Do you know who the Eight Immortals of Wine are?
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Remember who does what; there’s no need to look it up.
Know the poet Li Bai...
Li Bai, and then there was nothing else; P
I actually knew that Du Kang was the Immortal of Wine, Li Bai was the Immortal of Poetry, Lu Yu was the Sage of Tea, and there was also the madman Ji Kang. As for the Eight Immortals of Wine, I had never heard of them since I was a child
Li Bai wrote a hundred poems after drinking just a little wine; I can’t remember the rest
Li Bai, He Zhizhang, Li Shizhi, Prince Ruyang Li Qin, Cui Zongzhi, Su Jin, Zhang Xu, and Jiao Sui were known as the \"Eight Immortals of Wine.\" Zhi Zhang rides a horse as if on a boat; his eyes blur, and he falls asleep at the bottom of a well. In Ruyang, three dou of wine are needed to reach the heavens;
On the road, one sees carts with drool flowing from them;
I wish I could be transferred to Jiuquan instead. The left chancellor spent tens of thousands of coins each day; he drank as if a giant whale were sucking in all the rivers’ waters. Holding his cup, he declared himself a sage who avoided those of virtue. The elegant young man of the clan,
raises his cup and looks up at the blue sky,
as pure as a jade tree in the breeze. Su Jin spent long hours embroidering Buddhas in prayer, but in his drunken state he often preferred to escape from meditation. Li Bai composed a hundred poems after drinking one dou of wine (some say just one dou); he slept in taverns in Chang’an. When the emperor summoned him, he refused to board the ship, claiming that he was a fairy of wine. Zhang Xu’s Legend of the Three Cups as a Master of Calligraphy: He took off his hat and exposed his head in front of nobles, and his brushstrokes on paper resembled clouds and smoke. Jiao Sui, with his five-dou stature, stood out prominently; his eloquent speeches astonished those gathered at the banquet.
On the road, one sees carts with drool flowing from them;
I wish I could be transferred to Jiuquan instead. The left chancellor spent tens of thousands of coins each day; he drank as if a giant whale were sucking in all the rivers’ waters. Holding his cup, he declared himself a sage who avoided those of virtue. The elegant young man of the clan,
raises his cup and looks up at the blue sky,
as pure as a jade tree in the breeze. Su Jin spent long hours embroidering Buddhas in prayer, but in his drunken state he often preferred to escape from meditation. Li Bai composed a hundred poems after drinking one dou of wine (some say just one dou); he slept in taverns in Chang’an. When the emperor summoned him, he refused to board the ship, claiming that he was a fairy of wine. Zhang Xu’s Legend of the Three Cups as a Master of Calligraphy: He took off his hat and exposed his head in front of nobles, and his brushstrokes on paper resembled clouds and smoke. Jiao Sui, with his five-dou stature, stood out prominently; his eloquent speeches astonished those gathered at the banquet.