Writing Challenge： "Who will lend me a flask of wine, ___________" How would you continue this sentence?
Who would lend me a jar of wine, to dissolve the sorrow and gloom in my brows?
After the clouds disperse and the rain ceases at dusk, I stand alone on the bridge, with the wind filling my sleeves.
Who would lend me a flask of wine,
To drunkenly behold the fleeting world through autumn’s time.
As autumn rain slips down the throat, intoxication is self-found,
Amidst this world’s bustling dreams, so profound.
Who will lend me a jug of wine, one jug, two jugs, and then one more cask? Three cups drained, sixty miles traveled, the red flag unfurls, returning to the homeland. Brave hearts with unwavering courage head towards the bay, heroic spirits bridging both shores.
Who will lend me a pot of wine, to drown the sorrows of ten thousand ages in this world?
Through nine twists and a thousand turns, a hundred worries entwine, only Du Kang can dispel the troubles.
Who will lend me a jug of wine to dispel the two ounces of sorrow in my heart?
Three thousand stars descend in the night sky, and the dark clouds withdraw, leaving everything tender.
Who will lend me a jug of wine, so that I may be drunk until next autumn?
“Song of Valor”
Who will lend me a jug of wine, and listen to my story for a night?
Intoxicated, I lay on the sand, resting on the saddle, and tomorrow morning will bring another parting in autumn.
Who will lend me a pot of wine, as I dream by the great river through the ages?
I raise my eyes, the sun and moon divide day from night; after I’m done drinking, I wield my sword and cut through three autumns.
Reflections on a Poem: “何人借我一壶酒” (A Borrowed Flask of Wine)
This verse is from the poem “何人借我一壶酒” by Lu You. It’s a poem that reflects on life’s fleeting moments and the bittersweet nostalgia that comes with age.
“Who will lend me a pot of wine, To forget my sorrows and drift through time? In this ever-changing world of highs and lows, The river of worries endlessly flows.
In my youth, I was reckless and bold, Venturing through life, both hot and cold. I didn’t understand the ways of the heart, Thinking knowledge and status would set me apart.
Looking back, I see my past mistakes, Awakening to truth as the dreamland breaks.”
This poem speaks of seeking solace in wine, regret for past actions, and the wisdom that comes with age.
Who will lend me a pot of wine, Without asking about my past, it soothes my heart. Though we are close, we find it hard to meet, Amidst the blue sea, my heart dreams in the red dust.
Someone lend me a pot of wine, gurgle gurgle gurgle.
The Bitterness of Separation Between Two Places
Who will lend me a pot of wine, and let me drown my sorrows with a gentle smile? The clear wind brushes away my tears of longing, while the bright moon illuminates my lonely shadow.
Three thousand strands of black hair entwine with strands of white, wanting to cut away the bitterness of separation, yet it continues to grow.
What I resent the most is counting the moonlight outside the window, as it still reflects the fall of withered flowers in the departure of a loved one.
Who will lend me a jug of wine, and we’ll drink together until the dawn.
plaintext Borrowing and not returning is like a little dog.
A Borrowed Flask of Wine and Tales of Old
In an ancient village, as the blood-red sun set, its rays cast patterns on the weathered cobblestone streets. A weary traveler, carrying a tattered bag, walked haltingly into a small tavern at the village’s entrance. In his eyes gleamed a longing for uncharted journeys and a faint melancholy for days gone by.
Inside the tavern, the flickering firelight illuminated tables adorned with various flasks of wine, filling the air with the fragrance of spirits. The traveler’s gaze meandered among these flasks, eventually resting on one containing amber liquid. He softly asked, “May someone lend me a flask of wine?”
The tavern’s proprietor, an elderly man with silver hair, slowly emerged from behind the counter. His gaze was profound, as if capable of penetrating one’s soul. The old man smiled and said, “Young man, this flask of wine doesn’t belong to me alone; it belongs to everyone with a story. If you’re willing, please have a seat and share your tale with me, and I’ll lend you this flask of wine.”
The traveler nodded and took a seat opposite the old man. He began to recount his story, starting from his distant homeland, traversing countless mountains, rivers, and experiencing numerous trials and tribulations. His narrative was filled with adventures and encounters, yet not devoid of moments of loss and solitude.
The old man listened silently, occasionally nodding with deep understanding in his eyes. When the traveler’s story concluded, the old man picked up the flask of wine and gently placed it in front of him. He said, “This flask of wine now belongs to you. May you have the courage to face the storms and the wisdom to choose on your journey.”
The traveler accepted the flask of wine, bowing in gratitude to the old man. He knew that it was not just a flask of wine but also a gesture of understanding and support—a rare warmth on his journey.
Who will lend me a pot of wine, to drown my sorrows by the ounce? Life lies in each breath we take, as the air flows through our lungs. How many bright dreams twinkle within the vast expanse of the heart? Eight thousand miles of journey, countless mountains and hills. As I bravely ascend the peaks, conquering snow-covered mountains, Crossing the meandering rivers, That borrowed pot of wine, Will eventually be returned by me!
Who will lend me a pot of wine,
To share a drunken evening at Yellow Crane Tower.
With one sword, I’ll cut away all worldly troubles,
Let me roam freely through heaven and earth.
Who will borrow this jug of wine from me?
Someone lend me a jug of wine, To share your wealth and immortality… The crazy Taoist, disheveled and dirty, Holding his gourd full of paste, Staggered drunkenly towards the city. People found it odd but not surprising, They glanced and went about their business. Only the tea stall’s waiter, his words flowing like a river, Entertained a few curious customers, After all, if the guests were pleased, They might give him a few coins as a reward.
Someone lend me a pot of wine,
One drink to dispel a thousand worries.
Someone lend me a pot of wine,
I’ll get drunk and take a rest.