Dapeng rises with the wind one day and soars into Wan Li.
There is still a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, and I will go up and down.
I went out with a big smile. How can I be a person who has lived in the wild for a long time?
Yellow sand wears golden armor in hundreds of battles, but the loulan is not returned.
It's not freezing in the cold, so where does the plum blossom smell come from?
On a green spring day, I began to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
Drunk in the dream of watching the sword under the oil lamp, dreaming back to the old days of the military camp, a horn sounded. Give the roast beef to the men and the band will play northern songs. This is a military parade on the battlefield in autumn. Horses run like Ma Delu, bows and arrows fly like thunder. It is a good idea for the emperor to complete the great cause of recovering the lost land of the country and gain a good reputation from generation to generation. Poor hair has become a white-haired man!
I like Li Bai's poems best. For me, Li Bai's attitude of seeing through the world is always full of vitality.