1. Poems about eating and drinking Poems about eating and drinking 1. Poems about eating and drinking 1. "Ask Liu Nineteenth" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty Green ants have newly fermented wine and a small red clay stove.

It's snowing tonight, can I have a drink?

Vernacular: Green ants climbed onto the newly heated white wine, which was placed on the small red stove.

In the evening, depending on the weather, it seems like it's going to snow soon. Can you accompany me to have a drink?

2. "The Fisherman on the River" Fan Zhongyan of the Song Dynasty People come and go on the river, but they love the beauty of sea bass.

You see a boat going in and out of the storm.

Vernacular: People come and go on the river, but I only love the deliciousness of sea bass. Look at the small boat on the river, going in and out amidst the storm on the river, and all I think of is the taste of my hometown.

3. "Huizhou's Unique" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty. It is spring at the foot of Luofu Mountain, and the oranges and red bayberries are fresh in sequence.

I eat three hundred lychees a day and live a long life as a Lingnan native.

Vernacular: At the foot of Luofu Mountain, the spring scenery can be seen in all four seasons. Oranges and bayberries are blooming one after another. You can eat 300 lychees every day. You can live up to your status as a Lingnan native.

4. "Three Quatrains on Passing the Huaqing Palace" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty Looking back at Chang'an, there are piles of embroidery, and thousands of doors are opening on the top of the mountain.

Riding on the red dust concubine smiled, no one knew it was lychee.

Vernacular: Looking back at Chang'an City, you can see mountains of silk embroidery piled up. The gates on the mountain opened one after another, and a fast horse arrived. The concubine began to laugh. No one knew it was because of the lychees sent from afar.

5. "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix: Red Crispy Hands" by Lu You Red crispy hands, yellow wine, the city is full of spring scenery and willows on the palace walls.

Vernacular: Red pig's feet, yellow wine, the spring scenery in the city began to climb up the willow trees on the city wall.

2. Sentences about eating, drinking and having fun in classical poetry: To be successful in life, you must enjoy yourself to the fullest, and don’t let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon.

I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back after spending all my gold. Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle is a pleasure, and I will have to drink three hundred cups at a time. Bells, drums, delicacies and jade are not expensive, but I hope I will never wake up after being drunk for a long time.

In ancient times, all the sages were lonely, but only the drinkers left their names.

In the old days, King Chen had a banquet and had a lot of fun and banquets.

What does the master mean when he has less money? It is up to you to sell it.

The five-flowered horse and the golden fur will be exchanged for fine wine, and I will sell the eternal sorrow with you.

The spring breeze is proud of the horseshoes, and I can see all the Luoyang flowers in one day.

The joy of half-payment hurts the son's soul, and the dream of a river is at dusk.

The peach blossoms and willow leaves are broken by the orioles, and the clouds are covered with rain and the swallows are noisy.

There are tears in the wounds of the moon soul, but the balsam has left no trace.

Although beauty can be drunk with mellow wine, drunkenness and romantic love will not exist.

Drinking wine fills the courtyard with fragrant east fence, and travels to the south mountain and back to the north mountain.

Fenghua owes me eight thousand dreams, and Xueyue pities you for a while.

Watching the sorrowful clouds rising from the sea, sitting and listening to the music of my heart, I was born.

The fallen leaves on one shoulder shed tears, and three or two orioles listened drunkenly.

All the close friends only have wine, and all the love is ruthless.

Are there any people who have lived through all the prosperity?

The mortal world is half drunk for a lifetime.

Once intoxicated with the dream of three lifetimes, for a few days lingering in the love of half a lifetime.

I sing songs alone to invite the cranes to dance, and we come together to drink wine and listen to the wind.

Chunhua is not as old as Shaohua, and the autumn moon cannot be the same as the eyebrows and frown.

Who relieves thousands of knots of sorrow and sings with you in the rainy night.

The soft dancing clouds make drunken moans, and the dreams of butterflies in Yaochi disturb the spring heart.

The wind stays up all night with fragmented tidbits, and fine-tuned notes rain down on the piano.

The old willows are blowing cotton and the sky is covered with snow, and the little lotus is showing its corners in the river forest.

The world of mortals has trampled all the fragrant grass, causing romance and fragrance to fill the breasts.

Carrying wine and poems in my dream, the rivers follow me drunkenly.

Picking up flowers and rain on the Yuhua Stone, listening to the moon breeze in front of the Fengyue Pavilion.

The fallen leaves in autumn are as white as snow, and the wine is warm and the surface is red with frost in spring.

After so many years, Chu Ke has become like this. His life is as thin as thin silk and his body is as fluffy.

A clear song, a thousand cups of wine, drunkenness, frivolity and overconfidence.

Manxu's talent chases sweat and blood, but the world is full of wolves.

The sad phoenix song becomes a solitary sound, who can talk to Longquan about the eldest son?

How can I be surprised in my life? The east wind intoxicates the old setting sun.

After ten years of drunkenness, when will I wake up and wander around the world forgetting life and death?

Mistaking an alcoholic as a confidant can ruin one's reputation by maintaining one's talents.

Sharpen your sword when the world is in turmoil, float on a boat in the river and look at the calm tide.

He raised his sword and rode the Luan, calling him to visit the hometown of the Immortal Poetry.

Drinking alone under the moon, a pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date.

Raise a glass to invite the bright moon, and make three people in the shadows.

The moon doesn't know how to drink, and its shadow follows me.

For now, the moon will be shadowed, and we must have fun until spring.