How to relieve worries, only Du Kang.
As the saying goes: no wine, no poetry!
It is the confidant, a thousand words, in the wine; it is a blessing, drinking with the King, happiness and well-being.
It is both a sustenance for relieving worries and a source of happiness.
A thousand kinds of wind and dust, a thousand kinds of sorrows, a scoop of wine is enough!
I have a scoop of wine to soothe the wind and dust
"Jane LuZhi"
Don Wei Yingwu
Poor snow white song, did not meet the acquaintance.
Under the trepidation of the brigade, wading along the huaihai seashore.
The stream trees contain morning rain, and the mountain birds are still spring.
I have a scoop of wine to soothe the wind and dust.
"I have a scoop of wine to soothe the wind and dust", this poem soothes the hearts of countless toiling people. This sentence is from the poet Wei Yingwu's "Jian Lu Zhi", this landscape pastoral poet, the poetry style is idyllic and lofty, fresh and natural.
However, his life was not as idle and comfortable as imagined, and when he was young in Chang'an, he served as a bodyguard for Tang Xuanzong, entering and leaving the palace, and following Youxing. After encountering the chaos of Anshi and the turmoil of the country, he lived in the official field for decades, and he rubbed his career path, and he had a feeling of depression.
"Poor white snow song, I have not met anyone who knows." Playing elegant songs, it is a pity that you can't meet a confidant who understands the piano and understands affection, since the ancient literati are high and arrogant, mistakenly falling into the dust net, they will always sigh like duckweed, the world is ignorant of themselves.
Life is hard, living in heaven and earth, after all, it is a waste of years and hearts. The trees in the mountain stream are stained with the dew of the early morning rain, and the remnants of spring still smell the song of mountain birds. Although life is not happy, it can get some relief from the natural landscape.
Running in the world, there is no sound, there is no beauty, only a pot of wine, can comfort the fatigue of the brigade, the fatigue of life.
Cao Pi has a poem: "Life is like a mail, what is the worry?" Now I am not happy, the years are like a race. "Why be so sorrowful? Time is like a shuttle, happiness or pain, all are in the same hurry, and there is still a pot of turbid wine, accompanied by the king stepping all over the red dust, or good!
I have a scoop of wine to show my heart
"Send Yellow Several Times"
Song Huang Tingjian
I live in beihai junnanhai, sending geese to pass on the book thank you can not.
Peach and plum spring wind a glass of wine, the night rain of the rivers and lakes ten years of lights.
The family is run but has four vertical walls, and the cure is not three folded.
I want to see the reading head is white, and the ape across the creek cries miasma creek vine.
I live on the northern coast, and you live on the southern coast, and you want to entrust Hongyan to pass on the book, but it can't fly to Hengyang and refuses the letter!
In that year, under the spring breeze, watch the peach and plum competition, drink fine wine and wine together. It has been ten years since the jianghu fell apart, and now I often miss you against the lone lamp and listen to the autumn rain.
You are upright, and you have only four empty walls to support your livelihood, which is so difficult; you govern the country like a good doctor with three folds, two sleeves of fresh wind. Think of you being poor and self-reliant, studying hard, and now your hair is white.
Now they are drifting to zero, alone on the lone lamp, can only drink a glass of wine alone, toast our friendship for a long time!
I have a scoop of wine, and I send you a thousand miles
"Weicheng Song"
Don Wang Wei
Weicheng is light and dusty towards the rain, and the guest house is green and willow-colored.
Persuade the jun to drink a glass of wine, and go out of the west to yang guan without a reason.
The rain had just wet the dust and stopped, as if the heavens were willing to arrange a light and dusty road for those who were traveling far. After the rain, the greenery is brighter and greener.
Holding a cup of Qionglu, who is soaked with reluctance, she bids farewell to her best friend. There are many things to say about the parting, but there are thousands of things, and I don't know where to start for a while. Advise the king to drink a glass of wine, all the diligent wishes, and cling to the wine.
At every intersection of life, there are always friends who come and go, and no intersection will stay forever.
You come, I pick you up. You go, I send you. May the king go on a smooth road and wait for a good reunion all the way!
I have a scoop of wine that drips into my stomach
"Su Mucha Nostalgia"
Song Fan Zhongyun
Blue clouds, yellow leaves.
Autumn colors are continuous, and the waves are cold and smokey.
The mountains reflect the water on the sunny day.
The herbs are merciless, and more outside the oblique sun.
Dark soul, reminiscent of the journey.
Night and night unless, good dreams leave people to sleep.
Mingyue Building rests alone.
The wine enters the intestines and turns into tears of acacia.
White clouds and yellow leaves everywhere. The boundless autumn colors are reflected on the waves of the river covered with cold smoke, and a verdant is draped over this vast cold wave. The distant mountains reflect the sunset, and the blue sky connects with the flowing water. The relentless herbs are in a boundless place where even the afterglow of the setting sun cannot be sprinkled.
Silently missing his hometown is sad, and it is difficult to dispel the haunting worries, and every night unless it is a beautiful dream, he can leave people to sleep. When the moon shines on tall buildings, don't lean on alone. Frequently, bitter wine is poured into the intestines of sorrow and turned into tears of acacia.
Bright Moon tuan tuan, holding the cup alone. The wine is drunk with the relentless herbs and the sorrowful lovesickness. I wanted to borrow wine to pour sorrow, but I thought that sorrow was more sorrowful, and sorrow was more sorrowful.
I have a scoop of wine and see death as if it were a homecoming
"Liangzhou Word Two Songs · Part 1"
Don Wang Han
Grape wine luminous glass, want to drink pipa immediately urge.
Drunkenly lying on the battlefield Jun Mo smiled, how many people did Gu Lai fight back?
At the parting banquet, listening to the cheerful and agitated sound of the pipa, the soldiers were really excited, and you and I were at your disposal. After a bout of bitter drinking, I was slightly drunk.
Maybe someone wants to put a cup, then someone in the seat shouts: Afraid of anything, drunk on the battlefield, even if you are drunk on the battlefield, please don't laugh, "Gulai conquest a few people back", we have already put life and death aside.
Grape wine luminous glass, drinking is open and unrestrained, as if dead. But behind this seemingly bold and open mind is the deep sorrow and disillusionment of the soldiers' hearts.
I have a scoop of wine, and may the king come to my heart
"Short Song Line Two Songs· Part 1"
Han Cao Cao
Sing to wine, life is geometric!
For example, the morning dew, going to the day is more bitter.
It is unforgettable to be worried.
How to relieve worries? Only Du kang.
Qingqing Zizhen, leisurely my heart.
But for the sake of the king, he has been groaning to this day.
Yo yo deer singing, eating wild apples.
I have guests, drummers and trumpeters.
When will it be as clear as the moon?
Sorrow comes from it, and it cannot be broken.
The more strange it is, the more useless it is.
Talk about the curse, and remember the old grace.
Moon stars are rare, and black magpies fly south.
Three turns around the tree, what branches can be relied on?
The mountains are not tired of height, and the sea is not tired of being deep.
Zhou Gong spits and feeds, and the world returns to its heart.
What is life like for wine? The years are fleeting, time is like a shuttle, and in the blink of an eye, half of my life has passed, and when will the four sages I want come to give up.
The song at the banquet was passionate, but the sorrow in my heart was hard to forget. What do you rely on to relieve your depression? Only the lavish drink of Naducan wine.
Bright moon is bright and clean, singing about wine, drinking is thirsty for talents, and competing for world domination. I wish to be like Corporal Zhou Gong, and may the heroes of the world truly submit to me.
Wine is pleasant, broad, sad, straightforward, stylish, lonely, romantic, and so on. There are thousands of tastes in the wine, and when you taste a pot of wine, each person has his own taste.
Among the literati and inkers, there are many people who love to drink and drink well. Singing in the wine, leaving many ancient songs. When the wine enters the intestines, it becomes the most poetic tone of the air.
In a pot of hot wine, the poet adds seven points of pride and three points of tenderness. In the joy of time, or in the vicissitudes, reminisce about the past and explore the past.
And will try new tea with new fire, poetry wine to take advantage of the years.