1. Poems about picking flowers

Tang Yin's poems are genuine and simple, informal, using a lot of spoken language, with fresh artistic conception, and often have a sense of arrogance and injustice towards life and society.

For example, in "Singing Wine to the Moon": Although I am not as talented as Li Bai, the moon does not think I am ugly; I will not board the emperor's ship, nor will I go to sleep in peace; outside Gusu City. Thatched cottage, thousands of peach blossoms fill the sky. Another poem goes like this: Everything is determined by God, so don’t force it, so why bother to use tricks; If you have three meals to eat, you will always be satisfied, and if you have enough wind, you will be able to harvest it.

When will trouble happen? How long will it end when it harms everyone? It is better to let go of enemies than to make them knot. Let each of us look back and look at the future. [Ming Dynasty] Tang Yin's "Song of Peach Blossom Temple" Peach Blossom Temple in Taohuawu, and the Peach Blossom Fairy under the Peach Blossom Temple.

The Peach Blossom Fairy planted peach trees and picked peach flowers in exchange for wine money. When I'm sober, I just sit in front of the flowers; when I'm drunk, I come to sleep under the flowers.

Half drunk and half awake day after day, flowers fall and bloom year after year. I wish I could die in my old age and spend my time drinking wine, rather than bow in front of my carriage.

If we compare the manifest ones to the hermits, one is on the ground and the other is in the sky.

If flowers and wine are compared to chariots and horses, how busy they are and how idle I am. Others laugh at me for being crazy, but I laugh at others because they can’t see through it.

There are no tombs of the heroes of Wuling, no flowers, no wine, no hoeing for the fields. 2. There are verses about wine in ancient poems

Bai Juyi's "Ask Liu Nineteen": A small red clay stove, green ants newly baked wine, it's late and the sky is snowing, can I have a drink? Farewell to Jinling Wine Shop by Li Bai The wind blows the willow flowers and fills the shop with fragrance, Wu Ji drinks wine to persuade guests to reward her.

The disciples of Jinling came to see each other off, and they all had a drink whether they wanted to do it or not. I would like to ask you, Dongliu Shui, who do you want to be short of or long for? Song of Weicheng Wang Wei The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and the willows are new.

I urge you to drink another glass of wine. There will be no old friends when you leave Yangguan in the west. Master Xinfeng Chu Guangxi Master Xinfeng The new wine is ripe, and the old guests return to the old hall.

The wine is full of fragrance and contains flowers from the north, and the color is full of bamboos from the south. The clouds have dispersed, the sky is high, the autumn moon is bright, and the girl from the host's house is undressing Qin Zheng.

When I got drunk, I forgot about Baling Road. I thought it was Luoyang City in my dream. Liangzhou Ci by Wang Han. A luminous cup of grape wine. If you want to drink pipa, you will be reminded immediately.

Lord Grim is lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times? A Young Man's Journey by Li Bai When young in Wuling, there is gold in the east of the city. A white horse with a silver saddle rides through the spring breeze. Wherever the fallen flowers can travel, I laugh into the orchid wine shop.

Farewell to Xuanzhou Secretary Shu Yun at Xiezhen Tower Li Bai "Those who abandon me will not be able to stay in yesterday's day; those who mess up my heart will cause me many worries today." The long winds send autumn geese flying thousands of miles away, and you can enjoy this high-rise building.

The Penglai article is built with bones in mind, with small Xie in the middle and clear hair. They are all full of joy, strong and full of joy, and want to go up to the blue sky to embrace the bright moon.

Cutting off the water with a knife will make it flow more, and raising a cup to relieve sorrow will make it even worse. Life is unsatisfactory in this world, and the Ming Dynasty will be ruined.

Traveling as a Guest Li Bai Lanling fine wine and tulips, jade bowls filled with amber light. But it makes the host drunk, and the guests don't know where they are in a foreign country.

Drinking alone under the moon by Li Bai A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date. Raise a glass to the bright moon and form three people facing each other.

The moon does not know how to drink, but its shadow follows me. For a while, the moon will be shadowed, and we must have fun until spring.

My singing moon lingers, my dancing shadows are scattered. They make love together when they are awake, but they separate when they are drunk.

We will travel together forever, and we will meet each other in Miao Yunhan. I asked Weng Cen Shen, a restaurant owner in Huamen. The old man still sells wine in his seventies. There are thousands of pots and jars of flowers at the door.

The elm pods along the road are still like money. Are you willing to pick them and sell them for wine? Gao Shi made a speech in the guest house when seeing Li Shaofu away. It was unexpected to meet in the hotel. It was snowing at dusk and sunny at first, waiting for Yan Fei. The master is drunk but you are not drunk.

Will you return home after a long journey in the evening? Presented to the Eighth Guardsman Du Fu Life without seeing each other is like participating in business. This night and what night, *** this lamp candlelight.

How long can a young man last? The hair on the temples is already gray! Visiting the old man is half a ghost, and exclaiming is hot in the intestines. How could I know that after twenty years, I would go to the Gentleman Hall again.

In the past, I was not married, but my children suddenly came together. Yiran respected his father and asked me where I came from.

The questions and answers are not over yet, and the children are drinking wine. The night rain cuts off the spring leeks, and the morning cooker cuts the yellow sorghum.

The host said that it was difficult to meet, and it would take ten cups in one fell swoop. Even after drinking ten glasses of wine, I am not drunk, and my feelings are deliberately long.

Tomorrow, across the mountains, the world will be confused. How can Du Kang be the only one to relieve worries? What is life like when drinking wine and singing? It's like morning dew, it's so painful when it goes away... It's as bright as the moon, when can you wipe it off? Worry comes from it and cannot be cut off.

……——"Dan Ge Xing" Cao Cao Life is like a dream, a bottle of wine returns the moon in the river. When will the bright moon appear? Ask the sky for wine.

A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date. If you have wine today, you will be drunk today.

I once remembered that it was sunset at the Xiting Pavilion, and I was so drunk that I didn’t know my way back. Cut off the water with a knife and the water will flow more. Raise a cup to relieve sorrow and sorrow.

Open a dining room and chat over wine. Reading the sword while drunk is not about wine, but about the mountains and rivers.

When you meet a close friend, a thousand cups of wine is too little, and half a sentence is too much to talk without speculation. The wine and meat of Zhumen are smelly, and there are freezing bones on the road. Thousands of miles away, the orioles are singing, the green is reflected in red, and the wine flags are blowing in the water, villages and mountains.

The bloody skirt is stained by wine. Where will you wake up tonight? The dawn wind and the waning moon on the willow bank.

The golden and white walls are filled with songs and laughter, and the prince is under the moonlight after being drunk. ——Li Bai's "Reminiscing about old travels and sending Qiaojun Yuan to join the army" Chu Lan did not wear Wu Gou, but took wine to bid farewell to old travels in the city.

As I am getting older and have more strength, I will try to bring my bow and arrow to Bingzhou. ——Lu Yin's "Friends in Chang'an" The poem becomes a slaying general and it is difficult to defeat him, but the wine is not as fast as the wine.

——Gao Pian's "Rewarding Li Di according to Rhyme" Which nine-turn elixir is better than wine? The five tones of pure music are not as poetic as poetry. ——Du Gouhe's "White Hair Chant" All things have been removed, leaving only wine and poetry.

——Bai Juyi's "Reciting a Song of Wine to Comrades" The platform was worried about the guests, so he wrote "Song of Liang Yuan" to drink. ——"Liang Yuan Yin" I drank four or five times and chanted "Tiger Ci" by myself.

——"Fan, a layman in the north of Xunlu City, lost his way. I saw Fan setting wine and picking cockleburs among the cockleburs." Lanling's fine wine is filled with tulips, and the jade bowl contains amber light. But it makes the master so drunk that he doesn't know where he is in a foreign country.

——"Written in a Guest" Thirty years of poetry in the wine room, full of agitation and chaos in the world. (Duan Chengshi's "Weeping for Li Qunyu") Fan Zhongyan> A cup of turbid wine can bring you home thousands of miles away, but Yan Ran has no plan to return before he can stop. Sounds are rising from all sides, thousands of miles away, long smoke is setting in the lonely city, and the city is blue.

I urge you to have another glass of wine, and there will be no old friends when the sunshine comes out of the west. ——Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er Envoy to Xi'an" To sing during the day is to indulge in drinking, and youth is a good companion for returning home.

——Du Fu "Wen Guanjun took over Henan and Hebei" The Chinese army set up wine and drinks for returning guests, playing Huqin, Pipa and Qiang flute. ——Cen Shen's "Song of Bai Xue Sending Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital" A gold bottle worth ten thousand dollars worth of wine, and a jade plate worth ten thousand dollars worth of delicacies.

——Li Bai "Traveling is Difficult" When the flowers on the spring river meet the autumn moonlight, I often drink wine alone. ——Bai Juyi's "Pipa Play" Today, I listen to a song of Junge, and I will stay energetic for a while with a glass of wine.

——Liu Yuxi "Rewarding Lotte and Seeing Gifts at Every Banquet in Yangzhou" A glass of wine in a lonely place, the host serves the guest and lives a long life. ——Li He's "To the Wine Shop" Every other seat is given a spring wine to warm it up, and the cao is covered with wax and the lamp is red.

——Li Shangyin's "Untitled" Open a pavilion and talk about mulberry and hemp over wine. ——Meng Haoran "Passing the Old Friend's Village" Don't laugh at the farmer's wax wine, which is full of chickens and dolphins in good years.

——Lu You's "Visiting Shanxi Village" A cup of wine can lead to a home thousands of miles away, but Yan Ran has no plan to return home. ——Fan Zhongyan "The Proud Fisherman" Listening to several sounds of water tunes while holding a glass of wine, you will wake up after being drunk in the afternoon and worry about not waking up.

——Zhang Xian's "Heavenly Fairy" Holding wine for the king to persuade the setting sun, and leaving the evening light among the flowers. ——Song Qi's "Spring in the Jade House" After the dream, the tower is high and locked, and the curtain is low when drunk.

——Yan Jidao "Linjiang Fairy" When will the bright moon come, ask the blue sky for wine. ——Su Shi's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" Where will you wake up tonight? The dawn wind and the waning moon on the willow bank.

——Liu Yong "Yu Linlin" Three cups and two glasses of light wine can't defeat his late arrival and the strong wind. ——Li Qingzhao "Slow Voice". 3. Asking for a poem about flowers and wine

Tang Yin’s poem about falling flowers ruined spring in an instant, and the wealth and garden were washed away from poverty.

I would like to ask the shepherd boy if he should set up some wine and taste the plums, which will make them more benevolent. If you deceive the beautiful lady for a soft dance, it is difficult to protect the lingering fragrance and the laughter of the tree god.

It is expected that Qing Xie will accompany you hand in hand, and you will be a person of Yan Mian every day. The setting sun is dim and long, and the spring breeze turns around again.

Accusations reach the North Pole, and all the rouge goes down the drain. The pouring rain covers three feet of mud, and the beautiful woman is embroidering half a hook around the tree.

The colors are always dreamy, adding to the sadness in the mirror.

The spring breeze disappears in a moment, and the flowers are gone.

The new wine will soon turn green into the cup, and the faded face will be transformed into the red in the mirror. Jueying is not seen stealing incense from the rafters, and falling into the mud is turned into chasing a smelly husband.

The body gradually declines like this, and the tree and the tearful eyes wither. In the season when silkworms are busy breaking the black trees, the flower branches are as rich as red ones.

It seems that the cold food and spring have no owners, and the butterflies flying over the neighbors have their own interests. Even if money piles up the Big Dipper, it is difficult to bury Xi Shi in wind and rain.

I wake up in the early morning hours on the bed, and a wisp of cigarette smoke and tea float on my temples. Sitting and watching Fang Fei in boredom, Qu taught the screen to show the wind.

Yamen honey is fragrant and sticky when cooked, and Liang Yan's nest becomes moist and red. The beauty of the country is so pitiful that it is hard to find it again. Why can’t the wine glass be empty?

I can’t bear to watch the horse’s feet flying west and east under the wheel. Cui Huikong describes the truth in the mirror, but it is difficult to convey the spirit in Luoshui.

The beauty of the country brings a bad luck, but the peach blossoms will see another spring. There are no brocade tents surrounding the golden valley, and green shoes are everywhere treading the winding dust.

Go around the tree and talk to your heart a hundred times, who will be the hook next year? The sky is dark and the blue clouds are horizontal, and the garden is light with purple swallows. The peach leaves are uneven, who asks for the ferry, the apricot blossoms are scattered and I remember the title.

The moon is bright, dogs are barking at night in the village, and orioles are singing after the rain, and the leaves are all over the city. If people don't come back and spring goes away, who will they join arms with and sing happily? The white weeping willows are blooming in the new sunshine, and the purple-backed duckweed is growing thinly.

In March, couples riding on phoenixes sing together to sing and walk on the sand. Turning off the lights in the courtyard hurts the swallows, and the drizzle dampens the warbling orioles on the pavilion.

Don’t ask Dongjun to complain about your grievances, for your spring dreams will not be clear. What's going on in the Spring Dynasty? The grass in the courtyard is shocked and exposed.

The flowers and tears are flying, and the fluttering eyes are looking at the sky. The book should not express loneliness and anger, but it should bring joy and joy.

I am glad that the remnant bush is still there, so that I can repair the bamboo to report peace. The peach blossoms are all gone, and the apricot blossoms are empty. They bloom and fall in the same way every year. Since the festival is approaching the evening of March, why should anyone hate the fifth watch wind.

The eaves are straight and the curtains are broken, and the clothes are green, and the top bricks are as bright as brocade on the ground. When you pick it up in the Cala Luo Fang Parry, there is a pair of mandarin ducks in the middle. I feel sad and sad, and I feel lonely. The flowers and branches are scattered and my hair is added to my temples.

Zhou Zheyan said in the spring of March, the ripples are half-curtained. I can't stand the drama of being sick and drunk, but I listen to the wind and like to stay late at night.

On the green moss in the shadow of the green poplar, red hands pick themselves up to cherish the remaining parts. The moon is half full in the Yangliu Tower, and it is late at night in the Shengge Courtyard.

It is difficult to grow well when the branches are burning, and the penis will not wait until it leaks. The golden armbands are made of new lotus roots, and the green eyebrows reflect the small drooping flowers.

How much style is there but also how much sadness is there? Li State and Fan Xiang recall old travels, and Peng Feiping is overwhelmed with sorrow.

Dressed in haggard Maochai wine, March is full of sorrow as spring hurts. It is difficult to give away the poor clothes with care, and it is like leaving the sleeping shoes to wither.

The beautiful spring trees are not what they were yesterday, and the green grass is buried in a mound of soil. The apricot petals and peach must be swept into piles, and the youthful white hair feels decadent.

Clams are on the market with a new flavor, and Wei'er teaches people to wash their cups again. I can't bear to sing the song of Li to send the spring away, but I regret that the Jie drum will be clear to remind me.

If you don’t make money, I will grow older. Do you know if I can do it in the next year? Don't praise her for her beauty, but look at the Yi family for its decline. Zhaojun met Mao Yanshou by chance, but Emperor Yang could not keep Zhang Lihua.

The youthful air of the deep courtyard is locked in place, and the red sun on the embankment is setting to the west. There are small bridges and flowing water in the quiet villages. There are no warblers or dogs or frogs.

The whole house is full of laughter and we are forced to accompany each other. Don’t be sad nine times a day. The season is startling again, and Liang Yanru has no choice but to rush.

Xiangxiao’s clothes hurt her waist and her waist was thin, but her dream came to an end and no letter came from Liaoyang. The door is closed, the flowers have fallen at dusk, and the cow is crispy and the cup is in the palm of your hand.

In Milu Terrace on the edge of Yazi City, the situation in spring is changing. The ruffled clothes and beautiful appearance are blown away by the wind, pushing the rain against the wine tent window.

Peach blossoms are falling like rain, carrying female butterflies over the wall. There are many leisurely gardens in the south of the Yangtze River, and the houses are still covered with green moss.

The new road on the street is dark with dust, and the full moon on the wall is leaning against the jade plate.

There is no trace of the streets in Qinglian Lane, and the waist and limbs are embroidered and thin. There is no need to be ruthless, because I am in love with you.

There are clusters of beetles growing out of them, and when I am alone leaning against the curved railing, I am drowned. The green tombs have been empty for thousands of years, and they have been so heavy that they can only write poems in Xuandu.

The fragrance chases the horse's hooves and returns to the ant colony, and the shadow and the insect's arm pick up the spider silk. Xunfang paid off the New Year's debt, and saw the branches full of shadows.

Fang Fei is grateful for another new year, and she can give you nothing today. *It's a mistake to throw away the beauty of the country, but the fate is so light that you won't meet the gold buyer.

The cuckoo cries in the night in the bloody mountains, and the butterflies wander around in the spring under the trees. Color is emptiness, emptiness is color, and desire is controlled by desire, greed, and anger.

The beauty and beauty are in a dilemma, and the old beauty is gone.

The elder Lu Ji is sad to marry late. The sun is high and the yellow bird calls for spring sleep.

Life has been rare since ancient times, but a fight of wine is worth ten thousand. It's a pity that the slender and old age is so long that I would like to burn silver candles to cover the boat.

It is always spring when flowers fall and flowers bloom. When they bloom, there is no need to be envious or angry. I know that the Green Grass Skull Tomb is the man hiding his face in the red building.

The sandals have been taught to stop wearing panla, and the chariot does not need a scarf from now on. Immortals, dust, and Buddhas will die together, so there is no need to talk about the place where they fell.

In the sound of plowing, there is a short firewood gate, and in the pheasant garden, there is the fragrance of orchids. When Xizi returned to the lake, there was a well, and when Zhaojun left Saishan, he stayed in the village.

The courtyard of Chunfeng Courtyard is locked in a deep cage, and the drizzle is falling one after another. After losing Can Hong, she reluctantly gave up, but also learned to stick to A Xianhan.

The cries of banana wine are full of scars on my sleeves, and I cherish the fragrance and cherish the jade in my heart. Pity the wind-swept trees outside the window, let down the full moon in front of you.

Running into a well is like expressing hatred for the country's demise, and falling from a building is like repaying the kindness of one's master. Fragrant grass grows at dusk on Cheung Chau, and the dark souls of the river are wiped out.

Shrike flew east to Yanxi, and the prince of Nanpu complained that he was lost on the way. The birds call for spring break and carry people away, and the rain makes up the flowers and crows in the corner.

The stringed instruments are closed in the green and lush garden, and the long doors are locked and the maids are singing during the day. The butterflies turn over the remaining dreams, and the delicate hands of the winding rails carry them together.

We travel together with blue shoes and stockings, while white butterflies and wasps have their own worries. As we approach old age, our feelings change, and we will rest only after we die.

Jiao* (a word is missing) The sun and the moon have no long-term strategy, and the wine and tea have immediate worries. A song of mountain fragrance is silent in spring, and the blue clouds merge together at dusk across the red building.

Spring comes and goes in a hurry, the dazzling prosperity disappears in the blink of an eye, the apricots are just taking off their warm clothes, and the deep pear blossom courtyard hates the wind. Burning lamps and sitting for a long golden night, thinking about the red wine.

If Dongjun asked Yu Yan, his mood was revealed in the sound of rain. Wuwuwujiao rises from the spring city, and the east wind shakes the ground.

The lights illuminate the eaves, the flowers are blooming and falling, and the crows roosting on the trees in the garden are still startling. The beauty will not stay with the heart of the piano (click to go), and the green wine will not leave the cup and the face will be full.

I compare myself silently in front of the mirror, my hair has won another year. In the spring dream, beside the shadow of wild geese, there is a foot of fragrant mud in front of the horse's hooves.

It is difficult to pour gray wine into new love, only a sachet can repay pity. The flowers in the deep courtyard should be like sleet, and the long gate should be locked up like a year.

Who can say that the idle peaches and plums are related to the joys and sorrows stone. The flowers blow according to the wind's will, and the spring light abandons me as if it were left behind.

At the fifth watch of the night, dreams fly around the Wu Gorge. The aging body is no longer the same as before, and the grass and trees are withered and prosperous.

Thirty years of poetry and thousands of sorrows, who knows the heartbreaking spring breeze? . 4. Classic poems and quotations about liquor

1. Lanling fine wine is filled with tulips, and the jade bowl contains amber light. ——Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty, "A Guest Travel"

2. 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. ——Li Bai, Tang Dynasty, "Drinking Alone under the Moon"

3. The luminous cup of grape wine will be destroyed immediately when you want to drink the pipa. Lord Don't laugh, lying drunk on the battlefield. How many times have you fought in ancient times? ——Wang Han's "Liangzhou Ci"

4. Spend a lot of money to buy a sword, even a mink fur can be exchanged for wine. Cherish it with passion and diligence, and it will still turn into blue waves if you spill it. ——Qiu Jin's "Drinking Wine"

5. The two drank together, one cup after another, while the flowers bloomed. I'm drunk and want to sleep. Please go and hold me tomorrow morning. ——Li Bai's "Drinking in the Mountains"

6. Green ants' new fermented wine, small red clay stove. It's snowing in the evening, can I have a drink? ——Bai Juyi's "Ask Liu Nineteenth"

7. Open a pavilion and talk about mulberry and hemp over wine. ——Meng Haoran's "Passing to the Old Friend's Village"

8. Listen to a song of Junge today, and stay refreshed with a glass of wine for now. ——Liu Yuxi's "Rewarding Lotte at the First Banquet in Yangzhou"

9. Gold bottles of wine cost ten thousand dollars, and jade plates worth ten thousand dollars of treasure. ——Li Bai's "Traveling is Difficult"

10. After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves. ——Li Qingzhao's "Drunk Flower Yin"