Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.

The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.

I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring.

Said by: Tang Li Bai, the first song of "Four Moons to Drink Alone".

Put a pot of wine among the flowers and pour it yourself. No friends or relatives. Till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon into three people before the picture. Of course, Yue Ming won't drink. Her figure follows me. I had to form a wine companion with them for the time being. If I want to enjoy myself, I must seize the beautiful spring scenery.

2, I am a humble room, but I am virtuous.

The moss on the stage is green, and the curtain grass is green.

There is no Ding Bai who laughs and has a university.

You can tune the pipa and read Jin Dian.

From: Tang Yuxi's Humble Room Inscription.

This is a humble house, but the people who live in it are all very good, so they don't feel humble. The moss marks on the steps are green in color and lush in grass, which are reflected in the curtains. All the people who come here to talk and laugh are knowledgeable scholars, and there are no people with shallow knowledge. You can play the unpretentious guqin and read Buddhist scriptures.

3, a glimpse of food, a ladle of drinks, in the mean lane, people can't bear to worry, and they will not change their fun when they go back.

From: The Analects of Confucius Spring and Autumn Yongye.

A bowl of rice, a ladle of water, living in a humble alley, others can't stand this kind of poverty, but Yan Hui doesn't change his interest in learning.

4, a boat, a silk hook.

Sing a song, drink a bottle of wine, and catch a river alone.

From: The Qing issue of Wang Shizhen's "The Single Fishing Map of Qiu Jiang".

Sitting on the boat, wearing a hat and a hemp fiber, the fishing line is one foot long and the hook is one inch long. Sing a fishing song loudly, drink a bottle of wine, and fish on the river alone this autumn.

5, a bottle of life and death, everything is difficult to judge.

When I was drunk, I lost my mind and plunged into my pillow.

I don't know myself, where can I find this kind of happiness?

From: Tang Libai's Four Moons Alone (Part III).

There is no difference between natural life and death in a glass, and everything in the world is inconclusive at all. Lost the world after drunkenness, plunged into the solitary pillow. I didn't know I had myself when I was intoxicated. Where can I find this kind of happiness?