Half of my life is over, and half of my life is drunk
Liao Baoping. I don't like wine, and it doesn't stick to me.
I have sorrow to send the bright moon, and I don't need wine.
Life is proud, I have a poem to enjoy.
Half of my life is over, and half of my life is drunk
Wine is blood, wine is tears, my blood is cold, tears are gone.
I can't hold the boiling splendor of a glass of wine.
The wine bottle runs wine in the high pavilion, and I run errands in the world.
The wine may be fuller, I'm more mature.
It accumulates as much dust to me as it does gray hair.
There are countless wine glasses, and there is a lot of empty time.
Neither the moon nor Liu Ling is invited.
The more silent they are, the more they see the silence of the passage of time.
I was also drunk, and I didn't indulge in singing.
I didn't borrow wine and slept like a puddle of mud.
The wine made a piano with the essence and let me go home with the piano in my arms.
Ruan Ji drank Du Kang, and I drank Ruan Ji.
He became culture, and I became a literati.
I don't drink, and the wine runs through my body.
I don't choose to be confused in wine, and I am willing to bear the pain of sobriety.
There may be friendship in wine, and I prefer to find friends through tea.
I prefer the whispering of the tea room to the drunken rhetoric.
My life lacks degrees, but it never lacks mixed tastes.
Each flavor is tasted with care, and it is stronger than wine.
A drop of wine cannot comfort a heart that has read the world.
When I drink with someone, I don't like alcohol.
I just like a person, and I walk into the sweetness after suffering.
The wine intoxicated me with a strong stamina.