Li Bai's sadness has merged into an ancient poem, which is about the surging river.

Li Bai: But since the water is still flowing, even though we cut it with the sword, sadness will come back, even though we drown them with wine.

Fan Zhongyan: Worry about the world first, then enjoy it.

Wang Anshi: I am not afraid of clouds covering my eyes, I am at the highest level.

Li Qingzhao: The curtain rolls in the west wind, and the pen is yellow and thin.

Wang Bo: However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven will remain our neighbor.