某年某月某日午夜,市醉酒协会三五知己,聚集酒巴包厢,喝得天昏地暗,鬼话连篇,丑态百出,重复着世界酒鬼千篇一律的“醉酒三步曲”:有说有笑,欢天喜地;划拳高喊,惊天动地;牢骚不断,怨天怨地。其时个个酒杯晃动,腮红耳赤,目光灼热,不知苦辣酸甜,只露酩酊醉态,人生几何,亦幻亦梦。 One day at a certain year in a certain year, the City Drunken Association thirty-five acquaintances gathered in the pub boxes, drowned in dusk, nonsense, full of ugly, repeating the world drunk stereotyped “trilogies”: talking and laughing, joyous; Strike boxing shouting, earth-shattering; grievances continue to complain. At that time all the shaking of wine glasses, red blush, eyes burning, I do not know the bitter and sour, only exposed drunken drunkenness, life geometry, also illusion also dream.