Poetry about drinking in the middle of the night 1. Poems about drinking in the middle of the night

1, fairy, water, holding wine.

Song Dynasty: Zhang Xian

Holding a goblet and listening to the sound of "water adjustment", I was drunk at noon, but I didn't wake up although I was awake and worried. Send away spring, when will spring come back?

Near dusk mirror, sad past years, past and future empty.

On the beach, on the poultry pond, the clouds break the moon.

Heavy curtains cover the lights, the wind has not stopped, the sound is very quiet, and falling flowers cover the garden path.

Translation:

Holding a glass in my hand, listening to the sound of "the tune of water", I woke up at noon, and my alcohol was gone, but my sorrow was not diminished. Send away spring, when will spring come back?

Looking in the mirror near dusk, I feel sad about the past years. The emptiness of the past makes people think deeply about the future.

After dark, Yuanyang sleeps by the pool, and flowers dance with beautiful images in the moonlight.

Heavy curtains tightly cover the lights. The wind has not stopped, and the voice is still. Tomorrow, falling flowers will cover the garden path.

2. Qujiang wine

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

Outside the courtyard, Jiangtou couldn't sit still, and the water mirror palace turned slightly.

Peach blossoms fall, and yellow birds fly with Bai Niao.

If you indulge in drinking for a long time, you will be abandoned, and laziness will go against the world.

The official feelings are even more alienated, and the boss's injury has not yet brushed his clothes.

Translation:

I don't want to go back yet. I just want to keep a flowing river and this royal garden abandoned by the war.

Peach blossoms and poplars fall gently with the wind, and several Bai Niao fly together from time to time among the yellow birds.

Drinking all day long, willing to be rejected, but lazy to participate in North Korea, is really an enemy of the world.

Just because the micro-official was tied up and couldn't get away, the boss was sad, but he was helpless and didn't brush his clothes away.

3, except in the evening, give a little chapter to the wine.

Song Dynasty: Chen Shidao

At the end of the year, the guests in front of the lamp are not empty.

In the troubled half life, there is nothing in the dream.

Short worry is white, bad face is red with wine.

I sing and dance, so do I.

Translation:

A year will pass, where will this body be nailed? The guests under the lamp have not failed in their career ideals.

Spending the first half of my life in worry is like a dream in reality and fantasy.

Sorrow and worry make hair short and white, and gaunt face turns red with alcohol.

I sing, you dance, and we are poor and in roughly the same situation.

4, Bodhisattva Xia, new cold wine knocks on the window rain

Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde

In the new cold, wine knocks on the window and rains, and the fragrance lingers in autumn.

The only way is not to hurt the spirit, the blue is wet.

Bored lying alone, fingers are too light.

Remember the other one, Taohua and Liuwansi.

Translation:

It was raining in Mao Mao in the warm and cold weather, and the lingering fragrance after drunkenness seemed to imitate the sad mood in autumn.

Sure enough, I miss people far away, and even tears have wet my blue shirt.

Acacia is beyond words. Sleeping alone makes me feel more bored.

Blink of an eye, the good times are gone forever. I still remember the picture of thousands of peaches and willows when I left you. How nostalgic and melancholy all this is.

5, after the rain, with dry reputation, Wei Qing bought hops for dinner.

Song Dynasty: Ye Mengde

The fallen flowers have danced before the style, and the yellow rain has been sent.

Half of Xiaolai's courtyard is red. Only the hair is so weak that the sky is clear, Wan Li.

Yin joined hands with him and drank a glass of wine.

Beauty doesn't have to be frowned upon. I am also sentimental and helpless.

Translation:

Falling flowers have been dancing in the wind, and it is raining at dusk.

In the early morning, half the yard was covered with residual red, and only spider silk was several thousands of feet long, floating and winding in the noble sky.

I warmly invited them to swim under the flowers, and frequently urged them to drink to enjoy this last spring.

Beauty, please don't frown In the spring, the wine stopped and people dispersed. I was sentimental and didn't know how to get rid of my troubles.

2. Midnight drinking poems

1, Fairy Mink listened to songs with wine several times: Zhang Xian Mink listened to songs with wine several times and was drunk at noon.

Send away spring, when will spring come back? Near dusk mirror, sad past years, past and future empty. On the beach, on the poultry pond, the clouds break the moon.

Heavy curtains cover the lights, the wind has not stopped, the sound is very quiet, and falling flowers cover the garden path. Holding a glass in my hand and listening to the sound of mink, I was drunk at noon, but my worries did not decrease.

Send away spring, when will spring come back? Looking in the mirror near dusk, I feel sad about the past years. The emptiness of the past makes people think deeply about the future. After dark, Yuanyang sleeps by the pool, and flowers dance with beautiful images in the moonlight.

Heavy curtains tightly cover the lights. The wind has not stopped, and the voice is still. Tomorrow, falling flowers will cover the garden path. 2. Qujiang wine in the Tang Dynasty: the river head outside Du Fu's courtyard could not sit still, and the water mirror palace turned slightly.

Peach blossoms fall, and yellow birds fly with Bai Niao. If you indulge in drinking for a long time, you will be abandoned, and laziness will go against the world.

The official feelings are even more alienated, and the boss's injury has not yet brushed his clothes. I don't want to go back yet, I just want to protect a river, this royal garden abandoned by war.

Peach blossoms and poplars fall gently with the wind, and several Bai Niao fly together from time to time among the yellow birds. Drinking all day long, willing to be rejected, but lazy to participate in North Korea, is really an enemy of the world.

Just because the micro-official was tied up and couldn't get away, the boss was sad, but he was helpless and didn't brush his clothes away. 3. In addition to the night, give Jiusong a small chapter: Chen Shidao's body is entrusted to the end of the year, and the guests in front of the lamp are not empty.

In the troubled half life, there is nothing in the dream. Short worry is white, bad face is red with wine.

I sing and dance, so do I. A year will pass, where will this body be nailed? The guests under the lamp have not failed in their career ideals.

Spending the first half of my life in worry is like a dream in reality and fantasy. Sorrow and worry make hair short and white, and gaunt face turns red with alcohol.

I sing, you dance, and we are poor and in roughly the same situation. 4, Bodhisattva Man, the new cold wine knocks on the window and the rain is clear: Nalan Xingde's new cold wine knocks on the window and the rain, and the fragrance is fine and autumn.

The only way is not to hurt the spirit, the blue is wet. Bored lying alone, fingers are too light.

Remember the other one, Taohua and Liuwansi. It is raining lightly in the warm and cold weather, and the lingering fragrance after drunkenness seems to imitate the sad mood of autumn.

Sure enough, I miss people far away, and even tears have wet my blue shirt. Acacia is beyond words. Sleeping alone makes me feel more bored.

Blink of an eye, the good times are gone forever. I still remember the picture of thousands of peaches and willows when I left you. How nostalgic and melancholy all this is. 5. After the rain, it's a song with a dry reputation and a clear mind to buy wine for flowers: Ye Mengde has danced before and sent yellow rain.

Half of Xiaolai's courtyard is red. Only the hair is so weak that the sky is clear, Wan Li.

Yin joined hands with him and drank a glass of wine. Beauty doesn't have to be frowned upon.

I am also sentimental and helpless. Falling flowers have been dancing in the wind, and it is raining at dusk.

In the early morning, half the yard was covered with residual red, and only spider silk was several thousands of feet long, floating and winding in the noble sky. I warmly invited them to swim under the flowers, and frequently urged them to drink to enjoy this last spring.

Beauty, please don't frown In the spring, the wine stopped and people dispersed. I was sentimental and didn't know how to get rid of my troubles.

3. Ancient drinking poems

Ancient poems about drinking:

1, interacting with you in the mountains.

Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

The two of us drank cup after cup in the blooming flowers on the mountain.

I want to sleep when I am drunk. You can leave yourself. If not, take the violin in the morning.

Translation:

The two of us were drinking in the blooming mountain flowers, and the smell of wine was very strong. One cup after another, we were really happy.

I am drunk and want to sleep. You can leave by yourself. If you haven't finished, come back with your piano in your arms tomorrow morning.

2. Linjiang Fairy drinks Dongpo to sober up at night.

Song Dynasty: Su Shi

I drank Dongpo in the evening and woke up drunk. It seemed like midnight when I came back. The child is short of breath. You shouldn't even knock on the door, but lean on your cane and listen to the sound of the river.

The dragon hates that this body is not mine, so forget the camp. The night was calm and the lines were flat. Since then, this ship has passed away, and Jiang Hai spent the rest of his life.

Translation:

Drink in Dongpo at night, get drunk and sober up. When I came back, it seemed to be midnight. The child snores like thunder, don't call the door repeatedly. I had to stand by the river on crutches and listen to the sound of the river running.

Long hate in official career, this body is not my own. When can I forget the pursuit of fame? It's quiet at night and the waves are quiet. I really want to take a boat and disappear from here, but I will die in foggy rivers and lakes for the rest of my life.

Give my friend Liu a piece of advice.

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

There is a glimmer of green in the old bottle and a hint of red in the quiet stove.

With dusk and snow coming, how about a glass of wine?

Translation:

Made light green rice wine and burned a small stove.

It's getting late and it's snowing harder and harder. Can I have a cup of hot wine in my humble abode?

Farewell on the 4th and 9th.

Tang Dynasty: Wang Zhihuan

It's rare for an old friend to be bleak in Jiyuan, so where can I climb and send it back?

At present, I will share Fang Ju wine with you today, but I should have a rest in the Ming Dynasty.

Translation:

There are few acquaintances in this windy place. Where can I find a place to climb, look into the distance and say goodbye to my friends?

Today, we can get together and drink the fragrant chrysanthemum wine. Tomorrow, we will leave like a broken canopy.

5. Topic Yuan's other career/encounter with the master's garden

Tang Dynasty: He Zhangzhi

I haven't met the owner of the villa. I'm here to sit and enjoy the forest and the rocks.

Master, don't worry about buying wine, bulging pockets and lack of drinks.

Translation:

I have never met the owner of the villa, and occasionally come to enjoy the trees and the stone springs.

Master, don't worry about buying wine, your pockets are bulging, and you don't need money to drink.

4. Ancient drinking poems

Building a house is human, and there are no horses and chariots.

Ask what you can do, your heart is far from self-prejudice. Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.

The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back. That makes sense. I forgot what I wanted to say.

Tao Yuanming (365-427) was born in Chaisang, Xunyang. Shi Tao played down Qingyuan's pen and wrote about rural life and street scenery, which opened up a new realm for poetry.

There are twenty-two poems in Drinking, and this is the third poem. There was a small preface before, indicating that all the works were drunk, not written at the moment, and there was no internal connection. They are prosperous and independent.

This song mainly shows the interest of seclusion. After work, drunk as a fiddler, under the background of sunset glow, under the cover of Shan Lan, under the hedge of picking chrysanthemums, overlooking Nanshan, how profound it is at this time! One of the characteristics of Tao poetry is simplicity, and emotion and meaning are integrated and inseparable. He often uses words such as "forgetting words" and "forgetting" to block the exploration and revelation of rational laws, which may be a manifestation of poetry returning to nature.

In the early spring, the rain was crisp in the streets of Tang and Han Tian Yu, but the grass was far and near. This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.

Note 18 members: refers to. Zhang used to be Minister of Water Resources, ranking 18.

Tianjie: the street in Beijing. Moisturize as crisp: describe the moist as frost in the drizzle in early spring.

Most importantly, it is definitely better to talk about the benefits of spring at this time than when the willows are in full bloom. Imperial capital, the capital.

When I realized this, I wrote down the different scenes of early spring and prosperous spring. More importantly, to experience and understand spring, you don't have to wait until "the misty willows are full of imperial city", but you should be good at understanding it, understanding it and grasping it when "the grass color is far away".

It is said that the "grass color" in early spring is difficult to be nearsighted from a distance, which contains the universal laws of many things in the world. Some things seem to exist vaguely, but once they are called to see the details, they are not clear.

Yes or no? Everything is in the eyes and knowledge of the viewer. Look at the social situation, it's not like this.

Seven wonders, early spring literature/stone steps looking for golden flowers, gorgeous and lush, singing in the white fog of spring. I picked the green curtains and looked up. When hunting, Wang Weifeng bowed and the general hunted Weicheng.

The grass is yellow in autumn, and the eagle eye is sharper; When the ice and snow melt, the horseshoe is extraordinarily brisk. It has passed Xinfeng City in a blink of an eye and soon returned to sunny Liu Ying.

Looking back at the eagle wilderness, thousands of twilight clouds spread to the horizon. The arrow on the horn bow shot out, and the string sound roared with the strong wind! The general's hunting horse galloped in the sunny suburbs of the Acropolis.

Withered weeds can't cover the sharp and agile eagle eye, the snow melts, and the galloping hooves are more like the wind chasing leaves. In a blink of an eye, the hunting horse passed through Xinfeng City, and when it was stationed in the horse, the Xiliu camp had arrived.

Looking back, where the eagle was shot down, the vast land, dusk clouds shrouded vilen in silence. Horn bow: a hard bow decorated with animal horns Weicheng: ancient Xianyang Xinfeng City: present-day Liuying in the northeast of Lintong County, Shaanxi Province: Muyunping in Chang 'an County, Shaanxi Province: In the evening, the clouds and the ground are connected into a whole poem, half of which is about hunting, half of which is about returning from hunting, rising, making proud knots, two links and one airflow, which can be reflected before and after.

There are three place names hidden in the poem, which makes people feel unconscious, the allusions are empty and the scenery is expressive, so that three or four sentences are both very physical and beyond words, which is the beauty of syntax. Dry, tired, sick, light, sudden death and return, the choice of words and words is precisely tempered, and both salty and salty can be taken into account. This is the beauty of calligraphy.

All these techniques well express the emotions and lofty sentiments of the angry people in the poem. Therefore, this poem fully deserves the reputation of a masterpiece in the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

The whole poem shows the general's heroic spirit when shooting, such as the dream of Li Qingzhao's era: Song author's biography: Li Qingzhao (1084- 1 155? )No. Yi 'an Jushi, a native of Zhangqiu County, Jinan. Father Li was a famous scholar and essayist in the Northern Song Dynasty.

Husband Zhao Mingcheng, Prime Minister Zi He. She was an outstanding poetess in ancient China.

He wrote seventeen volumes of Anji, Yi Lee, and one volume of Yu Shuci (there are five volumes), which are not circulated. Today, there is a note by Li Qingzhao, edited by Li Qingzhao.

Content: Always remember the sunset in Xiting ①, and Shen Zui didn't know the way home ②. When I was happy, I returned to the boat late and strayed into the depths of the flowers.

Fight for crossing, fight for crossing (3), open gull heron pool. Note: ① Xiting: a pavilion near the water.

2 Shen: Same as Shen. 3 Controversy: Same as "How".

I often remember going out to visit the Xige Pavilion, playing until dark, deeply intoxicated, and forgetting to go home. I played until I was exhausted and returned to the boat, but I was lost in the depths of the lotus.

Everyone rowed and boats rowed, which startled the seagulls all over the beach. Appreciation: This is a poem recalling the past.

A few words seem to pop up at random, but in fact they are as precious as gold, and every sentence contains profound meaning. The first two sentences, write intoxicated and excited mood.

Then write "Xing Jin" and go home, "straying into the depths of the lotus pond", which is even more fascinating. The last sentence, innocence, endless.

The phrase "Chang Ji" is plain, natural and harmonious, which naturally leads readers to the realm of words she created. "Long Ji" clearly stated that the location was "Xiting" and the time was "Sunset". After the party, the author was too drunk to recognize the way back.

The word "intoxicated" expresses the author's inner joy, and "I don't know the way home" also conveys the author's lingering feelings with twists and turns. It seems that this is a very pleasant trip and left a deep impression on the author. Sure enough, the next sentence "Xing Jin" took this interest to a higher level. Only after Xing Jin returned to the ship, what about Xing Jin? It just means that you are interested and don't want to go back to the boat.

The sentence of "going astray" is fluent and natural, and there is no trace of axe chisel. It echoes the previous sentence of "I don't know the way back" and shows the hero's forgetfulness. There is a boat swaying among the blooming lotus flowers, and there are young talented women on board. Such beautiful scenery suddenly rises and falls, and it is ready to come out.

Two "struggles" in a row express the anxiety of the protagonist who is eager to find a way out from the lost road. It is precisely because of the "struggle for crossing" that "a beach of gulls and herons was awakened" and all the waterfowl parked on the island were scared away.

At this point, the words came to an abrupt end, and the words were not exhausted, which was intriguing. The words in this poem are concise, only a few fragments are selected, and the touching scenery and the author's happy mood are combined to write the author's good mood when he was young, which makes people want to go boating with her and indulge in it.

The so-called "juvenile love".

5. A sad poem about drinking alone

1, there is wine today, drunk today, and worried tomorrow. Send [Don] Luo Yin.

If you have wine today, you will be as drunk as a fiddler. If you have worries tomorrow, you will worry tomorrow.

2. But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with swords, it is even more sad to raise a glass. "Xuanzhou Xie Lou Farewell School Book Shu Yun" [Tang] Li Bai

Draw a knife and cut off the water flow, the water wave will flow more smoothly, raise a glass to eliminate the sorrow, and the sorrow will be stronger.

I drink a pot of wine from the flowers alone. No one is with me. Drinking the bright moon [Tang] Li Bai alone

Put a pot of wine among the flowers and pour it yourself. No friends or relatives.

The sober people and sages in ancient times have been forgotten, and only great drinkers can be immortalized. "If you want to drink, you won't see a gentleman" [Tang] Li Bai

Since ancient times, sages have been deserted and lonely, and only those who can drink can leave a good reputation.

5, three cups and two glasses of wine, how to beat him, come late! Slow Voice [Song] Li Qingzhao

How to resist the cold wind in the morning after drinking three or two glasses of light wine?

6, last night, the wind and rain suddenly started, and there was no need for residual wine for a deep sleep. "Like a dream, it rained last night and the wind blew suddenly" [Song] Li Qingzhao

Although it rained thinly last night, the wind kept blowing. I slept soundly all night, but I still felt a little drunk after waking up.

7, wine into sorrow, into acacia tears. Su Mu people are nostalgic [Song] Fan Zhongyan

Only by pouring bitter wine into your heart often can you turn it into acacia tears.

8. A glass of turbid wine went home to Wan Li and didn't come back. Fisherman's Pride [Song] Fan Zhongyan

Drink a cup of old wine, miss my hometown thousands of miles away, and Ran Yan has not yet carved the achievements of Pinghu, so his return is unpredictable.

9. I often think of the sunset in Xiting and don't know how to get home. "Like a dream, always remember the sunset in the pavilion" [Song] Li Qingzhao

I remember once drinking in Xiting until dusk, so drunk that I couldn't find my way home.

10, before the night light, one person sings and drinks, and one person sings and laughs. "Man Jiang Li Hongwu Wu Ming" [Song] Zhang Biao

Singing, drinking, pondering and laughing alone in front of candlelight at night.