My old friend likes me and I drink with him. Ban Jing sat in Panasonic and got drunk after counting. My father and his elders talked nonsense, and when he thought about it, he lost his line.
I didn't know I was there, so I knew things were precious. Because of its lingering charm, this wine has a deep taste.
Du Fu wrote his own poems.
Snuff and Tessie, Wine and Green are dating. When you are drunk, you are a guest, and poetry becomes a sense of god.
War is still in sight, Confucianism is not the body. Suffering from being tied up by a micro-official, I bowed my head and felt ashamed of the savage.
Bai Juyi gave a suggestion to my friend Liu.
The green wine is new, and there is a hint of red in the quiet stove. It feels like snow outside at dusk. Can I have a drink?
Li he Shi di
Three years later, my brother returned to China for more than a day. You want to drink tonight, and write when you go.
Sick bones can still exist, and there is nothing in the world. Why ask cattle and horses, vote for Ren Xiaolu.
He Li chased Xie and the copper finch prostitute
Beauty pot is full of autumn. There's nothing to worry about.
Singing secretly, the wind rises from the tree. Long-term pressure table, tearful eye flower machine.
Li He introduced Shang Chen.
There is a man in Chang 'an whose heart is rotten at the age of twenty. Before Lengga case, Chu Ci was tied behind his elbow. Life is poor, but beautiful women have a pot of wine.
It's just that the road is blocked now, so there's no need to go in vain. Sad statement saint, covered with brown molybdenum beans. When people choose to fail, they should learn to be Yao and Shun.
The rut in Chai Men is frozen, and the elm shadow is thin. Visit me at dusk, and the bitter festival wrinkles the green sun. Taihua 5,000 meters, a smoke show.
There is no inch to find when you are in pain. I'd rather keep my mouth shut than pity. Teacher Li Shenghua sat watching the sky.
Every frost is an olive, and anger is like a spring willow. Different manners, gaunt as a pig. The snow went straight to the altar, and the ink ball wore a copper belt.
Male and female servants only want to take dustpans and brooms when they are in the gas state. When do you open your eyes? Gu Jian agent a loud roar!
From Li Hebai's home to Luohoumen
In September, the field is wild and the autumn door is pale. At the end of October, it was cold and the snow was faint. The sky is covered with colors and the clouds are filled with thoughts.
Thousands of miles of wind on the road, saliva marks of wild bamboo snakes. The sound of frozen waves in Shixi, the crow of chickens washes the cold morning. Forced to go to Dongshe, I got rid of my horse and voted for my old neighbor.
The owner's surname is Liao and Xiangqu's surname is Xin. Branches don't drink, so I invited the right person. I want to go to Chu in the south and Qin in the west.
Both Wang Xiang and Wu Di remain young. Wen Tao ran Taiwan, Song Yu has no soul. Two lines, stinging insects and autumn clouds.
Is it necessary to pay an extra salary in order to explore the significance of Qintai?
Li He sent Wei's younger brother into the customs.
It's a shame to send guests to drink other drinks. What is the saddest thing? Wearing a gold ring on the horse's head. The wild color has no owner, and the autumn is empty.
Sit up and be brave, but you can't look. Trees go west, and green buds grow. Lang Wei's good brother was born in Korean.
I live on the mountain, an acre of wormwood field. The rain at night calls the renter, and the sound of spring is dark. Who can understand the hardships, only Nanshan is pale.
Li Hefu's dance songs
Wu Esheng crossed the sky, and the empty clouds swam around. There are horses and chariots at the door, and moss is needed. There is a bird in the bottle. I advise you to live a long life.
Win Hanwu brocade upstairs and see the cold drink flower dew clearly. The oriental sun never breaks, and it grows old.
Dancheng is a snake riding a white fog, and Yujing is a thousand years old. Snakes are turtles for two thousand years, and wudi green grass is there every year.
On the back, there are eight diagrams calling the gods, and the evil scales are stubborn and slippery.
Su Wu is different.
The flesh and blood are related, the branches and leaves are related, and there is also the principle of making friends. All men are brothers, who is a passer-by?
Besides, I am connected to a tree, and I am like my son. The former is similar in length, while the latter is like Hu and Qin.
Only when you think about it will your kindness be renewed day by day. Lu Wu thinks of weeds, which can be compared with guests.
I have a bottle of wine that I want to give to people far away. May my son stay and think about it and talk about this life.