If you get drunk today, you will worry about your troubles tomorrow.
Wild color (Fan Zhongyan)
It is neither smoke nor fog, and the power reflects the balcony. Bai Niao suddenly appeared, and the sunset was still shining. I am willing to sleep with incense, and I am suspected of sailing. Who knows the will of the mountain?
There is something in the snow at the end of the month (Lv Benzhong)
DOG should have taken Chunxi by mistake. Having wine at the bedside will definitely make you drunk, which will waste futon meditation all night.
Spring outing (Wang Ling)
Children in Spring City went for a spring outing and went upstairs drunk and laughing. How much meaning there is in your eyes, why don't you understand the spring sorrow? People get drunk first when the wind blows in the lotus, and then when the poem blows.
Tourists who are drunk by the warm wind have turned Hangzhou into a continent.
3. What are the poems with drunken characters?
23. Dead trees and bamboo stones, the wind blowing leaves and dancing in the clear sky, I play crazy songs to call for heroes.
After the song, raise a glass and ask heaven, who laughs at my sincerity. There is a moon in the cup and a day in the belly.
How many times can you get drunk in life? Why not drink till dawn? 24. Outside Taiwan Province, ten thousand cups of wine are immersed in the heart, and you are drunk and talk about juvenile madness. The wind blows away, and I bully the overlord alone.
Why did you bow and shoot Sirius when you broke Kowloon Hall? Today, wine invites the bright moon, and poetry is in Wang Yang. 33. Leave in a hurry, when will you come back? The grass is full of sadness.
Look down at the water flowing east, look up at the sky, and watch the geese fly south. Waving is already tearful. May the spring breeze be pleasant.
Spring breeze is charming, and this ecstasy is the same as spring. 35. Where is Liu Hongqiang's toast to Jun Jun? Empty to the moon to tell my sadness.
About how to drive a hero. Drunk and carefree in the street. I often hate myself. If I'm lucky, why did I fall into nine robberies out of thin air? Pursuing the bloom of the past, who will compete for the same glory? 6. The splash-ink fairy figure is full of gas fields, and snowflakes fly to the young head.
A group of snakes trapped a giant elephant and got drunk to solve a thousand worries. 14. Yueyang Tower was drunk and angry, and woke up in the storm.
Yunmeng volcano is 3 thousand miles away, and there is an explosion. Sweep fame and fortune, sweep the soldiers in the world.
Mo Wen shares life and death on the way forward, blood out. There is a little cold light in the broken study.
How many years? Never forget that hometown, that village. Whenever, go back to the old days, go back to the barren land.
Always accompany me: write about Kyushu and write about Sifang. One night, I once wrote a river of poems and songs.
Brilliant and exquisite. How many medals are still treasured.
Nowadays, the guests under the lamp have been ignored and disappeared, young lang. A pot of wine, drunk on the road.
The most desolate, lonely, go to heaven, tell the truth. May the future of our generation be more brilliant.
Looking at the sky, looking at lofty sentiments: still unrestrained. Where the iron pen is waved, the wind and waves are raging and every sentence is sung.
4. Danxia's visit to Pang Luohua is intentional, and the water is ruthless and the years are long. I hate the size of the world, the sea of people, and no one shares my joys and sorrows.
It's a long story Learn to be a singer and ask seagulls to heaven. Why? Teenagers have become, white-haired old people? It's hard to raise a glass and hate shame when you get drunk.
Although the iceberg is deep, the volcano runs. But the world says: a barren hill.
Wind, frost, rain and snow, silent for thousands of years, I do not know when to roar? Under heaven, for ordinary people, drive away the cold autumn. 2. The hero of Xiyuan Yajitu is not without tears, but suffering from the heart.
Heaven rewards diligence, but the heart of the strong is hard to extinguish. Long live sincerity. Everything is ready for today's hero party.
Friends all over the world, singing in spring, drunk with the sky. Xii. He Sina IV 1. Where can I find the yellow crane in the first year of high school? Leaving only the skies of Wan Li and Bai Yunfei.
It used to be a holiday to say good night, which was suspected to be a mistake. Who ever wanted to make a promise? Why does this feeling last so long? I had to ask passers-by at the end of the world: flowers in the mirror, the moon in the water. Chibi, with a long history, is the legacy of heroism, and it has made great strides in the north and south of the river.
The mountains and plains are full of heroic colors, and cold stars shine in the sky. It is unwilling to be lonely for five thousand years. Drunk in the pavilion, sighing for a long time, watching bloom fall again: the autumn wind rises, and the sound is rustling.
Words, such as infatuation. When you read it carefully, every sentence is amazing.
Four poems by Xijiang Yue 1. Drinking a thousand bottles of wine on the pillow of Qiaotou poetry makes a thousand ancient poems drunk. Pentium thousands of miles empty, chest for madness.
Excuse me, sentient beings, who will fight for me? The rainbow flew to the overpass, crossing me hundreds of millions of miles. Drunk flower shadows: two 1. Barren valley, clear blue, towering green hills, such as cutting, climbing the heart is like fire.
There is a mountain outside the mountain, and there is a sky outside. I advise you not to forget them. I often think that I have made a country, and I have never lost my true colors. There is righteousness in the world, promoting good and eliminating evil, and it is stormy.
2. Farming and weaving farmers look forward to the spring rain and shed tears on rice. Have any children ever asked: Who do you complain to? Reading is a nation now, and it takes a long time to work hard.
I will never forget the old village chief, who gave me a handful of soil from my hometown. In 1950, it rained heavily near Natsume in Zhu Yingtai.
The rain is getting heavier. After many ups and downs, a friend in need is a true friend.
Take away: three books, remain uncorrupted. Can't take it away: become famous all your life.
Meet again, ten miles in the suburbs are green and ten miles in the peach blossoms are red. Surfing in the East China Sea and drinking in Xiahe City.
Drunk: Light bonfires and sing fishing songs. * * * Wish: world peace.
May 1st, Sixianghua 1. A cup of bitter wine in the shade, drunk in my heart. Miss Yi, go to the tall building alone.
May we be together for a long time, no more tears. There is wind and rain. What do you want? How many greetings have the years taken away? Hand in hand, who will you swim with? Like a dream, you know? Like: a cloud, a fog, a sorrow.
3. Listening to the breeze, this life is chic, which is a heroic move. How many years? Eat and sleep in the wind.
How many greetings? How many blessings? Right: the sky is silent, the earth is silent, and people are speechless. There are only a few heroes in the world.
Ask Zusheng, who will make it up? In the middle of the stream, I smell chickens dancing. Ren: Sorrow is like a string, sorrow is like silk, and hatred is like a wisp.
3. backyard flowers Yushu backyard, tearful. Endless: affectionate.
Tears are spilled all over the floor, and the world is wide. Read: How much grace? How much love? How many dreams? I miss my hometown, my relatives and friends, and my leaves are green and colorful. How many years? Wandering alone.
Sigh: How windy is it? How much rain? How much affection? .
4. Who knows the poem with the word "drunk"
23. Dead trees and bamboo stones, the wind blowing leaves and dancing in the clear sky, I play crazy songs to call for heroes.
After the song, raise a glass and ask heaven, who laughs at my sincerity. There is a moon in the cup and a day in the belly.
How many times can you get drunk in life? Why not drink till dawn? 24. Outside Taiwan Province, ten thousand cups of wine are immersed in the heart, and you are drunk and talk about juvenile madness. The wind blows away, and I bully the overlord alone.
Why did you bow and shoot Sirius when you broke Kowloon Hall? Today, wine invites the bright moon, and poetry is in Wang Yang. 33. Leave in a hurry, when will you come back? The grass is full of sadness.
Look down at the water flowing east, look up at the sky, and watch the geese fly south. Waving is already tearful. May the spring breeze be pleasant.
Spring breeze is charming, and this ecstasy is the same as spring. 35. Where is Liu Hongqiang's toast to Jun Jun? Empty to the moon to tell my sadness.
About how to drive a hero. Drunk and carefree in the street. I often hate myself. If I'm lucky, why did I fall into nine robberies out of thin air? Pursuing the bloom of the past, who will compete for the same glory? 6. The splash-ink fairy figure is full of gas fields, and snowflakes fly to the young head.
A group of snakes trapped a giant elephant and got drunk to solve a thousand worries. 14. Yueyang Tower was drunk and angry, and woke up in the storm.
Yunmeng volcano is 3 thousand miles away, and there is an explosion. Sweep fame and fortune, sweep the soldiers in the world.
Mo Wen shares life and death on the way forward, blood out. There is a little cold light in the broken study.
How many years? Never forget that hometown, that village. Whenever, go back to the old days, go back to the barren land.
Always accompany me: write about Kyushu and write about Sifang. One night, I once wrote a river of poems and songs.
Brilliant and exquisite. How many medals are still treasured.
Nowadays, the guests under the lamp have been ignored and disappeared, young lang. A pot of wine, drunk on the road.
The most desolate, lonely, go to heaven, tell the truth. May the future of our generation be more brilliant.
Looking at the sky, looking at lofty sentiments: still unrestrained. Where the iron pen is waved, the wind and waves are raging and every sentence is sung.
4. Danxia's visit to Pang Luohua is intentional, and the water is ruthless and the years are long. I hate the size of the world, the sea of people, and no one shares my joys and sorrows.
It's a long story Learn to be a singer and ask seagulls to heaven. Why? Teenagers have become, white-haired old people? It's hard to raise a glass and hate shame when you get drunk.
Although the iceberg is deep, the volcano runs. But the world says: a barren hill.
Wind, frost, rain and snow, silent for thousands of years, I do not know when to roar? Under heaven, for ordinary people, drive away the cold autumn. 2. The hero of Xiyuan Yajitu is not without tears, but suffering from the heart.
Heaven rewards diligence, but the heart of the strong is hard to extinguish. Long live sincerity. Everything is ready for today's hero party.
Friends all over the world, singing in spring, drunk with the sky. Xii. He Sina IV 1. Where can I find the yellow crane in the first year of high school? Leaving only the skies of Wan Li and Bai Yunfei.
It used to be a holiday to say good night, which was suspected to be a mistake. Who ever wanted to make a promise? Why does this feeling last so long? I had to ask passers-by at the end of the world: flowers in the mirror, the moon in the water. Chibi, with a long history, is the legacy of heroism, and it has made great strides in the north and south of the river.
The mountains and plains are full of heroic colors, and cold stars shine in the sky. It is unwilling to be lonely for five thousand years. Drunk in the pavilion, sighing, watching the bloom flowers fall in the world: the autumn wind rises, and the sound is rustling.
Words, such as infatuation. When you read it carefully, every sentence is amazing.
Four poems by Xijiang Yue 1. Drinking a thousand bottles of wine on the pillow of Qiaotou poetry makes a thousand ancient poems drunk. Pentium thousands of miles empty, chest for madness.
Excuse me, sentient beings, who will fight for me? The rainbow flew to the overpass, crossing me hundreds of millions of miles. Drunk flower shadows: two 1. Barren valley, clear blue, towering green hills, such as cutting, climbing the heart is like fire.
There is a mountain outside the mountain, and there is a sky outside. I advise you not to forget them. I often think that I have made a country, and I have never lost my true colors. There is righteousness in the world, promoting good and eliminating evil, and it is stormy.
2. Farming and weaving farmers look forward to the spring rain and shed tears on rice. Have any children ever asked: Who do you complain to? Reading is a nation now, and it takes a long time to work hard.
I will never forget the old village chief, who gave me a handful of soil from my hometown. In 1950, it rained heavily near Natsume in Zhu Yingtai.
The rain is getting heavier. After many ups and downs, a friend in need is a true friend.
Take away: three books, remain uncorrupted. Can't take it away: become famous all your life.
Meet again, ten miles in the suburbs are green and ten miles in the peach blossoms are red. Surfing in the East China Sea and drinking in Xiahe City.
Drunk: Light bonfires and sing fishing songs. * * * Wish: world peace.
May 1st, Sixianghua 1. A cup of bitter wine in the shade, drunk in my heart. Miss Yi, go to the tall building alone.
May we be together for a long time, no more tears. There is wind and rain. What do you want? How many greetings have the years taken away? Hand in hand, who will you swim with? Like a dream, you know? Like: a cloud, a fog, a sorrow.
3. Listening to the breeze, this life is chic, which is a heroic move. How many years? Eat and sleep in the wind.
How many greetings? How many blessings? Right: the sky is silent, the earth is silent, and people are speechless. There are only a few heroes in the world.
Ask Zusheng, who will make it up? In the middle of the stream, I smell chickens dancing. Ren: Sorrow is like a string, sorrow is like silk, and hatred is like a wisp.
3. backyard flowers Yushu backyard, tearful. Endless: affectionate.
Tears are spilled all over the floor, and the world is wide. Read: How much grace? How much love? How many dreams? I miss my hometown, my relatives and friends, and my leaves are green and colorful. How many years? Wandering alone.
Sigh: How windy is it? How much rain? How much affection? .
5. Poems describing intoxicating scenery
1, "Two night scenes along the Hui Chong River"
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring.
The beach is covered with wormwood, asparagus is beginning to sprout, and puffer fish are preparing to swim upstream from the sea back to the river.
Two or three peach blossoms are blooming outside the bamboo forest, and ducks are swimming in the water. They first noticed the warming of the river in early spring. The beach has been covered with Artemisia selengensis, asparagus has begun to sprout, and puffer fish is about to swim back into the river from the sea.
2. Look at Lushan Waterfall
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
The purple mist is illuminated by sunlight, and the waterfall hangs in front of the mountain.
On the high cliff, it seems to be thousands of feet high, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from heaven to earth.
Under the sunshine, the incense burner peak produces purple mist. From a distance, a waterfall hangs in front of the mountain like a white silk thread. There seem to be several waterfalls in thousands of feet on the high cliff, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from the sky to the ground.
3. "Fisherman's Song, Egrets fly in front of Mount Cisse"
Tang dynasty: Zhang
In front of Mount Cisse, egrets fly freely, plump mandarin fish swim happily on the river, and peaches floating on the water are so bright and full.
An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain.
Egrets fly freely in front of Mount Cisse. In the river, chubby mandarin fish are swimming happily, and the peach blossoms floating on the water are so bright and full. The fisherman wore a blue bamboo hat and green hemp fiber, braved the oblique wind and drizzle.
4. Peach blossoms in Dalin Temple
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
In the world of April, the flowers have withered, and the peach blossoms in the ancient temples have just bloomed.
I want to find a place where my life is dying, but I don't know that it has been moved here.
In April, all the flowers have withered, and the peach blossoms in the ancient temple in the mountains have just bloomed. I often regret that spring is nowhere to be found, but I don't know that it has come here.
5. An autumn night in the mountains
Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.
Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
The empty mountain has been bathed in a new rain, and the arrival of the night makes people feel that it is early autumn. The moon is clear and clear, and the clear spring is flowing. The bamboo forest was noisy until the washerwoman came back, and the lotus leaves swayed like canoes. The wheat straw in spring might as well let it rest, and the prince and grandson in the mountains can stay in autumn.
6. Xin Qiji's two drunken poems
Niannujiao (rain-bearing rock)
Recently, where there is my sadness, there is my happiness. A little sad and eternal, relying on the west wind alone. And bamboo seeks springs, and clouds plant trees, which are called true leisure guests. This leisure place should not be borrowed from Chou He for a long time.
Don't say that the past is not true, the present is true, consider Qing Zun. I don't know who I am when I'm drunk. I am not a crane in Feiyun. Cold wind is high, cassia twig is loose. When you are drunk, you will still wake up. The window in the north is very high, so don't be frightened by birds.
Ugly Slave (Yi Lee Bo Gu of Boshan Road Middle School)
Yun Qi Qianfeng, shower price. Trees fall in the sun farther away, and the scenery can't be drawn. Green slate sells wine, and there are others over there. As long as the mountains and rivers are splendid, nothing will happen this summer.
When I woke up drunk in the afternoon, I was a bamboo building with a loose window. Wild birds are coming, which is a general leisure. But resentment, to overcome others, is not under desire. All the old allies are here, and the new one is none other than me. Don't talk.