Author: Li Bai
The cost of pure wine, gold cup, a hip flask of 10 thousand copper, jade plate worth 10 thousand dollars.
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 the ice blocked the ferry; I want to climb the Taihang Mountain, but the sky is covered with snow.
I came to fish and sit on the stream, but I suddenly dreamed of driving a boat and sailing towards the sun.
It's hard to walk, it's hard to walk, a lot of roads, and today's safety.
One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.
Linjiang county Yang Shen
Linjiangxian (Yang Shen)
The Yangtze River flows eastward, the waves wash away heroes, success or failure turns empty, the green hills are still there, and the sunset is a few degrees red.
The white-haired hermit by the river has long been used to the changes of time. A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet, and many things in ancient and modern times are paid in a joke.