Chapter 79 wine song

There is a little parched ground in my flesh, and only wine can moisten it.It is in the deepest part of my chest, a piece of farmland the size of a palm, but it is full of vertical and horizontal cracks as if it has been exposed to the scorching sun for a long time.I heard a group of children grinning their parched lips, moaning and screaming: "Thirsty! Thirsty!" How can I refuse that request in the dark?Satisfying it is almost tantamount to satisfying the world. This is a wound in my body that will never fade, a wound common to men.It was an invisible civil war, and I had to compromise with myself.The wounded man became intoxicated with the help of an ancient potion.For a while, I was Li Bai, who had a hundred poems on wine fighting, and for a while, I was Wu Song, who couldn't pass three bowls.The secret wine changed my identity.

I simply watch the carnival of life with the mood of praying for rain.My inner fields, dark clouds.The iceberg of the festival is always floating in the cup, I raise my arms and shout, I am invincible.When you are going to drink, don't stop drinking, raise your glass to invite the bright moon, and form three people facing each other.thirsty!Forever thirsty!This is my pain, this is my heart disease.Who can smooth out the wrinkles in my heart? Blood is thicker than water, and wine makes the blood boil.The feast in the palm, the stake in the blood makes me heavier than Mount Tai and lighter than a feather.The luminous cup of grape wine, the cries of apes on both sides of the strait, constitute the upstream of my destiny.No wonder my toast is almost a ritual of paying tribute to life.Body, spirit, world, I love you.I am thirsty!I need to!

After drinking for three rounds, I am no longer me.I am what I am.An invisible hand unbuttoned me and took off my coat, revealing the feelings of a child.The wine made me sober, and made me see clearly: the body is a coat, and only the naked soul belongs to me... The wine table is my desk, which is amazing.The wine glass is my textbook, ten lines at a glance.I just drank water from Changsha and ate Wuchang fish. I was flying towards the sky among the colorful clouds of the Emperor Baidi, returning to Jiangling thousands of miles away in one day, and flying down three thousand feet. Men drink and like to seek out rivals.Alcohol capacity is a man's spiritual altitude, which can be seen at a glance.Draw your sword and look around in a daze, drink alone among the flowers, the bright moon is your opponent, and the world is your opponent.Will drink, don't stop the cup, push the golden mountain, pour the jade pillar, sing to the wine, what is life?

Men who drink alcohol are divided into wine masters and drunkards.The wine master is respectable, and the drunkard is lovely.The gourd of the wine fairy, the red nose of the drunkard.The Jiuxian is Yangchun Baixue, and the drunkard is from Xialiba. They are elegant and vulgar, and they lead to the same goal by different routes.In the former there was Li Taibai, who was called by the emperor and couldn't get on the boat, and in the latter, there was Lu Zhishen, who was drunk and beat the mountain gate.The rebel in the dreamland was recruited after waking up.With the help of wine, even if you can't become a fairy, you can still be a drunkard who plays and sings.You only know when you drink: being a human is the most tiring!It's so hard to be a human!

The bottle is my drifting bottle, I've been adrift on an ocean of alcohol my whole life.There is a spray in the bottle - just like my feelings, in the state of foam.I'm the one who grows the spray.Will you land on my lips?The bottleneck is like a beauty's neck—it's what I love to stroke.Dear glass beauty, let me hold you a little tighter.To have you is to accept God's gift.I have danced and kissed countless beauties; each one was the best for me.It goes to show that I only loved once.Just once, don't want to give up - it means I'm always in love.I'm on my way with a bottle of wine - its trademark is my ticket.Sometimes it took me back to Sichuan, and sometimes it took me to France.Cheers sound like wheels rolling.When I woke up, I realized that I was abandoned at the halfway station again, and the moonlight made me so cold.

My drift bottle is a wine bottle containing a letter from ancient times.Every time I unscrew the bottle cap, it's like unsealing it—it's always the same content, but I always feel fresh.Who is sending me letters every day?Whose readers have I been?Happy is the person who picks up the drift bottle, and you will learn a little-known secret.The hand that opened the letter trembled a little.This is a long letter that has been copied a thousand times, and I will never finish reading it in my life.Suffering from seawater immersion, this lost heart is a little bit bitter——looking forward to my care like an orphan.Did I pick up the drifting bottle, or did the drifting bottle finally find me?Li Bai read this letter, so he became a poet.It seems that there is a lot of knowledge in the bottle.I can't pass up this opportunity.Upstream people, let go, I will continue below.Let Tide be the postman—hope, it won't fail.Don't fight, it's mine.

I'm a fast drunk—leaving the sober ones behind.See who can catch up with me?Wine bottles are the baton of my life.I took a bottle and hit the road.I can also walk on the surface of the water - stand on tiptoe, afraid of kicking something.I found that there were many drift bottles on the water, some were empty, some were full - I just didn't know which one to pick up.I pass them from my left hand to my right, as if to another person—and finally leave them behind.Life, life, it's good to be able to carry a wine bottle - to prove that I am no longer empty-handed.The sun is a bottle.The moon is a cup.Even my heart is made of glass.The heartbeat is the sound of clinking glasses.The drunkard's pillow is a drifting bottle.Drunkard drifts on the pillow.When, an empty wine bottle is accidentally broken by me - it means that I am old.There's minecraft in a bottle.My world is broken.