It's hard for me to walk, written by Li Bai, a poet in the Tang Dynasty.
Original poem
"It's hard for me to go."
The cost of pure wine is a gold cup, 10 thousand copper coins and a hip flask, and I am ashamed of 10 thousand yuan.
I threw the food bar and cup aside. I couldn't eat or drink. I pulled out my dagger. I peeped in four directions in vain.
I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow.
I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing a boat towards the sun.
Travel is hard. Travel is hard. Don't go astray! Where to go today.
One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.
translate
The wine in the golden cup 1000 yuan a barrel, and the food in the jade plate 10000 yuan. Depressed, I put down a cup of chopsticks and didn't want to eat it; Pulling out my sword and looking around, I was at a loss to cross the Yellow River, but ice and snow blocked the river; If you want to climb Taihang Mountain, that mountain has been closed by heavy snow. Like Lushang Yuxi, waiting for a comeback; Like Yi Yin dreaming, passing by Japan by boat. The road of life is as difficult as it is; The road is complicated. Where are you now? I believe it's time to ride the wind and waves, and then I must sail across the sea!