What poems describe drunkenness?

Yuan Dynasty: Wang Shifu

Since walking, the distant mountains are faint and the water is more sparkling.

Look at Liu Fei Juan, drunk peach blossom.

The fragrance of the cabinet is bursting, and the heavy door is covered by rain.

I'm afraid dusk will be abrupt and dusk, so why not be ecstatic?

New tears overwhelm old ones, and heartbroken people remember heartbroken people.

How thin is Chunxiang muscle this year? The ribbon is three inches wide.

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Since I left you, I have never seen a distant mountain, and it is even more unbearable for the clear river to flow backwards. I saw catkins flying and rolling, with bright peach blossoms on my face. There was a sweet wind in the boudoir, and the heavy door was covered until dusk, and the rain knocked at the door bit by bit.

Afraid of the arrival of dusk, dusk just comes in a hurry. If you don't want to lose your mind, how can you not lose your mind and be sad? Old tears are not dry, new tears are added. Heartbroken people often miss heartbroken people. Do you know how much my body has lost and my clothes have widened by three inches this spring?

2. Complain about Mo Mo burning willow.

Song Dynasty: Huang Tingjian

Momo is full of spring scenery. The rain is sunny, the wind is warm and the smoke is light, and the weather is intoxicated.

Mountains are flowers, water is blue, and green is miscellaneous. Song Lou is full of wine, so he has the right to recruit people and code blue.

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Peach blossoms are in full bloom, weeping willows are weeping, and the spring scenery in Jiangnan is beautiful. After a storm comes a calm, the spring breeze is warm and the mist is faint, which makes people intoxicated. The mountains are dark green, the water waves are blue, and the green waters and green mountains set each other off. Wine flags are flying in the pavilion, inviting people to go. Let's pawn the blue shirts and exchange bars.

3. A little play drinking with Zheng Xiang and Ge Ji/Prime Minister Du presented a beauty at the banquet.

Tang Dynasty: Li Qunyu

The skirt dragged six pictures of Xiangjiang River water, and the temples shrugged Wushan a cloud.

Style should only exist in the sky, and singing is not suitable for the world.

Peach blossom wine's eyes were half drunk because of the snow lamp slanting on his chest.

If you don't care about each other, it's easy to see Wen Jun.

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You see that singer's smooth skirt is like dragging six beautiful Xiangjiang rivers, and her towering bun is like a cloud of Wushan smoke. Her graceful charm should only appear in the sky, and her beautiful singing will not be heard on earth.

The snow muscles on her chest are particularly charming under the oblique view of Deng Hua, and her eyes are even more charming when she is half drunk. I think, if he doesn't love Wen Jun as a literary genius, he will see his elegant demeanour so easily.

4. Reduce the convergence of Magnolia Gotham Ci.

Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu

Gothic sandalwood gathering. The wind fills the air, carving a beam and painting a dark building. Soft and clear. One hundred pearls are put on the first thread.

Cherry lips and jade teeth. Fairy sounds in the sky, things in the heart. Stay in the clouds. Full of ecstasy and half drunk.

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When singing, the singer moves calmly and gracefully. Her singing is sometimes loud and lasting; Sometimes soft and round, like a hundred beads lingering.

The singer's lips are like cherries, and her teeth are like white jade. Her beautiful voice and the fairy sound of the clouds in the sky stopped, and everyone at the party was fascinated.

A cloud in Wushan went to Qiu Lai in spring.

Five Dynasties: Ouyang Jiong

When spring comes, my heart is anxious, and I am always in a trance. At parting, you and I will meet early, but we still can't see the return date.

Song and dance fans have long been old, and tears are on their clothes. Hate yourself when you can't be a carriage after the world of mortals, so that I can get along with you day and night, all the way.

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When I go to Qiu Lai in spring, I worry about my heart. I am always in a daze like a drunk. When leaving, you and I agreed to come back as soon as possible, but we still didn't come back.

The fans used for singing and dancing have long been stained with old traces, and the clothes are full of acacia tears. I wish I could not turn myself into the world of mortals behind the carriage, so that I can get along with you and Wan Li.