Lost in drink, lost in books, that's all.
It's just a pity that I love wine but can't drink much, and I love reading but never seek to understand things deeply. I do it all for a little pleasure.
Bring in the Wine
Have you not seen the waters of the Yellow River descend from Heaven, rushing toward the sea, never to return? Have you not seen the mirrors in the high halls lamenting white hair, black as silk at dawn, white as snow by dusk?
When life goes well, we should make merry to our hearts' content. Don't leave the golden cup empty beneath the moon. Heaven gave me talents for a purpose; even if I spend a thousand gold coins, they will come back to me.
Let us slaughter sheep and cattle and enjoy ourselves; we must drink three hundred cups at a sitting. Master Cen, Scholar Danqiu, bring in the wine, don't let the cups stop!
I'll sing you a song, so lend me your ears. Bells, drums, and fine food are worth nothing; I only wish to stay drunk forever and never wake.
Since ancient times, the sages have all been lonely; only drinkers have left their names behind. The Prince of Chen once feasted at Pingle, spending ten thousand coins on a jug of wine and laughing to his heart's content.
Why does the host say he has no money? Just go buy more wine and drink with me. My dappled horse, my thousand-gold fur coat: call the boy and have him trade them for fine wine, so we can drown ten thousand years of sorrow together.
I love this series of essays. As the name suggests, I wander away due to intoxication. Intermittently, I have hastily turned over a few pits for you. The words are always like running water, light but full of vitality. Occasionally, a few words with a strong sense of life are more pleasing to the eye. Writing should be so natural, and reading the text should reveal one's heart. I haven't had such a clear feeling for a long time. Come on, don't forget the true inner touch behind your words...