Ju Qi song of the ancients

A pot of wine among flowers, drinking alone, no blind date.

Propose a toast to Mingyue, and make three people.

Since the moon does not know how to drink, the shadow follows me.

Temporary companion moon will shadow, xingle must reach spring.

I sing the moon, I dance the shadow.

When you wake up, you make friends with each other. When you get drunk, you disperse.

Forever knot ruthless travel, phase period Miao Yunhan.

A pot of wine in Huajian

If heaven does not love wine, wine star is not in heaven.

If the earth does not love wine, there should be no wine spring.

Heaven and earth love wine, and wine is worthy of heaven.

He has heard that he is a sage in the Qing Dynasty and a sage in the restoration.

When the sage has drunk, why ask for immortals.

Three cups lead to the road, one fight is natural.

But get wine in interest, do not wake up to pass.

A pot of wine in Huajian

The city of Xianyang in March has a thousand flowers and a bright day.

Who can only worry about spring, this path must drink.

Poor and short, nature has long been inherent.

A bottle of life and death is hard to judge.

Drunk lost heaven and earth, Wu ran on the pillow.

I don't know who I am. This is the most enjoyable.

The poor must serve, the good wine 300 cups.

More sorrow than wine, but less wine.

So know wine saint, wine heart from open.

I lie in the head of the sun, often empty hungry Yan Hui.

Today, we are not happy to drink, but we are happy to use our false name.

The crab claw is the golden liquid, and the Chaqiu is Penglai.

And must drink good wine, ride the moon drunk high platform.

A pot of wine in Huajian