Suitable for reciting poems for 8 minutes.

"Into the wine"-Li Baijun left, how the water of the Yellow River went out of heaven and into the ocean, never to return. Have you noticed that the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is silky black in the morning, has turned 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! . Natural talents are useful. Spin a thousand pieces of silver and come back! . Cook a sheep, kill a cow, sharpen your appetite, and let me, 300 bowls, take a big drink! . Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng can drink and drink endlessly. Let me sing you a song! Please listen to me. What are bells and drums, delicacies and treasures? Let me get drunk forever and never be rational! . 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 Why do you say, my master, your money is gone? , to buy wine, we drink together! . Five flower horses, golden jubilee, give them to the boy for good wine, and share the eternal sorrow with you! Quiet night thinking-Li Bai, the foot of the bed is so bright, can it have frosted? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. Climbing the mountain-Du Fu's wind is urgent, apes mourn, and birds fly across clear lake Baisha to return. 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. A suggestion for my friend Liu Baijuyi: There is a ray of green in the old bottle and a little red in the static furnace. With dusk and snow coming, how about a glass of wine? Langtaosha Beidaihe-Xin Qiji's youthful dream, Chang 'an Rixia Restaurant. Silver lamps and jade cups are better than boats and cars, Zhongshan is cool in autumn, and the sea water flows eastward. The list period is almost over. Wandering under the cover of tears, the frost is windy and the semi-red courtyard is slightly hazy. Affectionate world, who is not lonely Laughing at Hua Zheng's sleeve, I don't know that Han Ge belongs to the sea, the Red River is full of shame and murder, and Feiyun is as idle as a water town. Tell me about clouds. , it is better to go home, easy to get jade, set foot on Xuancheng Road, and have its own Chang 'an. At night, there was no cloud in the blue sky. I looked at the autumn moon on the deck, empty and sad. Like a single flower, from the center of the cloud, above, I see the blue and depth of the sky, below, I see the green and agitation of the water. The sky is high and the land is wide; My sadness flies painfully between them. Can I dream of crossing the mountain gate? Shaliduo and Changfeng listen to horses. The predecessor of Yueyang Tower, Morality, came from Yueyang, and the Dongting screamed. Lingfeng is uncontrollable, and the two peaks are open. The ancient spirit is gone, and the water from Kun has been added. When I first entered the ancient post road, I was happy and empty. Lingge pan-sand wine, furnace smoke turns to dreams. Clouds are fertile only near the Yangtze River. The river girl can complain and Yueyang can chase. There are 900 words in Yueyang after his death, and only Yueyang Tower is new. A short message to a friend in the north on a rainy night —— Mr. Li Shangyin asked about the untimely return date, and the rain rose in the autumn pool at night. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.