Write a composition about drinking stories.

1. Write the fifth story about drinking wine. Rewrite the word 150 as follows:

Drink wine/alcohol

When the first ray of sunshine fell on the screen window in the morning, I was already in my yard and began to enjoy the day. I sweep the floor, feed the livestock, pick vegetables and water the flowers. After work, I leaned back on the couch to enjoy the scenery in the distance. Outside the door, there were already cars and horses, and people were buzzing. Ignore those noisy voices, because my heart has drifted to the distant horizon with the white clouds in the sky. The feeling of comfort and ease slowly flowed through my whole body. Blue sky and clouds with different shapes. For a moment, I seemed to be in it. With the leisurely breeze floating around, birds are flying on one side and soft clouds on the other, which is like a dream.

Someone once asked me why I can be so free and easy. I think it's because my mind has chosen to avoid worldly things, and it will naturally be quiet and far away. This is the same as the principle of "being calm and naturally cool". If my heart is fettered, confused and entangled by the world all day, how can I feel that carefree feeling with a calm mood?

Looking at the blooming chrysanthemums in the garden, tasting the homemade chrysanthemum wine and smelling the faint fragrance floating in the wind, the body and mind are integrated as if immersed in a world of chrysanthemum fragrance. Yellow flowers bloom in the bright sunshine, sometimes dancing with the wind, sometimes quiet and carefree, which makes me like it more and more. As one of the four gentlemen of "Mei Zhu Lan Ju", chrysanthemum is so elegant and pure, which is why I like chrysanthemum.

I don't know how long it took, but when the sunset shone on me, I suddenly realized that it was dusk and the smoke was curling up. The rosy clouds in the distance are the same color as the sky, and they are painted in different meticulous paintings. Flocks of birds bathed in colorful light returned to the embrace of distant mountains, and I was already intoxicated with joy. ...

2. Write a composition according to the process of drinking. Drinking the first ray of sunshine in the morning and falling on the screen window, I have already begun to enjoy my day in the yard. Sweep the floor, feed the animals, pick vegetables and water the flowers. When I reclined on the couch after work to enjoy the distant scenery, it was already full of cars and horses outside and people were buzzing. Ignore the noise.

Living on the earth, there is no noise of horses and chariots. You ask me how this happened. My heart is pure and my land is still.

Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely, the distant Nanshan reflects people's eyes. The mountains are dense, the sun is setting, the scenery in the evening is really good, and there are birds, which come together.

How many tastes to express, to explain, but forget the language. People living in the world must always find the value of life, otherwise they will be in anxiety and anxiety.

And society always has a set of accepted values, which most people take as the basis of their lives. In the era of Tao Yuanming, power, status and reputation were the main values.

However, through his own experience, Tao Yuanming has deeply understood that in order to get all this, he must try his best to gain a foothold, strive for it, put on airs, brag and flatter, and be sexual and indispensable. There is no dignity here.

Since he is willing to retire from the officialdom, he must deny the socially recognized value scale and find a new explanation for his life.

When I was a child, I was a timid person, afraid to stay at home alone in broad daylight. With the growth of age, although I have made a lot of progress, I am still a little afraid of the dark and I really want to find a chance to practice my courage.

The opportunity has finally come. It was a Friday night. I am watching TV at leisure. My mother told me to go shopping in the supermarket. I thought to myself: this is a good opportunity to exercise my courage, and the money I get can also buy snacks. It's the best of both worlds. So, I rushed out of the door with the money. However, as soon as I got out of the door, I regretted it a little. It was dark everywhere, and the trees on the roadside bared their teeth like monsters, which scared me to look aside. And I walked a path without street lights, so I could only walk a few steps and stop for a few seconds by the faint light in the residential building. In this way, I walked a dozen paces in fear, thinking: as long as I get to the place where there is light, I don't have to be afraid. It was so quiet all around, only hearing my heartbeat, I couldn't help but shrink my neck into my collar, just like a snail hiding in its shell for a sense of security. Suddenly, a white thing appeared in front of me, and I shouted "Ah". Unexpectedly, it was scared away by my voice, and I knew it was a white cat. At this time, I have already broken out in a cold sweat, hoping to leave this "horrible" place quickly. I quickened my pace and finally saw the signboard lights in the supermarket. I ran to the supermarket like a straw. . When I got to the supermarket, I was relieved and went home after shopping. I had to come to that dark path again, and the tense atmosphere hit me again. How can I be so timid? Don't! I want to be brave, I want to overcome my fear! I have to find a way. Then, I remembered the story of "Donald Duck and Mickey Mouse", thinking of their ridiculousness, and skipped forward. ...

Unconsciously, I have arrived at my door. I am both surprised and happy. I walked that path alone, and my heart was full of sweetness. Now, I am not afraid of the dark, because I know that fear comes from the heart. If I want to conquer fear, I must conquer myself.

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Write a short essay with "I see drinking", and I can see the fun of drinking within 250 words.

It is said that friends who really know how to drink don't pay attention to the quality of dishes. A few peanuts, a piece of dried bean curd and a half dish of pickles are all delicious dishes. Take a sip of old wine, close your eyes once, take a chopstick and a side dish and smack the taste. It is meaningful, enjoyable, inexpensive and easy to change. "The pot is full of dry Kun, and the sun and the moon grow drunk." This is a realm where a thousand dollars are hard to buy and a fairy is hard to find. However, the mystery lies in "it is difficult for laymen to talk to knowledgeable people", although people who drink alcohol are often laymen.

One spring at the beginning of last century, several of us were entrusted by the Ministry of Education to compile a liberal arts textbook for colleges and universities. The final work was completed in the guest house of Shanghai Literature and Art Publishing House. Limited to the conditions of that year, the publishing house sent a master to cook three meals a day for us at his own expense. We cooked simple meals, home-cooked dishes, meat and vegetables, and all kinds of soups and dishes. After two or three months of small group life, the days also passed very well. The host never takes a boat and brings his own food every day. He didn't even taste the cooking, didn't take the shoes, and Li didn't get the whole crown. Unfortunately, this spirit of avoiding suspicion is despised by today's officials. Otherwise, a harmonious society will clean up the world, and the sun, moon and stars will shine on Gankun. What is there to fight corruption?

This master, in his forties, is from Ningbo, Zhejiang. He is wearing a blue tunic suit that is neither old nor new. He is quiet and busy. Although claiming to be "old Shanghai", the strong Ningbo accent always reveals secrets. He rides an old bike to work every day, which is called an "old tank" by Shanghainese and an "old car" that Hou Xiangsheng said "the whole car will rattle except the bell doesn't ring". He is the first employee to go to work and the last employee to leave work every day in the college.

Go home for dinner in the morning and evening, and bring your own lunch. A small bottle of white wine, about two ounces, a piece of salted hairtail pickled by myself, fried brown on both sides, plus half a box of lunch. Always, every day.

He finished the task of cooking, arranged Shu Qi, shouted "Teachers, there is a lack of food downstairs" and called us down from upstairs. People in Ningbo read "eat" as "lack", which is very distinctive.

Then, he was alone in the kitchen, sitting on a small bench with his back against the wall, using a square stool as a table, a salted hairtail and a pair of chopsticks, pouting at the bottle mouth and drinking his old wine. That gesture, that look, is what I said above: "Take a sip of old wine and close your eyes once ..." I shook my head, carefree, carefree, enjoying myself and having fun. Businessmen seek profits, officials entertain them, Qin Lou Chu Guan, heaven and earth, not necessarily as relaxed and complacent as he is. Selfless in heart, sleepless at night, can you do it?

The traditional literati in China have always despised the officialdom and boasted of being lofty and first-class. Boyi, Jiezi, Ruan Ji, Ji Kang, Wang Ji, Cui Sheng, Robin, Lu Yu, etc. As for Mei's wife, He Zi and Si Chu, there are people everywhere. Just like today's literati have no business, they do great things but cherish their lives, and people who are greedy for small profits flood the market.

For that kind of enjoyable, free, clean and clean experience, it is far less than that of chefs, doormen, drivers and pulp sellers. What is the moral bottom line to talk about?

5. Wine Culture Composition: Talking about Drinking [Wine Culture Composition: Talking about Drinking]

Composition on Wine Culture: Talking about Drinking China's "Wine Culture" has a long history. Wine culture composition: talking about drinking. Bai Juyi's "It feels like snow outside at dusk. How about a glass of wine inside?"? ? "Talking about drinking." Until I raised my cup, I asked the moon to bring me my shadow and let the three of us "Li Bai". Talking about drinking. Wang Wei "advised you to have one more glass of wine. There is no reason to go to Yangguan in the west." It's also related to drinking. Drinking has inexhaustible elegance, which makes many people yearn for it. I graduated from normal school ten years ago and was seconded to work in an enterprise office. Sitting opposite me is an old man, surnamed Zhang, who is amiable. Occasionally, he would say, "Go and have a drink!" As a result, an old man and a young man went to the restaurant across the street, ordered several dishes, split a bottle of white wine in two, and went home drunk. We had a good time. It is a pleasure to watch old people drink. It's not called drinking, it's called art. From opening a bottle, pouring wine and raising a glass to tasting, swallowing and losing stomach, the whole process is perfect. He looks so happy. Later, I had a girlfriend and went to find my prospective father-in-law for the first time. Listening to my girlfriend say that there are many drinking rules in her hometown, I can't help but get nervous. The square square table for eating is called the accompanying table. The prospective father-in-law asked me to sit on the table, and I learned to refuse again and again before sitting down. The wine glass is a small cup made of white porcelain. Using a yellow porcelain hip flask to pour wine, a long curved mouth and a thin wine line can ensure that the small glass is full and does not overflow. At first I was a little stiff, drinking and drinking. While drinking with the old man in the office laid the foundation, I disdained small glasses and drank to my heart's content. As a result, I put myself down before the party was over. The prospective father-in-law looked at the style through the wine wind and said that this boy was embarrassed and useful. Later, after many times of "curve saving the country", I managed to settle this matter. The most tiring thing at work is to accompany the leader to drink, which inevitably leads to a sense of restraint, depression and hypocrisy. You have to persuade wine in a new way, and your kind words are endless. Whether you want to drink this cup or not, you have to hold your nose and drink it, because this cup is proposed by the leader, or this cup is for the leader. If you want to show respect for the leader, you must drink it. Drinking should be in a peaceful and natural interpersonal atmosphere, creating an artistic conception that is full of * * * and drizzling. I really drank this realm once. A few years ago, I went to the countryside with a colleague and had dinner at night. We were afraid of drinking too much and said something was wrong. The two of us went to visit one of my female classmates on foot. This female classmate teaches in the town middle school. When she heard that we were coming, she sent me a message saying that she would be a guest. That female classmate and her husband are real people, and they eat and drink a lot. We talked about interesting things about school and work now, and felt very comfortable and relaxed, so we drank too much before we knew it. When we came back, the faint moonlight filled the earth, and we two drunkards helped each other, singing loudly and joking. The troubles in the world have long been forgotten. The quickest and surest way to conquer fear and build self-confidence is to do what you are afraid of until you have a successful experience.

6. How to write Li Bai's drinking composition "Drinking the bright moon alone" (1) is poetic.

Drink with the moon

One [2]

From a pot of wine among the flowers, I drank it alone. No one is with me.

Until I raised my cup, I asked the moon to bring me my shadow and let us become three people.

Alas, the moon cannot drink water, and my shadow follows me blankly; (5).

But there was still a time when I had these friends to cheer me up at the end of spring.

I sang. The moon encourages me to dance. My shadow is rolling in the back.

Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness.

Will goodwill be guaranteed? Levies, I see the long road of the Milky Way levies.

Secondly,

If you don't love wine, the wine star can't go to heaven.

If you don't like wine, you shouldn't have the name Jiuquan.

Since heaven and earth love wine, I am worthy of heaven loving wine.

First, I heard that wine is better than saints, and then I heard that turbidity is better than saints.

Since sages are drinking, why ask for immortals?

Three glasses of wine can lead to Confucianism, and it is natural for Taoism to drink it all in one game.

I'm just drunk for fun, and this smell can't be passed down!

third

In March, Xianyang city ⑾, thousands of flowers are like brocade.

If I am lonely and sad in spring, who can only drink blindly for this beautiful scenery?

Wealth, poverty and longevity are naturally different, and each has its own talent.

There is no difference between natural life and life in a glass, and nothing in the world is conclusive.

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?

Fourth.

Ten million drinks [13] and 300 glasses of wine [13].

Even if the wine is less sad, the wine will not return.

Therefore, I know that a wine saint has a mellow heart and a bright self.

It is said that the millet lies in the first sun [14], and Pei Gong is hungry for Yan Hui.

What's the use of fame if you don't want to drink it in the present age?

Crab pliers are a panacea, and the bad mountain is Penglai.

Have a drink for a while and get drunk on the high platform by moonlight. [3]

According to Li Bai's drinking poems, imagine that you are Li Bai, and write an article in the vernacular there.

7. Composition on Civilized Drinking 800 "My brother said, drink beer and have a good sleep. "

Everyone laughed when they heard it. Brother is so funny, he didn't even know he was drunk, and he said he had a good sleep after drinking beer! When I leave the hotel, when I eat at night, adults drink beer, and my brother and I drink milk! "He picked up half a glass of beer and drank it in one breath. It seems that he likes it very much.

My mother asked him, "Who told you you couldn't have a good sleep after drinking beer?" Eating, eating. "

Mom smiled. Suddenly, my brother picked up grandma's beer next to him? "Brother said seriously," really, I didn't lie to you. Last month, I went to Qingdao just in time for the Oktoberfest. I had two drinks. As soon as I got back to the hotel, I fell asleep and fell into his own cup.

His mother immediately shouted, "Children are not allowed to drink." You are drunk.

8. A short composition about Li Bai's binge drinking One year, winter came and the wind was biting. Li Bai, who lives in Caishiji, often goes to a hotel on the street to buy wine. This shop is run by a rich man named Lu, and people call him boss Lu. Although this boss Lu is kind to people on the surface, he is cruel in his bones! Several bartenders in his family (those guys in the hotel) were tired to the end and he kicked them out. On this day, Li Bai walked into the hotel again. Boss Lu was lying in a chair, twisting his beard and squinting at Li Bai, thinking that the poor poet had left Kyoto for several years and probably spent almost all his money. Remember, when Li Bai first entered the store, he was greeted with a smiling face. His face gets uglier every time. He hinted that the bartender ignored Li Bai, but the bartender poured Li Bai wine enthusiastically: before he left, he poured Li Bai a big pot of wine. This time, nothing can be cheaper than Li Bai! He stood up, strolled to Li Bai's side, and said with implication, "The eaves of the shop are too low and the wine pool is too shallow. I can't stand the big hip flask like Hanlin (Hanlin Academy was set up in the early Tang Dynasty to gather some literary talents to serve the imperial court. )! "Li Bai knows that the money he gave last time was enough to buy several drinks. Now seeing the appearance of boss Lu, I don't want to argue with him, so I took out the last piece of silver from my pocket and threw it on the counter. "Bang!" Boss Lu's eyes were shattered, and his face was covered with dark clouds, showing a smile: "You don't know the bottom of the river, I didn't expect so much money for drinks." He turned to the bartender and said, "Come on, give me your change!" " Li Bai waved his sleeve: "Forget it, don't look for it, come back next time!" " "Boss Lu narrowed his eyes and said," Yes, yes! " "The next evening, Li Bai came again, and the bartender poured him a pot of wine. On the third and fourth days, Li Bai went there once a day. Boss Lu is impatient. He counted the money left by Li Bai, and it will be almost the same in another month. He persuaded the bartender with sweet words and secretly poured water into Li Bai's flagon. Li Bai took a few sips, but he didn't feel strong, but he didn't say anything. He comes back every time. Secretly, he doubled the water. Day after day, Li Bai was as if nothing had happened. Later, boss Lu simply poured a pot of cold water on Li Bai. Thinking it was wine, Li Bai happily returned to the boat, picked up the hip flask and poured it into the cup. When he smelled it, it smelled wrong. Take a sip and spit it out! You can tell at a glance that it is a muddy river. He is very angry and wants to talk to the shopkeeper. On second thought, he didn't talk to such a person! But this is the only hotel in Caishiji area. Begging him for charity is worse! Even in front of the emperor, Li Bai doesn't want to condescend, let alone such a villain attached to the front (money)! In the dead of night, he tossed and turned to sleep restlessly; I want to write some poems, but I can't. Over the years, wine has formed an indissoluble bond with him. After drinking a pot of wine, he temporarily forgot his sorrow; See the foggy world clearly. But now, in this bleak quarry, there is not even the only wine that can relieve him! "100 Poems of Li Bai Drinking", without wine, you can't write a poem. He sighed, listening to the sound of rain falling under the eaves, and his heart was broken. One day, he passed a hut, and an old man with gray temples nodded and smiled at him and warmly invited him to sit in the house. As soon as he entered the door, the old man bowed to Li Bai: "Thank you for saving me." Li Bai stood still, wondering what had happened. The old man complained tearfully: "My name is Ji, and my hometown is Youzhou. That year, my wife and I took our children up the mountain to peel bark. Suddenly, two white-fronted tigers jumped up and ate my wife. My children and I were scared out of our wits. Fortunately, my husband just roamed there and killed two tigers with one arrow, so my father and son survived. " It's nothing. "The old man said," over the years, in order to repay kindness, I have been secretly following you. I can't enter the palace except when you are in Kyoto. From Jinling to Luzhou, from Xuancheng to quarrying, I have been following you, fishing and firewood. " Li Bai's eyes filled with tears when he heard this. He grasped the old man's hand and shook it. He asked kindly, "My child!" The old man casually pointed, "well, help in the hotel. "Li Bai was about to tell the old man that boss Lu used water to make wine. The old man interrupted him, "I have listened to the children." What can't you do to that man? ! "Then he took out a big jar of wine from the room." Come, fairy, please have a good drink! "The old man patted his chest." I'll cover all the drinks you drink in the future! "Li Bai is so happy that he doesn't know what to do. He had been drinking for several days, and suddenly he rushed out. He couldn't wait to take the old man's food, picked up the cup and gulped it down. He drank, drank and got drunk. Squinting his eyes, he stumbled to the "Lian Bi Desk" outside the door and asked someone to take a pen. Knowing that Li Bai's poem was coming, the old man quickly handed in the prepared pen and paper. Li Bai looked at the rolling river. Like a bloody sunset, he picked up a pen and waved it: Tianmen interrupted the opening of the Chu River, and the clear water flowed back here. The green hills on both sides of the strait are opposite, and the sails come alone. The old man stretched out his trembling hand, picked up the wet cursive script, ran back to the hut and respectfully stuck it on the wall. Since then, this ordinary house has always been that everyone wants to come in and look at the poems on the wall. Some copied, some recited, from one story to ten stories. Some people come from afar to appreciate it. Someone asked who wrote it, and the old man always gave a thumbs-up and proudly said to everyone, "It's the handwriting of the poet Li Bai! He drank my wine and wrote such a good poem! " Hearing this, people from all over the world rushed to come here, sat down to drink two cups, tasted this intoxicating wine and appreciated the artistic conception created by the poet ... I don't know from which day, the old man opened a hotel and made wine for Li Bai day and night, and also washed away the dust all the way with the hard work of being a passer-by. From then on, the store number of Taibai Liquor came out. That boss Lu. Business is booming. He is full of unhappiness. In addition, the bartender also went to Taibai Liquor's home, which made his hotel deserted, and fewer and fewer people drank. He blew his beard and glared with anger. After much deliberation, there was nothing he could do. He had to ask his servant to personally visit Li Bai by the river with several big gold ingots and two jars of wine, in order to ask him to write a song for himself.