Whose poem is lanling wine Tulip?

Huanxisha-Li Qingzhao should not make a cup of deep amber, but it will melt before it is drunk. You should be late in the wind and relax your clock, and your brain will slowly disappear. The cold golden bun is loose, and the candle is red when you wake up. I suggest you have a glass of wine. If you are drunk today, relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other, and there is a piece of Bing Xin in the jade pot. Cook a sheep, kill a cow, sharpen your appetite, and let me, 300 bowls, take a big drink! Lanling wine tulip, jade bowl will be filled with amber light. But I got the host drunk and didn't know where it was. And my singing voice is loud, my capacity for drinking is deep, and I am a singer of wine. My purpose for wine lies in the geometry of life. With the heart of Le Yan guests, there is no flower and no wine, and the interest is as bleak as a wild monk. 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, fought for the ferry, and fought for the ferry, and a beach of gulls and herons appeared. Last night, the rain suddenly dispersed, and a deep sleep did not eliminate the residual wine. I asked the shutter man, but Haitang is still there. You know, it should be green, fat, red and thin. It comes from 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 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. You will never see how the water of the Yellow River enters the ocean from heaven and never returns to wine. Have you seen the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is still 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 want to come back! , the fun of cooking and slaughtering cattle, 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 listen to me, what are bells and drums, what are delicacies and what are treasures? I hope I will never wake up when I am drunk. 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! . Five flower horses, Hsi Chin, give them to the boy in exchange for good wine. Whatever you want, sell eternal sorrow. 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 only Dukang wine is not intoxicating? People are more worried when they are drunk. They buy all the wine in the south of the city, and the carts are piled with long bottles. 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 didn't get on the boat, and the wine said that he was fairy wine, and his chest was full of bravery. A cloudy glass of wine is still open. Wanli was drunk and looked at the sword. He knows that he is not drunk for thousands of cups, and the meaning of drunkenness is not in the wine day. If he doesn't love wine, the wine star is not in the sky; If you don't like wine, you shouldn't have the name Jiuquan. Li Bai, the first drinker, invited the wine star: a gust of wind came, catkins were fragrant, and a hotel in Nanjing was leaving. Miss Wu poured wine and advised me to drink together. 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! ? During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and pedestrians on the road want to die. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. The world of mortals has long been upside down, and there is wine to play with the stars to make the sun and the moon. I was drunk and laughing in the clouds, and my voice was slow (Li Qingzhao). It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late in the wind. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance. Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can you be alone? Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence. Huanxisha (Yan Shu) sings a new song and drinks a glass of wine. The weather was bad last year. When will the sunset come back? There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns. Wandering alone in the small garden, fragrant path. In the early spring in my hometown, ducks play first, and the grass is beautiful and fresh. The shepherd's flute rises to the clouds, and the fishing boat moves downstream. Fishing boats in the middle of the river are red in the sunset, and the green grassland is a childlike innocence; The morning dew of pearls, the mist of fairy smoke, the wine pavilion of breeze, the blue waves of glass, the smile of safflower, and the dressing table for enjoying the moon. The son of heaven couldn't get off the boat, calling himself Brewmaster. When the wine entered his heart, it turned into a nostalgic tear, a beautiful tulip in Lanling, and the amber light in the jade bowl. But it allows the host to get drunk and sit in another country's pot-bellied soup without knowing where he is. Dust and wine stains on clothes, riding a donkey into the sword door in the drizzle. Liu mentioned a new fermented grains of green ants to my friend, and there was a red commotion in the quiet stove. With dusk and snow coming, how about a glass of wine? Camel Jianghu brings restaurants! He Zhu broke the boat and carried wine. Lu Xun recalled drinking under the Luoshui Bridge, and most of them were Hao Ying! Don't laugh at country wine! Lu You's "Water Melody" Su Shi was drunk in the Mid-Autumn Festival morning. He wrote this article and was pregnant with a son. Is there a bright moon in time? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know about palaces in the sky. What year is this year? I want to go with the wind, but I'm afraid I'm too tall to be cold. Dance to find the shadow, what is it like! The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people live a long life. Drinking (1) (Eastern Jin Dynasty) Building a house, Tao Qian, is in human territory, with no chariots and horses. Ask what you can do, your heart is far from self-prejudice. Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely. The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back. This makes sense. I forgot to say it if I wanted to defend myself. Tao Yuanming: Clear pronunciation and mellow voice, with the title "Drunk Songs on Shiyu Lake" by into mirror. Preface (Tang) Have a full meal and bring wine on the lake when you are free. When he was drunk, he refused to extend his arm to the fish to get wine, so that the boat took it everywhere to drink. It is doubtful that Baqiu sits on Junshan Mountain and the philosophers sit on Dongting Lake. Like a wine boat, those who touch the waves will grow up with songs. Shiyu Lake, like Dongting Lake, is green at times and the summer tide rises. The mountain is the table, the lake is the source of wine, and the drinker sits on the island. Although the strong winds for several days have roughened the water surface, the wine boats keep arriving. I took a long bus ride in Bachu, and I poured drinks carefully in all directions. Drinking wine to the moon (Ming) Tang Li Yin Bai used to have the original moon, which can only be said in Li Bai's poems. Now that Li Bai has passed away, how long is the moon in the sky? Today, people are still writing poems about Li Bai. When the moon was still like Li Bai, I lit Li Bai that month. Haoyue knows! Li Bai can make poetry and wine. I have written thousands of poems today. Although I am ashamed that I don't have Li Bai's talent, I don't feel ugly. I don't go on the emperor's boat or sleep. It's a small house outside Gusu. There are thousands of trees, plum blossoms and the moon. A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet. -Fan Zhongyan's "The Pride of the Fisherman" Du Fu boarded the ape from the vast sky in the strong wind, whimpering, and the bird flew home on the clear lake and white beach. The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably. Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness. After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged. Long Song Line [Li Bai] Peach and plum will bloom in the sun, and it was brilliant that year. The east wind moves everything, and the grass speaks the heart. Dead branches have no ugly leaves, and dry water spits out clear springs. Heaven and earth were vigorously transported, and xi's whip did not stop. If you don't become famous early, what will Zhusi say? Peach and plum work in youth, who can penetrate the day. Wealth and immortality are wasted into two losses. Stones are still on sale, but the wind and frost have no long-term quality. Fear of the sunset, singing and drinking are strong. Autumn frost suddenly invaded Liu Pu at any cost. Drunk under the flower [Li Shangyin] is not drunk when looking for incense, and leaning against the tree has become oblique. After the guests woke up in the middle of the night, they lit red candles to enjoy the residual flowers. It's worth spending a lot of money to buy a treasure knife and change mink fur. A cavity of blood is diligent and precious, even if spilled, it can become Bi Tao. Last night's stars and last night's wind, in the west of the studio and east of the cinnamon room, although my body doesn't have wings like bright phoenix, I feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn, passing through the wine in spring. When it warms me, I will remind you how to bet. There, we roll dice in groups under the light of crimson lights until the drums roll. Alas, I am called to perform my duties, and I rode away. What is the imitation? -Su Shi << Jiangchengzi-Mizhou Hunting >> Crying Xuancheng is good at brewing old springs. Who will the wine be sold to on a night without Li Bai? Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon. Liu Yong's Yulinling, three cups and two lamps. How could it be bad for him? Li Qingzhao's Slow Voice is a new word, a glass of wine. Last year, the weather got old. Yan Shu's "Huanxisha" Wan Li had a glass of turbid wine at home, but Ran Yan didn't lose his mind. Fan Zhongyan's The Fisherman's Pride

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