How many people have you seen who lost their lives because of drinking?

On May 2th, 1994, we held a meeting in a provincial capital city, and the meeting was held formally the next day. Our leader invited us to drink, because it was an order fair, and we were not allowed to drink during the meeting. The team leader said that you can drink more tonight, and you can't drink during the meeting. After drinking for a while, my good friend, who is also a drinking buddy, said that he had a headache. The leader said, then you should go back to the hotel and rest first. He left first. We continued to drink. I went back to my room at ten o'clock in the evening and saw him lying in bed. I asked him, is everything okay? He nodded. I washed and slept. At 6: 3 the next morning, I got up to call him, and he ignored me on his bed. I pushed him and his body was stiff. He died of cerebral hemorrhage in the middle of the night. He was only thirty-four when he died. I often drink with him. Every time I drink, he says he has a headache, and he is very willing to drink. I didn't expect this to end.

a friend of mine, because of business failure, lives at home. At ordinary times, he drinks wine, but he has nothing to do at home and is annoyed. He drinks three meals a day and half a catty of white wine in the morning. I was admitted to the second hospital because of drinking coma, and I drank as usual after discharge. His daughter-in-law could not persuade him, so she told the surrounding shops not to sell him wine. He rode his bike and went to the store outside Ersanli Road to buy wine. Drink to the end, liver cirrhosis, died not long after being hospitalized. He was thirty-nine years old when he died.

We are colleagues in a class in a production workshop. Because of his unhappy marriage, he drank a catty of white wine at home, and a catty of white wine at noon and dinner. Because of poor economic conditions, he drank the cheapest white wine, and there was nothing good in the food. Once, I ate eight quick bean curd and drank a catty of white wine. When I first came to work one morning, I smelled the smell of alcohol on him and asked him if he had drunk for breakfast. He shook his head. I said, what you drank last night still smells of alcohol, which means that your liver has been unable to solve the problem, so you can't drink it in the future. He didn't listen and drank as usual. Later, liver cirrhosis, died in less than a month. He was thirty-four years old when he died.

The eldest son of one of my teachers is a heavy drinker. I can't even do the work of drinking. One year, during the Chinese New Year, the factory gave him 2 yuan in relief, and he bought all the wine to drink. Usually, if he knows whose colleague wants to drink, he will go by himself if others don't invite him. After he goes, he will get drunk after drinking for a short time. His father couldn't control his drinking, so he let his family eat with himself and didn't let him drink while eating. But after dinner, he went to the salesroom to buy wine to drink. After a meal, he drank eight bottles of Erguotou in the salesroom. I broke my leg twice because of drinking. Every time he is hospitalized, his father, who is in his sixties, rides a bicycle to deliver food to him and nurture him. Even so, he couldn't change it until he died of illness in many places because of drinking.

I have three acquaintances who died because of drinking. So I advise everyone: try not to drink. Especially not to drink alcohol.

exchange wine for soul

In 21, one of my colleagues left and died in a car accident.

he is short and chubby with a big round face. He speaks humorously and has two dimples when he smiles, which makes him particularly happy. It is said that people with dimples drink a lot, which needs to be confirmed. But it is true that he is a heavy drinker. 52-degree white wine, two pounds of wine is still safe.

he is a technical model in the factory, and he is kind. Very valued by the boss, the salary is high. There is a wife, a god beast and a three-story small building at home. In the rural factory where poor people gather together, it is a winner in life.

he is a little short and plain. But the rest of his conditions make us all envious. He is always the most active one when colleagues have dinner. He has Brewmaster's weight and a good cook.

I am most afraid of going to his house for dinner. He always persuades the drinkers. I can't drink well, so I fell down after a few drinks.

such a cheerful, enthusiastic and humorous person just left. Let us psychologically unacceptable.

fate and a motorcycle accident. The road home was wide, and he was the only car at that time, so he ran into a tree. Because I didn't wear a helmet, the person who was sent to the hospital was already cold.

that day, he called us to drink with him. Seeing that he was in a bad mood, we had a few drinks with him. But I didn't persuade him to drink. After a few drinks, he spit out the truth himself.

It turned out that his wife cheated on him and he caught her. Being cuckolded is a great shame for men. We don't know how to comfort him, so we have to drink with him. Drinking and drinking, he cried, wronged like a child.

after drinking a bottle of beer, he was already shaking. Seeing this situation, we immediately ended the dinner. Want to send him back. He won't let me live or die. I have to drive my motorcycle back. I can't beat him, so I have to let him go. Besides, he only drank one bottle of beer for the usual amount of two Jin of white wine. Nobody took it seriously.

the fact gave us a slap in the face. When you are in a bad mood, you can get drunk even with a bottle of beer. On the main road, no other vehicles passed by. Just hit the tree.

in the prime of life, there is a child. Punish yourself with other people's mistakes. With wine as the medium, the price is life.

don't drink if you are in a bad mood! The alarm bell is ringing!

On the Dragon Boat Festival, my cousin was drunk to death. When he found the body, he was still holding the bottle in his arms.

Our hometown is in the southwest mountainous area, which is a bit embarrassing to say. There are a lot of people who are addicted to alcohol. Among my relatives, six of them are directly drunk to death. My cousin is drunk to death, 27 years old.

During the Dragon Boat Festival holiday this year, my cousin shut himself in and got drunk for three days and nights. When we pried open his door, he was already dead in the bathroom, with his body curled up next to the toilet and a bottle in his arms. My nephew is drunk, 22 years old.

My cousin's son, this is even more outrageous. At the age of 13, he became addicted to alcohol, drinking while herding cattle, cutting grass, cutting firewood, getting up and drinking before going to bed. In the twelfth lunar month of 218, my nephew died drunk in bed at the age of 22. My cousin is drunk, 36 years old.

If other people have lost their lives because of drinking like crazy, my cousin is different. When eating at home, my cousin never drinks. Cousin is the boss of municipal engineering, and it is normal to have so many social parties every day and drink to death. In the words of my cousin, my cousin's dinner party has never stopped for a day in the past ten years. In the autumn of 214, my cousin got drunk and went home, bleeding to death. The cousin's family was reasonable and did not pursue the responsibility of any participant. They beat gongs and drums to handle the affairs for the cousin. My cousin is drunk, 47 years old.

My uncle is the stationmaster of the tobacco station, and the conditions at home are very good. He bought two houses on the same floor. Cousin drinks every night, and when he is drunk, he falls asleep and snores like thunder. Aunt hates his snoring and sleeps in another house at night. During the Spring Festival in 28, my uncle died drunk in bed, and I don't know why his snoring was so cool. When the forensic doctor examined my uncle's body, he found that his tongue blocked the trachea. My uncle is dead drunk, 31 years old.

On market days, my uncle likes to go to the market and have a drink all day, and then go home with a flashlight after dark. In 27, my uncle came home drunk and died in a small river on his way home. I don't know how the river drowned my uncle. The water depth was less than five inches, only my uncle's mouth and nose were flooded, and both ears were still on the water. My third uncle is drunk, 61 years old.

Third Uncle, like his uncle, always goes to the market to drink and won't go home until midnight. In the winter of 1997, my uncle froze to death on his way home after being drunk. Drinking can keep out the cold, but it still can't stop the ice and snow. How many people have you seen drink to death?

The above six relatives all lost their lives directly because of drinking, and there are countless indirect deaths caused by drinking. There are four reasons why folks in my hometown like drinking:

I hope that friends who are addicted to alcohol will stop living in a dream. Drinking too much is nothing new, so don't be careless.

I'll tell you two. It's a true story. Friends who want to drink should take it as a warning, drink in moderation, and be cautious and self-controlled:

1. When I just graduated from college, I joined a small private enterprise. At the end of the year, the sales department will invite big customers to eat and drink, which is euphemistically called connecting feelings and strengthening exchanges. At this time, drinking with customers at the dinner table is really a life-changing order. If you meet those unreasonable and difficult people, you won't stop until you are poured on the wine table.

But most of the sales staff in our small enterprise are young people who have just stepped into the society. How can those customers be good at drinking? The boss is afraid that the hostess will not be accompanied well, and people who are not drunk will make a fool of themselves first. I had a bad idea, and I hired a hostess at the night show where I often went to play.

I still don't know this girl's full name, except that people call her A Ling, who used to push wine to accompany her in KTV venues. It is said that she has an amazing amount of alcohol, and she doesn't even blink when she drinks two kilograms of white wine! People are not beautiful, and they can't stop growing fat in vain. They do look a bit cute, just like a round belly and a proper pair of people who drink too much beer.

The boss invited her in and made it clear that she didn't need to do anything, just go with the sales manager when there are occasions for eating and drinking, and accompany the customers to have a good drink, so that the task can be completed if the atmosphere is active! During the first two or three months in the company, Ling did nothing all day. Every day, she sat in the weighbridge room of our workshop, chatting and playing computer with a few little girls who did shipment statistics. Until the month near the end of the year, it was her turn to perform.

A Ling comes to the company every afternoon this month, and after the sales manager and colleagues in the sales department shout, she will go directly to major hotels or places designated by customers as soon as she takes a seat. As soon as she takes a seat, A Ling will begin to show her usual skill of pushing and persuading wine to propose a toast to customers in turn according to her colleagues' instructions, so that she can't tell the difference between the east and the west, even if she is done. Or start to sit tight, colleagues can't hold on, and she will go out again with her sleeves rolled up and turn her opponent over neatly.

A Ling spent more than 2 days in this month, and the side effects of excessive drinking made her look a little tired. She yawned all day and turned pale every day.

On the twentieth day of the twelfth lunar month, Ling arrived at the company early in the morning and had a tough battle the night before. After arriving at the sales office, she kept saying that she had a headache, and she didn't want to go drinking again today. She wanted to take a vacation and go back to sleep. The sales manager refused, saying that today was the last meal, and the company's largest port crane customer came to visit. Dozens of people came to accompany them to drink happily, and maybe she could add a few orders next year and make a fortune.

ah ling was stubborn, but she had to bite the bullet and something happened! I had drunk too much wine, and this pile of people I met this day was even more difficult to deal with. One of the other bosses began to fill the wine of the sales manager. Ling went up to stop the wine without discretion, and the boss threw up his face and thought that the sales manager would lose face and look down on people, so he got up to leave.

The sales manager was shocked and fined himself three glasses at once, but this big shot came to his knees and crashed a bottle of 52-degree white wine on the table, pointing to Ling's nose and shouting, "If you can't see, blow this bottle of wine and pretend nothing happened."

The sales manager hurriedly rounded up the field, because it would kill you to drink like this. Ling didn't know what was going on at this moment, so she didn't say a word. She picked up the bottle and started drinking, and the whole wine table was silent for a long time. When the bottle bottomed out, the whole room burst into a burst of wonder, applause and applause. The atmosphere was lively again, and no one noticed at this time. After drinking the wine, Ling slowly retreated to one side and sat on the sofa in the corner, pale and silent.

At first, several colleagues of the same age handed her a cup of boiled water to gargle and asked her if she was all right. A Ling shook her head and said that she was a little sleepy, but her colleagues, who were used to A Ling's mass on weekdays, didn't take it seriously. She went to the waiter to ask for a pillow and lay her head on the sofa for a while, thinking that she was just in a hurry to drink. Unexpectedly, when the banquet was over, Ling never woke up!

The sales manager was so scared that he almost peed his pants on the spot that he rushed someone to the hospital. There was nothing he could do. The doctor said it was alcoholism and it was too late!

In the end, the boss compensated Aling's family for 1.2 million yuan, and it was no longer pursued. The sales manager was deeply guilty, and he compensated another 2, to 3, yuan, resigned and returned to his hometown, and never worked in sales again.

A girl in her youth has been killed by this deformed wine table culture. It's heartbreaking.

2. This person I want to talk about is my uncle who rented my house to my family when my parents opened a canteen when I was a child. It was in the early nineties, and my uncle had no other skills, but his skill of castrating pigs was perfect. My uncle doesn't have to accept the money for castrating pigs, but there is an iron rule, that is, the owner has to stir-fry the castrated things with shredded ginger and pepper, and eat them with bowls of old rice wine.

at that time, which family in the rural hometown didn't keep a few pigs? My uncle's life is also nourishing. He has good rice wine to drink almost every day. He can't stop drinking, and the villagers are hospitable, so that in my impression, my uncle hasn't seen a few days when he is sober. A group of children gave him an ugly nickname: "Uncle Monkey with Red Butt" because he was drunk and skinny all day.

After all, my uncle had an accident when drinking while castrating a pig. I remember that it was the summer of 1992. After finishing his work, my uncle went to castrate three pigs of Uncle Luo's family in a neighboring village early in the morning. After drinking three rice bowls of rice wine, he was so drunk that he stumbled back less than a mile, suddenly fell on the ridge and turned to the paddy field again! After a long time, it was discovered by passers-by!

Later, the forensic expert said that my uncle had drunk too much, which caused a cerebral hemorrhage and fainted. He fell into the paddy field and couldn't turn over. He was choked to death by palm-deep water!

don't drink too much! Moderate wine, enhance the taste of life, and drink too much, that is, making fun of your own life!

My master died of drinking.

During my internship at the university, I exercised in a factory. The master was an old man of about 5 years old, and he smelled of alcohol. The director said, you are very lucky. The old man never takes an apprentice. You are the first one, and it is predestined.

Master doesn't talk much. He carries a small wine bottle in his work clothes. When he rests, he takes a few mouthfuls. Seeing his drinking expression is very painful, and he feels uncomfortable when drinking poison.

After getting acquainted with the master, he often takes me home for dinner and chat. I learned from his daughter how the master drinks.

1. Morning wine.

As soon as I opened my eyes in the morning, I took the small hip flask by my pillow, and there happened to be half a catty of yellow wine, which was the master's "sober up" in the morning. After drinking this pot of half a catty of yellow wine, it was the horn to get up. <