Painting bridges and flowing water, spring light is born, and a glass of green wine is drunk until dawn.
The meaning is heavy, and we meet again, a glass of turbid wine invites the bright moon, and the drunken and sleepy flowers are not old.
A glass of sake is happy with each other, drunk and lying on the red dust, the piano and chess books are accompanied, and the wind and snow are beautiful.
Recalling the beginning, there was a book in the cup, and the poetry and wine lived in leisure.
Drinking Tu Su, Xue Ying Red Plum Stove Talks about the past, the words were at the beginning.
There is no military spirit, there is smoke in the stove, and the plum blossoms in the snow are at a loss.
At night, the wine is exhausted, the snow is white, and the warmth is light.
The snow falls on thousands of mountains and the tears are sacrificed for the past year, why should you be drunk if you have wine, you can make alchemy.
The cups and plates are messy and chaotic, the plum blossoms in the snow can't bear to smell, the tea is idle by the small stove, and the breeze and moon wine are three points.
Drink a pot of wine alone, the stove warms the kang and talks about spring and autumn, no one asks when the snow falls, and the cup is drunk endlessly.
The furnace is warm, the wine is fragrant, the sky is snowy, and a cup can relieve a hundred sorrows.
The temples are full of hair, the bottle is a jade cup, the body is wine, and the heart is still simmering.
A cup of tea is drunk and red-faced, sighing for the passing years, Dan's heart is there, and the wine is sad and tears are dry.
Gao Peng raised the wine to the stove and spoke for a long time, and the fragrance of plum blossoms in the snow was secretly sent, and a cup of drink was spring.
There is no plan to avoid the wind and dust, the wine is full of tears, the snow flies thousands of trees white, and half a cup of tea warms the spring of thousands of families.
Xue Feimei is smiling in the spring breeze, drunk and strong, the wine is not finished, and the stove is boiling new tea.
Push the cup to change the lamp and meet each other, the plum blossoms in the snow are a little red, the small stove adds warmth, and the new poem spits out the truth after drinking.
Thousands of wines, the fragrance of plum blossoms in the small stove is far away, and the shadow is still lonely.
The stove is smokeless, the night is cold, the snow falls on the thousands of mountains, and the people are not seen, and the empty cup is drunk alone.
Thousands of miles of love for the claw, drunk before the moon flowers, poetry and wine life is enough, there are red plums in the prosperous place.
Drunk thousands of cups, plum blossoms in the snow and a tree blooming, warm old dreams, and the fragrance of wine floats everywhere.
Shu dog barks and simmers in the sky to enjoy new tea, plum blossom hair, and a smile holds a cup to Wuhua.
The stove is cold, the wine fights and the plum blossom fragrance is secretly sent, and the shadow is lonely.
The Shu dog barks in the sky and the night snow, Wu Niu gasps for the moon and lies in the broken cup, a pot of old wine is unattended, and the three-foot stove is accompanied by guests.
The cup of green is full, the pear blossoms bring rain to boil the spring river water, and the poetry and wine are drunk several times.
Smell the fragrance far away into the wine, the moonlight shines on the stove near the window, the plum blossoms bloom just right in the snow, and you can drink drunk Tu Su.
How can a stove be drunk with turbid wine, and I saw an empty cup drunk in front of the window.
Ye Xue is flying, drinking alone and the three patrols are not drunk, waiting for the king's return.
Tea wins Du Kang, three cups of wine are fragrant, you must be drunk, don't wait for the white head to be crazy.
The lights are red and the night is not young, so what's the matter, the wild song is shocking, and the sun and the moon are long in the drunk.
The sun and the moon are long, the smile is boundless, and Du Kang is puzzled by the two lines of liver and intestine tears.
The book business is mad, and when he is drunk, he still can't understand the taste of sorrow, and he only puts his pride into the wine.
The new tea in the village is ripe, the old wine on the fence is fragrant, and I don't know how to send a song to the sun when I am drunk.
The wine is sad and difficult to solve the heartache, and the wild song and drink the dream of the hometown.
As a guest, I still remember the madness of youth, it is difficult to solve the lovesickness, and I enter the wine intestine.
Drinking a thousand cups is less, everything is empty, and Mo Dao Du Kang's confidant is dominant.
Du Kang relieved his sorrow with a cup of tears, he didn't know that he was a guest, and he woke up crazy in his dream.
After three rounds of wine, there are fewer than a thousand glasses, Du Kang drinks everything and rests, and sings wildly and lets me swim.
Crazy alone, drunk and sunny, lovesick and bitter, sad and tearful.
Du Kang was respectful of the high hall, drank three rounds of tears and two lines, drunk and didn't know that he was a guest, and he woke up still a teenager.
Three cups of belly singing madly and the world are shocked, and they drink up the words of Du Kang's confidant.
Drink for a thousand years, write a hundred poems, don't know if you are a guest when you are drunk, sing wildly and dance and laugh in the world.
Carrying wine to find cranes outside the clouds, Du Kang is difficult to solve a shocking song, drunk and let me swim.
In a game of chess, the wild song is full of sorrow, and Du Kang can solve the problem when he wakes up.
Chrysanthemum madness, drunk vaguely where to go Du Kang, ask the sun.
Three hundred, two thousand lines of poetry and wine, drunk and unconscious, crazy in dreams.
No cheesy, Du Kang drinks another earth-shattering song, Kun Sun and Moon are long.
The golden wind sends cool poems and is ecstatic, and now Du Kang can quench his thirst and the wine is not fragrant.
When he is crazy, he is tired, drunk and free, and the years are long, Mo Dao Du Kang can quench his thirst, and three glasses of wine are fragrant.
A light to relieve sorrow, after three rounds of drinking, the interest is high, I don't know if I am a guest, and I sing wildly when I dance and play.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art