This poem comes from Bai Juyi's fourth poem Pipa Xing in Tang Dynasty:
In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn.
I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music.
Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon.
We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left.
2. Why not change this level?
This poem is from Qu Yuan's Li Sao.
If you don't care about strength and abandon filth, why not abandon filth with prosperity?
Why not change this level? Why don't you change these laws?