What else is there in the poem "Others don't know I know"?

Looking east at Yuhang, the sea of clouds and the horizon are endless.

I don't know when I became famous, come back brilliantly and laugh with you.

Don't use wine to tell the feelings of parting. There has always been another reason for the wedding banquet.

Flowers will take you there tonight, walk across the pond, and see tears in a trance like yang hu. It's you, Yang.

A flute and a sword make a dash for the rivers and lakes, and a pot of eternal hatred for wine! Two feet turn into earthly roads, and heaven covers the earth.

Traveling from the west to the sky, leaving home to see two moons; I don't know where to stay tonight. Thousands of miles away in the desert

Those who abandon me can't stay yesterday, and those who disturb my heart worry about today.

Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine. The bones of great writers are all your brushes. In Tianyuan, I grew up beside you, Xiao Xie.

We all yearn for the distance and want to go to the blue sky to embrace the bright moon. But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords and raise our glasses to drown our sorrows.

Since the world can't satisfy our desire, the Ming Dynasty sent a ship to search.

I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval. Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.

Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.

Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! . Since God has given talents, let them be used! As for the money, although it is scattered, it will get together again.

Qiu Lai is very concerned about him, but he is not ashamed of Ge Hong for cinnabar. Crazy songs, empty life, who is domineering? Go home, no rain or shine.

Singing for a hundred days requires drinking. In the green spring, I began to go home.

Ancient sober people and sages were forgotten, and only great drinkers can be immortalized.

I went out with a big smile. How can I be a person who has lived in the wild for a long time?

Xiongguan road is as iron as iron, and now I stride from the beginning, from the beginning, Cangshan Mountain is like the sea, and the sunset is like blood. Others laugh at me for being crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to see through it.

We will drown the sorrow of ten thousand generations! Give them to the boy in exchange for good wine.

A little awe-inspiring, a thousand miles fast.

A biting wind and rain in Ren Pingsheng

Draw yellow water from the left, hold the sky from the right, look northwest, shoot Sirius, and be domineering.

A man who is alive is a man; Die and become the soul in the soul.

Don't pay attention to the beating rain in the forest. Mei sings a long whistle and walks leisurely.

Success or failure turns empty, the green hills are still there, and the sunset is several degrees.

Mountain, pierce the sky, not residual. Heaven wants to fall, follow it.

There are thousands of poems and thousands of wines. A few times, I focused on the marquis. Jade Pagoda Golden Que has no intention of returning, and plum blossoms are drunk in Luoyang. Five flowers, ten thousand golden autumn, give it to the boy for good wine, and sell all kinds of bitterness and joy.