1. Verses describing intoxication
Bai Haitang (Dream of Red Mansions) The Xiang curtain is half rolled up and the door is half closed, and the ice is crushed into earth and jade for the basin.
I stole the white pistil and borrowed a wisp of the plum blossom’s soul. The immortal in the Moon Cave sews his silk jacket, and the resentful girl in autumn tries to find the traces of her cry.
I am shy and silently complaining to someone. I am tired of leaning against the west wind and am already fainting at night. Huatangchun (Nalan Rongruo) A pair of people from generation to generation, competing for education and two ecstasies? If we miss each other but don't love each other, who will be the spring?
It is easy to get the syrup to the blue bridge, but it is difficult to run through the blue sea as medicine. If you look like Oxford, you will forget poverty. One-word poem (Chen Hang) One sail, one fishing boat on the river, one fisherman and one fishing hook.
One bow and one laugh, one river is bright and the other is autumn. Qijue The rain falls on a pool of autumn at dusk, and the late wind brings eternal sorrow.
I am not tired of the floating life, but it is just a dream. I have been waiting for half a lifetime but have no partner. A frown, a smile, a sadness, a lifetime of obsession and a lifetime of drunkenness.
A sigh of relief and reincarnation, every inch of lovesickness and every inch of ashes. To whom is the fame and fortune bestowed upon me? In the autumn river last year, I was drunk and unaware of my sorrow tonight, and mourning brought tears to my eyes. Who advised me to drink a thousand cups? The past is hard to catch up with, the war horse is fat, Hu Jia sends you back home, no one can guess your thoughts on cultivating the Tao, the blue clouds are envious of birds, and you are drunk with the picture in front of you.
A Cut of Plum Blossoms · Boat Crossing the Wujiang River (Jiang Jie) A piece of spring sorrow awaits the pouring of wine, the boat on the river is rocking, and the curtains on the upper floors are moving. At Qiuniang Ferry and Tainiang Bridge, the wind blows away and the rain returns.
When will you return home to wash guest robes? The word "Yin" means Sheng tune, and the word "Xin" means "Xiangshao". The flowing light easily throws people away, turning cherries red and bananas green.
Sapphire Case · Yuanxi (Xin Qiji) The east wind blows thousands of flowers and trees down at night, and the stars are like rain. BMW carvings fill the road with fragrance, the phoenix flute sounds, the jade pot turns light, and fish and dragons dance all night.
The golden strands of moth snow and willow trees are filled with laughter and hidden fragrance. The crowd searched for him thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, he was there, in a dimly lit place.
Sauvignon Blanc (Bai Juyi) Bian water flow, Si water flow, flowing to Guazhou ancient ferry, Wushan is a little sad. I miss you for a long time, I hate you for a long time, I hate it until I return home, and I lean on the building under the bright moon.
Eight to (Li Zhi) From near to far east and west, from deep to shallow clear stream. As high as the bright sun and moon, as deep as a shallow clear stream.
Yanqiu Ci (Yuan Haowen) asks the world, what is love? It directly teaches the promise of life and death? Travelers from all over the world fly to the north and south, and the old wings return to the cold and heat several times. Pleasure is fun, parting is bitter, and there are even more idiotic children.
You should say something, the clouds are thousands of miles away, the snow is falling on thousands of mountains, only the shadow is going to whom. On Hengfen Road, when the loneliness was gone, the drums were beating, and the desolate smoke was still plain and clear.
How come the soul-calling Chu is here, the mountain ghosts are crying in the wind and rain. The sky is jealous and does not believe in it. The orioles and swallows are all in loess.
Eternal. In order to entertain the poet, he sang and drank wildly and visited Yanqiu.
Jiang Chengzi (Su Shi) recorded a dream on the 20th night of the first lunar month of Yi Mao. Ten years of life and death were so vast that I could never forget them without thinking about them. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation.
Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost. At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown with a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window.
We looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines.
Jie Lianhuan (Zhou Bangyan) There is no support for resentment, the lover is cut off, and the message is far away. The skillful hand can untie the chain, like wind scattering and rain collecting, mist light and cloud thin.
The Swallow Tower is empty, covered in dark dust and a bed of string ropes. If you want to move the roots and change the leaves, it's just the old days, planting red medicine by hand.
Du Ruo is gradually growing on Tingzhou. Boats are bending along the shore, and people are in the corner of the sky. I remember the music of that day and the idle talk will be burned away.
When spring comes back in Shuiyi, I hope to send you my plum calyx in the south of the Yangtze River. Fight for this life, spend time with flowers and wine, and shed tears for her.
Buddhist Love Poems (Tsangyang Gyatso) I once worried that being passionate would harm my holy life, and when I entered the mountains, I was afraid that I would fall in love with the city. The world is safe and secure, and I will live up to the Tathagata and your Majesty.
A Cut of Plum Blossoms (Tang Yin) The rain beats the pear blossoms behind closed doors. Forgot youth, miss youth.
Who cares about the pleasure ***? Ecstasy under the flowers, ecstasy under the moon. Worry gathers on the brow peaks and makes the sun frown.
Thousands of cry marks, ten thousand cry marks. Look at the sky at dawn and the clouds at dusk.
I think of you when I walk, and I miss you when I sit. Autumn Wind Poems (Li Bai) The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves gather and disperse, and the jackdaws roost again.
It’s hard to be embarrassed when we meet each other on a blind date. Entering my lovesickness door, you know my lovesickness is painful.
Long-term lovesickness brings long-lasting memories, but short-term lovesickness is infinite. If I had known that it would be so disturbing to people's hearts, why would I not have known each other in the first place?
Su Muzhe (Zhou Bangyan) burns agarwood to relieve the heat. Birds call out for the clear sky, and they peek into the eaves at dawn.
On the leaves, the sun rises and the rain dries up, the water surface is clear and round, and the wind lifts them one by one. My hometown is far away, when will I go? He lives in Wumen and travels to Chang'an for a long time.
Do you remember each other in May? A small boat, a dream like Furong Pu. Su Muzhe (Fan Zhongyan) The blue sky, the yellow leaves on the ground, the waves of autumn, the cold smoke and green on the waves.
The mountains reflect the setting sun and the sky meets the water, and the fragrant grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun. The soul of the dark country is chasing my thoughts on the journey, unless I leave good dreams to sleep every night.
The moon is shining brightly and I am leaning against a tall building. The wine fills me with sorrow and turns into the rain of lovesickness.
Tie waist skirt (Xian Zhang) The frost-loving toad shines on the night sky, creating hazy shadows.
Human love is like a long love month, counting every year. How many rounds can you get?
I wanted to send a leaf inscription to Xijiang River, but I couldn't find it in front of Wuting. There are new green lotuses in the East Pond, which are still as small as money.
Ask when to borrow it and when to borrow it. 2. Poems describing intoxication
Bai Haitang (Dream of Red Mansions) The Xiang curtain is half rolled up and the door is half closed, and the ice is crushed into earth and jade for the basin.
I stole the white pistil and borrowed a wisp of the plum blossom’s soul. The immortal in the Moon Cave sews his silk jacket, and the resentful girl in autumn tries to find the traces of her cry.
I am shy and silently complaining to someone. I am tired of leaning against the west wind and am already fainting at night. Huatangchun (Nalan Rongruo) A pair of people from one generation to the next, competing for education and two ecstasies? If we miss each other but don't love each other, who will be the spring?
It is easy to get the syrup to the blue bridge, but it is difficult to run through the blue sea as medicine. If you look like Oxford, you will forget about poverty. One-word poem (Chen Hang) One sail, one fishing boat on the river, one fisherman and one fishing hook.
One bow and one laugh, one river is bright and the other is autumn. Qijue The rain falls on a pool of autumn at dusk, and the late wind brings eternal sorrow.
I am not tired of the floating life, but it is just a dream. I have been waiting for half a lifetime but have no partner. A frown, a smile, a sadness, a lifetime of obsession and a lifetime of drunkenness.
A sigh of relief and reincarnation, every inch of lovesickness and every inch of ashes. To whom is the fame and fortune bestowed upon me? Last year in the autumn river, I lay drunk and did not know the sorrow of this night. The mourning brought tears to my eyes. Who advised me to drink a thousand cups? The past is hard to catch up with, the war horse is fat, Hujia sends you home, no one can guess your thoughts about cultivating the Taoism, the blue clouds are envious of birds, and you are drunk with the picture in front of you.
A Cut of Plum Blossoms · Boat Crossing the Wujiang River (Jiang Jie) A piece of spring sorrow awaits the pouring of wine, the boat on the river is rocking, and the curtains on the upper floors are moving. At Qiuniang Ferry and Tainiang Bridge, the wind blows away and the rain returns.
When will you return home to wash guest robes? The word "Yin" means Sheng tune, and the word "Xin" means "Xiangshao". The flowing light easily throws people away, turning cherries red and bananas green.
Sapphire Case · Yuanxi (Xin Qiji) The east wind blows thousands of flowers and trees down at night, and the stars are like rain. BMW carvings fill the road with fragrance, phoenix flutes sound, jade pots turn light, and fish and dragons dance all night long.
The golden strands of moth snow and willow trees are filled with laughter and hidden fragrance. The crowd searched for him thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, he was there, in a dimly lit place.
Sauvignon Blanc (Bai Juyi) Bian water flow, Si water flow, flowing to Guazhou ancient ferry, Wushan is a little sad. I miss you for a long time, I hate you for a long time, I hate it until I return home, and I lean on the building under the bright moon.
Eight to (Li Zhi) From near to far east and west, from deep to shallow clear stream. As high as the bright sun and moon, as deep as a shallow clear stream.
Yanqiu Ci (Yuan Haowen) asks the world, what is love? Does it teach the promise of life and death? Travelers from all over the world fly to the north and south, and the old wings return to the cold and heat several times. Pleasure is fun, parting is bitter, and there are even more idiotic children.
You should say something, the clouds are thousands of miles away, the snow is falling on thousands of mountains, only the shadow is going to whom. On Hengfen Road, when the loneliness was gone, the drums were beating, and the desolate smoke was still plain and clear.
How come the soul-calling Chu is here, the mountain ghosts are crying in the wind and rain. The sky is jealous and does not believe in it. The orioles and swallows are all in loess.
Eternal. In order to entertain the poet, he sang and drank wildly and visited Yanqiu.
Jiang Chengzi (Su Shi) recorded a dream on the 20th night of the first lunar month of Yi Mao. Ten years of life and death were so vast that I could never forget them without thinking about them. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation.
Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost. At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown with a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window.
We looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines.
Jie Lianhuan (Zhou Bangyan) There is no support for resentment, the lover is cut off, and the message is far away. The skillful hand can untie the chain, like the wind scattering and the rain gathering, the mist is light and the clouds are thin.
The Swallow Tower is empty, covered in dark dust and a bed of strings. If you want to move the roots and change the leaves, it's just the old days, planting red medicine by hand.
Du Ruo is gradually growing on Tingzhou. Boats are bending along the shore, and people are in the corner of the sky. I remember the music of that day and the idle talk will be burned away.
When spring comes back in Shuiyi, I hope to send you my plum calyx in the south of the Yangtze River. Fight for this life, spend time with flowers and wine, and shed tears for her.
Buddhist Love Poems (Tsangyang Gyatso) I once worried that being passionate would harm my holy life, and when I entered the mountains, I was afraid that I would fall in love with the city. The world is safe and secure, and I will live up to the Tathagata and your Majesty.
A Cut of Plum Blossoms (Tang Yin) The rain beats the pear blossoms behind closed doors. Forgot youth, miss youth.
Who cares about the pleasure ***? Ecstasy under the flowers, ecstasy under the moon. Worry gathers on the brow peaks and makes the sun frown.
Thousands of cry marks, ten thousand cry marks. Look at the sky at dawn and the clouds at dusk.
I think of you when I walk, and I miss you when I sit. Autumn Wind Poems (Li Bai) The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves gather and disperse, and the jackdaws roost again.
It’s hard to be embarrassed when we meet each other on a blind date. Entering my lovesickness door, you know my lovesickness is painful.
Long-term lovesickness brings long-lasting memories, but short-term lovesickness is infinite. If I had known that it would be so disturbing to people's hearts, why would I not have known each other in the first place?
Su Muzhe (Zhou Bangyan) burns agarwood to relieve the heat. Birds call out for the clear sky, and they peek into the eaves at dawn.
On the leaves, the sun rises and the rain dries, the water surface is clear and round, and the wind lifts them one by one. My hometown is far away, when will I go? He lives in Wumen and travels to Chang'an for a long time.
Do you remember each other in May? A small boat, a dream like Furong Pu. Su Muzhe (Fan Zhongyan) The sky is blue, the ground is yellow leaves, the autumn colors are rolling, and the waves are green with cold smoke.
The mountains reflect the setting sun and the sky meets the water, and the fragrant grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun. The soul of the dark country is chasing my thoughts on the journey, unless I leave good dreams to sleep every night.
The moon is shining brightly and I am leaning against a tall building. The wine fills my heart with sorrow and turns into the rain of lovesickness. Tie waist skirt (Zhang Xian) The frost-loving toad shines on the night sky, creating hazy shadows.
Human love is like a long love, counting every year. How many rounds can you get?
I wanted to send a leaf inscription to Xijiang River, but I couldn't find it in front of Wuting. There are new green lotuses in the East Pond, which are still as small as money.
Ask when to borrow it and when to borrow it. 3. Poems describing intoxication
1. After drinking in Dongpo at night, I woke up drunk again, and returned as if it was midnight. ——"Linjiang Immortal·Drinking at Dongpo at night and waking up drunk again"
2. When will I cross Guiluan and dust will fly across the sea, this will be the fate of this world. ——"Drunk Flower Yin"
3. After the guests woke up late at night, they held red candles and admired the remaining flowers. ——"Drunken Under the Flowers"
4. Back then, I danced with shadows. Although wonderful songs are passed down, what kind of people are there after all? ——"Drunk and Down·Bingyin Mid-Autumn Festival"
5. Partially remembering the garrison people, and I have not heard from the border court for a long time. ——"Drunken Flowers·Xiu Xiangwen"
1. Linjiangxian·Drinking at Dongpo at night, I wake up and get drunk again Su Shi
Drinking at Dongpo at night and wake up and get drunk again, it's like returning home three times Even. The boy's breath is thundering. No one knocks on the door, but leans on the stick and listens to the sound of the river.
I always regret that this body is not mine, when will I forget about camp? The wind is quiet at night and the grain is flat. The boat passed away from now on, and the river and sea left it for the rest of my life.
2. Zuihuayin Xin Qiji
Huanghua is said to be good every year. Also take advantage of the autumn light to grow old. The green hair on the temples does not frighten the autumn. If you are in front of Dou Zun, the person is so beautiful that you can laugh.
How much do you know about the fruit of a flat peach? Lives in Sanshan Island. When will I cross Gui Luan, dust will fly across the sea, and the fate of this world will begin.
3. Drunk under the Flowers Li Shangyin
Looking for the fragrance, I didn’t realize that I was drunk by the flowing clouds. I leaned against the tree to sleep and the sun had already set.
After the guests woke up late at night, they held red candles and admired the remaining flowers.
4. Drunk and downtrodden·Bingyin Mid-Autumn Festival Guo Yingxiang
Qionglou Yuyu. Clearly not affected by human heat. Is it ordinary that there are no three or five? Only tonight, all the colors are the same.
Su'e has read all about the present and the past. Why don't you stop and listen to what I have to say. Back then, I danced with shadows. Although wonderful songs are passed down, what kind of people are there after all?
5. Among the Drunken Flowers·Don’t ask each other Mao Wenxi
Don’t ask each other, because you are afraid that asking each other will make you more resentful. The spring water fills the pond, and the birds and beasts are still taking advantage of each other.
It rained heavily last night, and it was cold for a while before dawn. Partially recalling the people who guarded the building, I have not heard from the court for a long time. 4. Who knows the poems about heartbreak
Drunk Flower Yin
Who can spend the golden years
Don’t ask where love is going.
Just a shadow facing the setting sun
I want to keep the wind here
The grass at the end of the world has no place to return
Looking back there are countless flowers
Explanation of self-ecstasy
Welcome to the spring with a weak shoulder strap
The fate of the world will not miss each other
Su Shi, the son of Jiangcheng
In the ten years of life and death, there is a vast world. Without thinking, I will never forget it. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation. Even if we meet, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.
When night comes, I suddenly return home with a deep dream. Xiaoxuan window, dressing up. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the place where the heart breaks every year: on a bright moon night, short pine hills
Linjiang Fairy
The courtyard is a little deeper,
The cloud window and fog pavilion are often exposed,
The willow shoots and plum blossom calyces gradually become clearer,
The Moling tree returns in spring,
The old man builds Kangcheng.
Feeling the moon and chanting the wind, there are so many things,
Now I am old and have no achievements,
Who can pity the haggard and become more useless,
Test the lamp It's boring,
I'm not in the mood for walking in the snow.
The order of waves and sand
The rain is gurgling outside the curtain, and the spring is fading.
Luo Qui cannot bear the cold at dawn.
Isn’t it a dream?
Don’t lean on the railing alone, the world is unlimited.
It’s easy to say goodbye but hard to see others.
As the water falls and the flowers fall, spring is gone, and it is heaven and earth. 5. Poems about "tears"
The tearful eyes asked the flowers without saying a word, and the red flowers flew across the swing.
The moon in the sea has tears, and the sun in Lantian is warm and the jade produces smoke. The spring silkworm's silk will not be exhausted until it dies, and the candle's tears will not dry until it turns to ashes.
The singing birds are frightening, the flying flowers are splashing with tears, and the mountains and rivers are full of sorrow and deep in spring. Whoever gets drunk in the frost forest at dawn will always shed tears when leaving.
Tears stain the red silk, the peach blossoms fall, Xianchi Pavilion, although the mountain alliance is still there, it is difficult to take off the brocade book. The character is cold and dim, and he is afraid of being asked and swallows his tears to pretend to be happy.
Men don’t shed tears easily, but they are not sad yet. Tears fell in front of the pillow, rain fell in front of the steps, and dripped into the morning through the window.
The singing bird still knows how to hate, but it will not cry, and the clear tears will make it cry blood. Why do I always have tears in my eyes? Because I love this land deeply... He died before leaving the army, which makes the hero burst into tears.
Thinking about the past is like a dream, with tears falling secretly. I don’t know when the wind and rain will stop, but my tears have wet the window screen.
I can’t bear to fall asleep in my embrace of autumn, and I move my tears to the autumn screen. The candle of tears shakes the short straw, and the worry and sorrow illuminate the separation of feelings.
The color of flowers is like human tears, if human tears are compared to peach blossoms. Tears flow as long as they last, and flowers flatter themselves. When you look at flowers with tearful eyes, your tears dry easily. When the tears dry up, the flowers will fade away in spring.
The church still plays farewell songs and weeps to the palace maid. When a man is sleepless, the general's hair turns gray and his husband weeps.
Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, I was speechless and choked. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.
Who is the beauty? Call me for the red scarf and green sleeves, and find the hero's tears. I rested and leaned alone high in the Mingyue Tower. The wine filled my heart with sadness, turning into tears of lovesickness.
Before the Hu is gone, the hair on the temples will fall first. Tears flowed in vain.
The remaining people shed tears in the dust, and look south to see Wang Shi for another year. Who knows how to bear the humiliation and bear the heavy burden with eyes full of tears and crying blood? Under the Yugu Terrace, the clear river water was clear, and many passers-by were in tears.
No matter how many tears there are, there is no limit to hatred. The tears of the white-haired scholar in Shenzhou are desolate and do not fall towards Niu Mountain.
Jiangzhou Sima, his green shirt is wet with tears, we are both at the end of the world. The waning moon is bright on the face, don’t cry at dawn. My heart is broken and I can't get drunk.
Before the wine arrives, tears first come. The lamp is turned off and the pillow is turned off, and I know the feeling of sleeping alone.
Every inch of the soft intestine is filled with pink tears. If you look closely, you can see that they are not Yanghua, but the tears of Li Ren.
Things are different and people are not the same. Everything stops. If you want to speak, you will shed tears first. The flowers shed tears when I feel grateful, and the birds are frightened by the hatred.
The chrysanthemums in bloom will shed tears in the future, and the lonely boat will be linked to the heart of the hometown. Having been a guest for thirty years, I suddenly shed two or three lines of tears.
Congju is flooded with tears of poets, and the battlefield is open. The king is filled with tears, and the concubine is filled with tears.
The knot of Luo Dai has not yet been formed, and the tide on the riverside has calmed down. Covering her tears, she bid farewell to the red phoenix, and held her head sadly toward the white dragon.
Shan Yulang was so surprised that he never looked the same as before. Farewell to Yunshan from now on, my tears wet my clothes.
After a few lines of tears at dusk, a crow crows in the moonlight. Add two lines of tears and send them to my hometown.
A cup of fragrant wine, a lapel of clear tears, and the rain outside the lonely west window. Tears and ink are spilled into a book, which will be sent to relatives thousands of miles away.
Some bamboo shoots have not yet been unearthed, but they already contain tear marks. There are tears to drink from the cup, and the spring leaves the willow tree without branches.
Trying my concubine and your tears, pool water dripping from both places. Pink fragrance and tears fall in front of you. When we meet, we are always speechless.
The green vat is full of temptations, and the pink tears are still hanging down. Before finishing the song, he hid his tears and sang half-heartedly with sadness.
The wind blowing upstairs made pink tears fall. The iron horse is covered with felt, the silver flowers shed tears, and spring enters the city of sorrow.
Overlapping tear stains and brocade characters, the only thing in life is love that is hard to die. There are endless tears of lovesickness and red beans thrown away, and endless spring willows and spring flowers fill the painting building.
You are drunk, but if you don’t see me, the green grass in the door will shed tears in the spring wind. Today I shed a few tears and went up to the south tower of the post alone.
The lonely minister’s tears have run out, and his heartbreak is just a sound. The homeland is three thousand miles away, and I have been in the palace for twenty years.
He Manzi cried out, and tears fell in front of you. But he turned his tears into water, and the water flowed to his side.
Say goodbye to the east wind with tears, and pour wine into the catkins. I don't see the person from last year, and my spring shirt sleeves are wet with tears.
My heart has been broken, my tears are hard to hold back, and I miss the little red building again. Ten years of flowers and bones shed tears in the east wind, and a few bits of snail fragrance and dust on the wall.
The oriole cries like tears, which is the highest flower of wetness. Nowadays, I have old eyes that look at flowers, and I shed tears when I am hurt.
Drunkenly looking at the flowers and flowers, my old eyes are full of tears. When couples say goodbye in Shihao Village, they shed more tears than in the Palace of Eternal Life.
There is no plan to leave, so I immediately shed tears from my soul clothes. Suddenly there was a message outside the sword that Jibei was being collected. When I heard it for the first time, my clothes were filled with tears.
In the snow every year, I often plant plum blossoms to get drunk. I pick up all the plum blossoms without any good intentions, which makes my clothes full of tears. I feel sorry for myself that shedding tears is not an empty person.
Don’t say goodbye to your children, and shed tears like silk ribbons. Don't let your tears dry up, and let your tears flow freely.
When your eyes are dry, you will see your bones, and the world will always be ruthless. Late at night, I suddenly dreamed about my youth. I cried and cried, and my eyes were red with tears.
Li Jin's eyes are still wet with tears, and his horse has not stopped neighing when he returns. I cried a lot when I came back, but I don’t feel sorry for you when things happen.
Don’t dye plain silk red just to praise the color. I have a pair of teardrops, but I know you can’t wear them.
The green hills after the rain are like a conscience washed away by tears. 6. Famous quotes or good words and sentences about intoxication, hurry up
Famous quote: Youth is a kind of continuous intoxication, a fanaticism of reason.
Author: La Rochefoucauld Intoxication gave me a literal imagination, the brokenness of Tao. Intoxication is the loss of form, the temporary disappearance of self.
Just as people pursue rational understanding, in the other direction, whether in emotion, consciousness or experience, the desire for intoxication becomes a strong desire. People even use plants that have an effect on mental states to alter consciousness and experience.
Due to the hedonic nature of contemporary culture, the pursuit of intoxication has become the basic feature and dominant value of pleasure culture.
If the main value of culture in the classical period was the pursuit of conscious life and rational construction, then the pursuit of intoxication and satisfying intoxication has become the panacea created by the alchemists of contemporary culture.
Hotels, dance halls, amusement parks and cinemas, etc., as well as some other gray areas, are legal places where "cultural and entertainment pills" are legitimately sold. Contemporary culture places a high priority on desire and its forms of gratification.
In the practice of intoxication, there are some relatively safe and legal ways. Certain plants only slightly change the sensory experience of daily life. It changes the dull feeling and brings slight excitement. It is not a complete rewriting of sensory experience. The psychoactive effects of these plants are "transparent" and safe.
This is the case with tea, tobacco, and coffee in our culture. Their effects on consciousness are quite mild. People who use these plants or plant products do not change their own time and space coordinates, nor do they change their own time and space strongly. Changes in self-awareness do not hinder daily life and the performance of its responsibilities, but help it. However, the use of other powerful plants has completely changed the user's experience of time and space and self-awareness, causing their souls to drift away from the time and space coordinates and themselves.
And it is this that constitutes the great mysterious temptation: facing the dangerous abyss of intoxication, the complete loss of self-awareness. There are also scholars who understand changes in consciousness as a basic human activity.
Poets and artists are people who create special forms that affect human consciousness and experience, and they make it their business to do so, just like the late Symbolist and Surrealist poets who pursued channelism and the total error of the sense organs. Rail, here, intoxication seems to be a means or approach. This phenomenon even occurs in children's spontaneous behavior. They will spin around until they are dizzy. Of course, there are now various facilities in children's playgrounds to achieve such an extreme experience.
There are many ways to change the state of human consciousness, such as traditional meditation, practice (asceticism), fasting, singing hymns and other mysterious religious experiences. The pursuit of intoxication, the satisfaction of intoxication, and even many One of the hidden motives of religiously obsessed people. Traditional and secular ways such as drinking alcohol and eating strong-flavored food are also ways to satisfy intoxication. Modern extreme sports, watching horror movies or sensory deprivation experiments all have the function of altering the state of consciousness and emotional experience to varying degrees. .
Of course, the intense emotional experience itself has such a function, but it cannot be controlled by the actor, nor can it be experienced repeatedly at will. Therefore, people can only miss the adventure in the monotonous and boring daily life.
Of all these forms of seeking intoxication, the most effective and controversial is the use of various plant intoxicants. Plant narcotics are a metaphorical focus for the justification of human pleasure.
A magical plant that can directly change people's feelings and consciousness. It is both a happy idol in heaven and a demon in hell, a blessing and a curse, a liberating force and a taboo. The experience of intoxication involves some categories and experiences that drugs share with literature, philosophy, and religion: they involve subjectivity in philosophy and law, freedom and dependence, nature and culture, liberation and repression, and many other issues, and intoxication is these A metaphorical focus of the problem.
These plants are a spiritual tool. Primitive religions and witch medicine first used it.
Human beings passionately worship these narcotic plants (ethnobotanists call them plants with "gods in them"), just like the Soma religion in ancient India. According to the "Tuo", Soma is a plant with divine power that can affect people's mental state. People regard it as a mysterious way to the knowledge of God. Intoxication is both a path to the divine and an almost integral element of the human divine experience.
Many narcotic plants can relieve human pain, which is an example of its euphoric characteristics. Some narcotic plants can release inhibitions, stimulate desires, relieve stress, lift taboos, and calm the pain that social life brings to people. negative feelings come. Here we will soon encounter an argument or metaphorical ambiguity.
Marx famously asserted that religion is the opium that narcotizes the people (despite its negative connotation, he could not completely eliminate the comfort function of pain from the rhetoric of drugs). The anarchist Bakunin said that opium dens and taverns were an earthly paradise for the poor.
The contemporary Marxist Marcuse undoubtedly agreed with the liberating effect of narcotic plants in releasing repression in the ideal of sensory revolution and non-repressive society. In this sense, Marcuse disagreed with the two 19th-century The prophet foresaw that intoxication and relief from depression were not only the needs of the poor but also the needs of the rich. A certain sense of intoxication or obsession is common to certain artists, gamblers, heroes, believers, meditators, and mystics.
This intoxicating quality can even be seen in people in moments of extreme pain and joy, in people in prayer. Whether favorable or critical, they viewed the use of narcotic plants as a spiritual tool.
Unfortunately, these plants contain too complex and ambiguous metaphors. Part of the metaphor is being used by those who favor or criticize it.
Intoxication involves these ideological themes: freedom and attachment, pleasure and pain, self and society. The word "intoxicated" has a wide semantic spectrum.
It has been given sometimes completely different colors and meanings by different ideological systems. Derrida said in the article "The Rhetoric of Drugs" that the concept of drugs has an assigned and institutionalized definition: "Whether it is clear or schematic, it contains a history, a culture, customs, values , norms, and a tangled web of discourse, a rhetoric ”
around which are formed not scientific but moral and political value judgments, and in.