Later, because I couldn't find a congenial drinking partner, I felt a little sad after drinking alone. When watching the wine open, it is gentle, charming and clear, but it is a bit lonely and indifferent. Wine always needs a bosom friend, which is a perfect match and warmth. After drinking a glass of iced wine, I accidentally hurt my liver, and I felt sad, very sad. Drinking alone is usually something a determined person does. He has the courage to face the sudden drunken rush, and sometimes he will tear you in half alive, and colorless blood will flow from your eyes. Bite so hot that he has nowhere to hide and nowhere to live.
If there is a confidant, it is not limited to men and women. Take your heart. Three or five small dishes, a pot of old wine, and a cool breeze gently brushed your face, kissed your left cheek and forehead with a teasing tone, lifted your long hair, lifted your white clothes, and played hide-and-seek in your clothes. You just want to get angry at his frivolity and turn around and catch him. He has already disappeared in the depths of Huayin. It also took away the fragrance of wine, spread in the air, intoxicated all living things and drifted all the way. So you laughed, oh, the wind stole the wine and got drunk, so you didn't behave yourself.
Spring flowers bloom around us, swaying like a game, and the blue sky is full of wine and poetry. At this time, there are confidants around, gently chatting about the past, chatting about our past, chatting about dancing in the rising place, and what's more, because of unscrupulous drinking a few cups, all this is so warm, tears are coming out, and nothing is revealed. There is no reason to be as dry as usual. Who said that? Fill up the wine, you come and I go, and the dishes on the plate haven't moved a few mouthfuls. After drinking half a pot of wine, I still feel that it is not enough. If you are drunk, spring breeze and spring flowers will make us drunk, even if you are drunk in the past, it will be over for many years.
Come on, keep drinking. Tell me about that year again. The bosom friend picked up the wine and said you were a fool. Alas, he took another sip before the next article and changed the subject. In those days, the topic of that fool lost its place with a breeze, and several glasses of wine were finished with a smile, but the floodgate of the past was opened, so we drank to the past one after another. The wine spilled from the clink stained the stone table, and the stone texture on the table was as round as splashing ink, with a thin layer. When we are old and our thoughts are so thin, we have subtracted impetuousness, fame and fortune, vanity and delusion. The thin heart is always drunk with time, and the drunken eyes are hazy in the distant mountains, like yesterday's youth.
Sit down, and like-minded friends, slowly taste a pot of old wine and live in the old wine.
Walking in the years, people are more and more lonely, wider and sparsely populated, with too many leisure days and too many ordinary endless hours. Slowly, I will find that I need a pot of old wine to warm the years, remember the past, adjust my life and release myself easily. You need a slightly tipsy look to crawl into your heart and hide in the wine without asking the world of mortals. Finally, it turns out that it is not men and women who love each other. It is not enough for them to hate each other when they are strong, but they are thousands of miles apart when they are weak. Only a pot of old wine is not far. As long as you look for it, he will wait for you in the depths of time, not far from it. Tea is solid and shallow, but it doesn't let people unload their tired strength, nor does it have props that make people pretend to be crazy and laugh. People can't let their temper overflow a little life, strengthen a little courage that they don't usually have, and drink tea in a clean and civilized way. It's just a happy and leisurely drink, which happens to be a little popular.
Why not ask a scholar who doesn't drink? Gao Shi asked master? If you are drunk, you will be far from home at dusk. No one is drunk until the wine is exhausted. Seeing the dusk arrival, it's getting late, but it's still a long way home. The poet is in the ambivalence of going back, and keeps asking himself whether he can come back. Peace of mind is peace of mind. What is the importance of not coming back?
Cen Can asked? The old man, who is 70 years old, is still selling wine, putting thousands of flagons and jars in his flower mouth. Elm pods on the roadside are still like money. Will you pick them to sell wine? I think I'm really drunk. It's cute and childish to ask. The 70-year-old urchin was drunk and looked at the elm pods on the roadside like coins, so he asked passers-by if it was okay to pick them as wine.
Wang Han asked? Don't laugh when you are drunk on the battlefield. How many people fought in ancient times? William Wang's problem is tragic and desolate, and the general idea is to have a happy life.
Bai Juyi asked? There is red stirring in the quiet stove, new wine baked by green ants, and there is a feeling of snow in the evening outside. How about a glass of wine inside? ? The poet is asking a friend, the fire is booming, but it is snowing outside. Can I have a drink? In fact, wine has entered the heart in the mouth, and in the dream, it warms life.
Li Bai asked? A gust of wind blew and the catkins were fragrant. Wu Ji suppressed the wine and advised the guests to enjoy it. ..... Oh, ask this river flowing eastward, whether it can go further than the love of friends! ? Li Bai's question about wine has the depth of a scholar. As soon as the topic turned to running water, he was speechless. Li Bai asked about the old wine in Lanling wine garden and asked about wine all his life.
What I love about modern literati is the words of Mr. Yu Dafu. I once flogged a famous horse because I was drunk, and I was afraid of being tired of beauty. ? Ma Shang, a drunken whip, can do it. How can a beautiful woman be afraid? The unfortunate life of a beautiful woman is the masterpiece of an affectionate person.
My favorite beauty, Cai Qin, I always read and reread her articles. In her Two or Three Sad Things, she wrote that when she learned the news of Yang Dechang's death, she drank a lot and cried all night. I cried and told my friend that if I knew he would leave this world so early, I should let him go early and let him pursue a happy life. Cai Qin this silly woman is so kind, or wine makes her so gentle, Yang Dechang gave her ten years of asexual marriage and constant demands, a pot of wine, she kneaded three thousand hearts. Later, when Cai Qin came to her senses, she stopped making any comments on Yang Dechang's past. We saw her hard shell erect a wall and wander alone in the thorny entertainment circle. Never see her drunk again, holding the phone and crying at her best friend. Yang Dechang, Yang Dechang?
Wine, it is good to be true, that is enough to make the heart live, otherwise where can the pain in the heart and the truth in the heart snuggle together? When you say this when you are awake, your friends will scold you. Why are you so stupid and mean? It's really irritating. But I'm drunk, just drunk, and the rest can be ignored.
When Li Shutong was determined to become a monk, his wife Wan Shui Qian Shan found him, but Li Shutong disappeared and his wife begged. Li Shutong rowed the boat in the cool breeze, said a few words, and sent his wife away without giving an explanation. Don't look for her again. There is no Li Shutong in the world, only Master Hongyi. The wife cried badly, and looked back at the man she had loved for many years step by step, still not understanding him. Looking for a drunken woman in a pub, who hasn't touched alcohol for half her life, seems to be desolate to the extreme, so there is no explanation and nothing to say about sadness. Asking for drunkenness will make my heart ache quickly, and then I will face my life without him in the future. The woman didn't cry, but glass after glass of wine was sent into her stomach. When Feng Zikai sent her back, she said that there was compassion in the wine, which calmed a broken heart and made her feel a little relieved and less painful. The merits and demerits of the wine were infinitely better than those of the master who recited Buddha for thousands of times.
Li Shutong is heartless. He decided the overall situation unilaterally for his so-called knowledge. His wife is poor. She has worked hard all her life, and the warmth in her husband's account and the effort to give birth to a child have not kept a person who is determined to leave. And wine is merciful, he is more merciful than Buddha, and he understands women's inner pain.
I love drinking, but I don't remember when I learned it. Going back, I should have tasted it when I was fifteen, because I didn't know what wine was. Wine didn't understand me, two students were tortured, and everyone disliked him. I hate his extremes, and he alienates me from my frivolous abuse. After time's tempering, it's already a westerly evening scene after Qian Fan's exhaustion. One more cup for the moon and friends, and the heart will begin to taste like mountains and rivers. Wine knows I'm mature, I'm old enough to kiss and fall in love with him. I don't hate each other.
After falling in love, one person drinks alone, two people drink, three or more people drink, and a dozen people drink. There are joys and sorrows. I can't let go of my inner pain. I sat on the steps, drinking alone with a kettle, tears streaming down the steps, lying alone on the steps, looking at the sky and the moon, telling my frustration and frustration. It became a mantle of wine, and the wine taught me a painful lesson. I was tortured to death, but my heart was relieved. I have to be so drunk once in my life before I know that life is full of flavor.
There is a picture hanging in the hot pot restaurant where I often go. It is two old people, wearing long gowns and eating hot pot relatively. I always feel that something is missing and something is wrong, but I can't tell you the exact sense of incompleteness. I was so drunk that day that I couldn't even stand in front of the painting. I suddenly realized in my drunkenness and shouted, ao ao, I have seen it countless times and thought about it countless times. Today, I learned that there is no Gankun in this painting, but wine. Such a good food, such a good food, such a good mood, such a good mood, how can there be no wine? What's that smell? Eating grass is nothing but grass. People who don't drink are herbivores.
Think about it, he came and you happened to be there. I met you in the torrent of time, yes, I was looking for you. Pick up the glass and say nothing, just drink. But you know, and he knows. Qian Fan is dead. There you are. He's here. He came after all. Don't ask the world, don't ask the thorns and disappointments we have experienced. At this moment, we only drink. In wine, meet a beauty, a confidant, a saint, a wise man, a hermit, and an ordinary person. Meet yourself.
I said so much and wrote so much, but I didn't write all my favorite wines. The sorrow in wine is not written with a pen, but with wine. Then why bother? Who will pay for the delay? Come on, let's have a drink. I gave a banquet in the countryside, by the river and deep in Liu Yin. I just use my feelings as my partner and treat you as a beauty. If you don't get drunk, you won't return. If you drink 3,000 yuan, you won't complain about leaving a wound, or if you walk with a glass of sanhua, you will get drunk, and the wine will be slightly drunk. The guests haven't arrived, so let me drink wine with a cup and listen to the breeze and bamboo sound all over the mountain waiting for you?
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