Don't wait for the east wind and tide,
Crossing the river for ten miles and nine miles ends in a radius.
I don't know. Qinhuai River tonight,
From which bridge does it flow to Yangzhou?
The ancient world is Du Fu's poem Spring Memories of Li Bai;
Li Bai's poems are unparalleled, and his superb creativity is far beyond ordinary people.
Li Bai's poems are the fresh wind of Yu Xin's poems and the backbone of Jun Zai's works.
Now, I am alone on the spring tree in Weibei, and you are on each side of the sun, sunset and sky in the southeast, and you can only miss.
When can we have another drink and discuss our poems?