1. Poems about bad drinking

Poems about bad drinking 1. What are the poems about drinking in a bad mood

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Year: Song Author: Liu Yong

Cold and sad, late for the long pavilion, early rest for the shower. In Kyoto city peripherals farewell, but did not drink the mood, is reluctant to leave, the boat people have been urged to start. Holding hands looked at each other, tears in eyes, until finally there was no words, a thousand words choking on the throat can not say. Think of this return to the south, this journey is another way, thousands of miles, a stretch of misty, the Night Fog of the sky is a boundless.

Affectionate feelings hurt parting since ancient times, which is even worse than snubbing the Qing Autumn Festival! Who knows where I am when I sober tonight? Fear is only the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the waning of the waning of the waning moon. This is a long time, the people who fall in love are not together, I expect even to meet the good weather, good scenery, as in name only. Even if there is full of emotion, and who can enjoy it with?

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Song Author: Li Qingzhao

Looking for it, it was cold and lonely, sad and miserable. When it's warm and cold, it's the hardest to stop breathing. Three cups and two light wines, how can you beat him and come late in the wind? Yan Guo is sad, but it is an old acquaintance.

yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground. Who can pick it now? Watching the window, how can you be dark alone? Indus is even drizzling, and it is dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad word!

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Time: Song Author: Su Shi

An Shi is in the East China Sea, and he is engaged in shocking autumn with his temples. Middle-aged relatives and friends are hard to say goodbye, and silk and bamboo are slow to leave sorrow. Once successful, it is planned to return to the sea in the east and help the sick to enter Xizhou. Yazhi is trapped in the porch, and he hates to send Cangzhou.

at the end of the year, you must plan ahead and be brown. Hometown goes thousands of miles, but it is better to stay late. When I am drunk, I am in harmony with you. When I am drunk, I need your help, but I can forget my worries about wine. A Liu Xuande, lying in a tall building.

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Time: Song Author: Yang Wanli

Everything is light in his life, but he entertains himself with wine.

when he loves wine, one day is indispensable.

I don't drink more than May because of my illness.

I don't envy guests for drinking, but the situation is always good.

don't think about pouring a cup, but don't think about it when you see a bottle.

it's a long time to sit still all day.

it's not the same way to understand the world.

the official won The Story Of Diu Sim, and the goods are precious.

Giving Thai pride to the poor, being brave and being circuitous.

whoever is happy and worried will be clever and stupid.

after illness, you have to be reflexive, and being broad-minded is the same as being too weak.

the rest of you, Mo Wen, have a decent life.

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Time: Song Author: Chen Zhu

Du Fu broke Luoyang Bridge, and his heart and ping flowed and floated.

the wind and rain are the same dream, and the night scenery in the mountains is spared for ten years.

when we meet drunk today, we forget everything and pay the ebb tide.

seeing that seclusion belongs to me, it's still worth inviting.

2. Poetry describing drinking in a bad mood

Su Curtain Covers Nostalgia

Song Fan Zhongyan

Blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn colors, cold smoke and green waves. The mountain reflects the setting sun and the sky meets the water, and the grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.

I'm homesick, and I'm thinking about traveling, unless I sleep well every night. The bright moon building is high and lonely, and the wine enters the sorrow and turns into acacia tears.

Vernacular translation

Blue sky with blue clouds, the earth with yellow leaves, and autumn scenery are connected with water waves in the river, which are filled with green and cold smoke. The mountains reflect the setting sun, the blue sky and the river. The grass is unkind and stretches to the horizon beyond the setting sun.

It's sad to miss my hometown silently, and it's hard to get rid of my haunting worries. Only by dreaming every night can I get a moment's comfort. I don't want to look far from the tall building alone on the moonlit night, but I have to pour bitter wine into my sorrow and turn it into tears of acacia.

Will be drinking

Tang Libai

I don't see you, how the Yellow River's waters move out of heaven, entering the ocean, never to return.

I don't see you, how lovely locks in bright mirrors in high chambers, though silken-black at morning, have changed by night to snow.

oh, let a man of spirit venture where he pleases, and never tip his golden cup empty toward the moon!.

since heaven gave the talent, let it be employed!, spin a thousand pieces of silver, all of them come back!.

cook a sheep, kill a cow, whet the appetite, and make me, of three hundred bowls, one long drink!.

master cen, Dan qiusheng, will drink, and don't stop drinking.

let me sing you a song!, please listen to me.

what are bell and drum, rare dishes and treasure?, I wish I'd stay drunk forever.

sober men of olden days and sages are forgotten, and only the great drinkers are famous for all time.

prince Chen paid at a banquet in the Palace of Perfection, ten thousand coins for a cask of wine, with many a laugh and quip.

why say, my host, that your money is gone?, go and buy wine and we'll drink it together!.

five-flowered horse, a thousand-golden-chiu, and hand them to the boy to exchange for good wine, share your worries for ever!

Vernacular translation

You can see that the Yellow River water stays from the sky, and the waves roll straight to the East China Sea and never return.

You can see the gray hair in the mirror of Gaotang, with blue hair in the morning and snow at night.

when you are proud of your life, you should enjoy the joy to the fullest, and don't let the golden cup empty against the bright moon.

Heaven has made me useful, even if I have exhausted all my gold, I will get it again.

Let's enjoy cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle, and don't drink too many cups of it at once.

Master Cen and Dan Qiusheng, drink quickly and don't stop.

I'll sing a song for all the friends here, so please listen carefully.

It's not rare that Zhongle cuisine is so rich. I'd rather be drunk than sober forever.

The sage and the benevolent have been silent since ancient times, and only those who are good at drinking leave a good name.

In those days, Wang Chen and Cao Zhi enjoyed the banquet, and a bucket of fine wine was worth ten thousand yuan, so they drank heartily.

Master, why do you say that there is not much money? Just bring me wine to accompany my friends.

No matter whether it's expensive horse with five stripes or fur fur fur, please ask the waiter to exchange them all for wine and drink with you to melt this eternal sorrow!

3. Poems about drinking (the more, the better)

Ming Song Yingxing's "Heavenly Creations. Qu Berry" says: "Song Zi said that the prison litigation is getting more and more complicated, and the wine flow is causing disaster, so what is the source?"

I am very impressed by the ancestors who invented wine. Song Yingxing thinks that the brewing of wine began with the legendary Emperor Yan and the Emperor (Qu Tiller: "You are not the ancestor of Yanhuang, but you are clever at the end, and Wu can be skillful"), and it is also said that it was invented by Du Kang or Yi Di in ancient times.

Regardless of whether the wine flow is a disaster, when the ancestors invented wine, they never thought that it would run through thousands of years of Chinese civilization, spread widely and have a great influence, far above the "four great inventions". The earliest history book in China, Shangshu, contains the wine wine which was ordered by the Duke of Zhou to give Kang Shu a temperance order in Weiguo. It can be seen that people had become addicted to alcohol as early as the Yin Zhou Dynasty.

after that, it became more and more fierce. Looking through the poems of past dynasties, it can be said that it is full of alcohol. In modern times, especially since the Third Plenary Session of the Eleventh Central Committee, the times have taken off, the people are rich, food is inexhaustible, and it is easy to store it. The best way is to make a lot of wine.

So the dining hall is full of colorful lights. Streets and alleys, punching and guessing, drunkards dancing. The people's drinking capacity is increasing geometrically.

What about Zhang Yide and Lutihai? Don't read the book that they are two feet tall, broad-chested and round-waisted. It's really hard to say who will fall down first if you drag a thin man with green husk in the street, find a hot pot stall, move five cases of beer and two dozen Erguotou. As the saying goes, "wine is different, so you don't have to grow up."

there are 369 grades of wine. "Youxue Qionglin" says: "Good wine is called Qingzhou, and the second wine is called Pingyuan Du You. Lu wine and Mao wine are all thin wines ... Zhu Yeqing and Zhuang Yuanhong are all good wines; Grape green and pearl red are known as fragrant mash. "

today, there are many categories. Have you noticed that the wine racks in the shopping mall are full of red, blue, white, blue and purple.

There are everything from two May Day bottles of mountain beer to the overpriced "15-year-old Maotai" and "Louis 18th Dynasty dry red". The most cheap thing is the "somersault wine" provided by the snack stall at Chaotianmen Wharf in Chongqing. Just throw one yuan and take a porcelain cup to drink, which is the favorite of the porters at the wharf.

As for why it is called "somersault wine", it remains to be verified whether people will somersault like monkeys when they drink too much. People who drink alcohol are also superstitious.

The emperors and generals of the "wine pool and meat forest" are like the "people's public servants" who are drunk with revolutionary wine every day. We ordinary people have no right to discuss it. Although the best wine often enters their mouths, we have to reluctantly put it aside. The rest of the workers, peasants and soldiers studied business, and all of them had cup lovers, so they might as well be temporarily classified as "drinkers".

Based on the amount of alcohol consumed, drinkers are described as "wine glass", "small handless cup", "hip flask", "wine barrel" and "wine jar". There are also many vagrants between "cup" and "cup", "pot" and "bucket", or depending on the needs of the scene, they are sometimes "cup", "cup" and "bucket".

In recent years, it is said that there are also luxury customers known as "wine sea". According to the different spirits of drinking, there are names of drunkards, drunkards, drunkards, wine saints, Brewmaster, drunkards, drunkards, drunkards and so on.

Of course, those who are worthy of these titles have at least a close relationship with wine similar to love, and those who drink a glass and a half of beer or white wine on holidays have no chance. Our country's wine culture has a long history, and the drinkers are like rivers flowing endlessly. For thousands of years, there has not been a great sage coming out, so it is a pity to divide the wine people into different levels and decide whether to compete or not.

"I don't know if I'm drunk when I drink, but I don't feel bad when I watch chess." When I play chess, I pay attention to grading. Why can't I drink? Our country has a fine tradition of "theory guides practice". Imagine if there is a set of authoritative and systematic theories to point out the direction for the drinkers, so that they can drink with ideals and pursue, and constantly improve their wine tasting morality. Is it useless for the four modernizations? In this way, Song Zi's "wine flow brings disaster" is self-defeating. Of course, this work is very arduous. It is necessary to carefully comb the wine culture for thousands of years, listen to the opinions and suggestions of the wine people extensively, and study the ideology of the wine people in depth. People who are not knowledgeable and knowledgeable cannot bear this task.

I have little knowledge, so I dare to write a preface for "On Drinking" here. I just hope to attract the attention of the majority of drinkers, express my "drinking view" enthusiastically, and spare no effort to devote my own wine history and events to the research for the sage. Three glasses of wine fell into my stomach, and although there were thousands of people, I was gone! Someone borrowed "wine gall" first, and made his own humble opinion that "a drop in the ocean of wine".

A famous drinker in history can be said to be a shining star. In the Tang Dynasty, Du Fu made a list of eight "wine stars", such as Li Bai, He Zhizhang and Zhang Xu, and wrote a Song of Eight Immortals in Drinking.

Du Fu himself loves drinking, and wrote a lot of poems praising drinking, such as "Get carried away from your life and drink like a true teacher". However, Liu Ling, one of the "Seven Sages of Bamboo Forest" in Wei and Jin Dynasties, is the most famous wine and the brightest star in the world, and this is the benchmark for the discussion on drinking.

There is a folk legend that "Du Kang was drunk for three years with fine wine". Du Kang was an ancient man, so how could he meet Liu Ling? This folk saying is to give Liu Ling the reputation of "the first drinker since there was wine". Wei and Jin Dynasties were a glorious period in the history of Chinese wine, and celebrities who drank alcohol emerged one after another, leading several generations of coquettish.

"Seven Sages of Bamboo Forest" are almost all alcoholics, and Ruan Ji, Ji Kang and others have great wine names. Ruan Ji was drunk for 6 days for refusing Sima's marriage, which can be recorded in the Gillis record.

Liu Ling's ability to excel among the numerous "wine stars" is a secret of her eternal success. The Book of Jin said that Liu Ling was "ugly", "silent and silent" and "unwilling to make friends".

In the aspect of literary talent, although there is no definite evidence, I want to come to Ji Kang, who is not versatile, and Xiang Xiu, who studies metaphysics intensively. So he devoted himself to drinking all his life, and finally opened a generation of wine rivers, and he made great achievements.

At that time, the scenery of the "Seven Sages of Bamboo Forest" gathering in the mountains can't be reproduced, so we might as well push it-Ji Kang and Ruan Xian play the piano and play the lute; Ruan Ji, who is in charge of the poor road, cries and screams in the deep; Xiang Xiu, Shan Tao and Wang Rong talked about Hyunri's entanglement with Laozi and Zhuangzi. Only Liu Ling squints and leans on a thin bamboo and only drinks without talking. From the perspective of modeling alone, she is deeper than others! -Concentration can be said to be a great secret of Liu Ling's success, unlike Ruan Ji and others, the name of wine was somewhat obliterated because of the name of literature and poetry. The reasons why Liu Ling was addicted to alcohol all her life are as follows.

4. Poems about drinking (the more, the better)

1. Huanxisha, a new poem and a glass of wine

Song Dynasty: Yan Shu

A new poem and a glass of wine, the weather was old last year. When will the sunset return?

I can't help it, but I feel familiar with Yan's return. Small garden fragrant path wandering alone.

Translation:

Listen to a new song and drink a glass of wine, or is it the pavilion of the old weather last year? When will the sunset come back?

I can't help it when the flowers fall. The returning swallows seem to know each other, wandering alone on the flower path in the small garden.

Second, drinking. Fifth

Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming

build house is in a human environment, but there are no cars and horses.

what can you do? The heart is far from self-centered.

under the east fence of picking chrysanthemums, you can see Nanshan leisurely.

the weather is getting better every day, and the birds are returning.

there is a real meaning in this, and I have forgotten to say it if I want to distinguish it.

Translation:

Living in the world, there is no noise of horses and chariots.

Ask me why I can do this. As long as I aim high, I will naturally feel lonely in my place.

picking chrysanthemums under the east hedge, leisurely, the distant Nanshan comes into view.

The smell in the mountains and the scenery in the evening are very good. There are birds coming back with their companions.

It contains the true meaning of life. I want to identify it, but I don't know how to express it.

Third, the wine

Qing Dynasty: Qiu Jin

did not hesitate to spend thousands of dollars to buy a treasure knife, and Diao Qiu was also worthy of changing wine.

a cavity full of blood is diligent and precious, and it can still be turned into a blue peach if spilled.

Translation:

Don't spare a lot of money to buy a good knife. It's heroic to exchange a mink coat for wine.

Revolutionaries should take full care of their lives and make earth-shattering undertakings by spilling blood.

Fourth, wine will be served

Tang Dynasty: Li He

Glass clock, amber thick, and wine drops in small grooves are really pearl red.

When dragons are cooked, the phoenix, jade and fat weep, and Luo Wei's embroidered curtain surrounds the fragrant wind.

play the dragon flute and the catfish drum; White teeth song, waist dance.

The situation is that youth is approaching dusk, and peach blossoms are falling like red rain.

I advise you to be as drunk as a fiddler all day long, and the wine will not reach Liu Ling's grave.

Translation:

The glass clock is used for the wine glass, and the wine is amber and vermilion. When the cooked and roasted horse meat (dragon) and the pheasant (phoenix) are eaten in their mouths, they can still hear the oil explosion when the oil is grilled, as if crying.

The curtain made of silk brocade is full of fragrance. Apart from the aroma of food and wine, there are white-toothed geisha singing, thin-waisted dancers playing the dragon flute and beating the drums.

The time for feasting is a spring evening. They have been happy all day. They have drunk their youth and played a beautiful time. The peach blossoms were scattered by the drums, messed up by the dancing sleeves, and fell like red rain. They wasted their flower-like youth in vain.

I advise you to be as drunk as a fiddler all day long as they are. Because you have drunk all the wine, there is no more wine to spill on the grave of alcoholic Liu Ling!

v. Drinking

In Tang Dynasty: Liu Zongyuan

This evening, he was less happy, and he sat up and opened up. First, the patriarch who drank the wine to make wine, was the father who left the wine to me to banish sorrow and boredom.

for a moment, I feel different from myself, and I suddenly feel heaven and earth.