2. Hey, hey, it's dangerous! It's hard to get through the Shu Road, and it's hard to get to the sky. He is 48,000 years old and has not communicated with Qin Sai. It is recorded in "Difficult Road to Shu" that He read this song "Difficult Road to Shu" and exclaimed that Li Bai was a "fallen fairy". Comments on Selected Poems of Tang Dynasty: Taibai Long song, with a beautiful mind, has experienced storms, which is based on his talent and uniqueness, not on manpower ...)
As soon as I touch the strings, it brings me the smell of pine trees in a thousand valleys. I once listened to a monk in Shu playing the piano.
Don't you see how the water of the Yellow River flows from the sky to the sea and never comes back? Have you seen the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room? Although it is silky black in the morning, it turns into snow at night? Invite for a drink
One day, I will ride the wind and waves, sail straight and cross the deep sea. It's hard to go (full of pride, open-minded and confident)
6. Until, holding up my cup, I asked the bright moon to bring me my shadow and let the three of us. Hua Jian gu yin
7. Go out laughing, I am Artemisia. Children in Nanling don't enter Beijing.
8. Dapeng rises with the wind one day and soars into Wan Li. forever
9. The Yellow River comes to Kunlun in the west, roaring Wan Li and touching Longmen. Wu Gong crossed the river
10. Oh, ask this river that flows eastward, whether it can go further than the love of friends! . Break up in a hotel in Nanjing.
1 1. We are all full of longing and want to go to the 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. "Xie Tiao Building, Xuanzhou, farewell to the school book Uncle Yun" (Ming people commented on this poem, "Like a powerful and unconstrained style, a dragon goes out to sea". )
12. Yan, dream broken. Qin family, every year in the second quarter of the moon, the willow color by the bridge is printed with seven windows for farewell. Looking at the Cold and Autumn Festival, the ancient road leading to Xianyang has been cut off. The west wind kissed the light of the sun, and in front of us were the tombs and palaces of the Han Dynasty. Qin E's memory
The ancients regarded it, together with another poem by Li Bai, The Weaving of Bodhisattva Man and Momo Ruyan in Lin Ping, as the "ancestor of one hundred generations of lyrics and songs".