Li Bai's frustrated and confident officialdom poems

In my dream, I climbed Mount Tianmu, and Li Bai, my heart and my dream were all in Wu Heyue and spent in Jinghu Moonlight. The moon lit up my shadow and took me to Xianghe. Xie gongsu is still here today, with clear water rippling and apes singing. ZhóXie started work (JΙ) and climbed a blue ladder. Halfway through the sunny ocean, the sacred rooster crows in space. Thousands of turns, flowers lure me, stones slow me down. The day suddenly ended. Yin Yin (yǐn), the bear cannon dragon, shocked Lin Zhentian. Clouds and dark rain (the rest) are full of water and smoke. God of thunder and lightning, the mountains are crumbling. The cave is full of stone leaves with an opening in the middle. An impenetrable shadow, but now the sun and the moon light up the gold and silver terrace. Wearing rainbow clothes and riding the wind, all the queens of the clouds came and came down one by one. Luan came back in rows, just like Matian, lined with fairies. I move, the daylights out of me, suddenly startled and long (Ji). Pillow when you feel (jué), I am in the lost cloud. This is the consistent way of human happiness, and all kinds of things will always flow to the east like water. So I'm leaving you. I don't know how long it will take. But let me, on my green slope, raise a white deer. When I need you, ride to you, great mountain. Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those people with high status and important positions? They never want to be seen with a sincere face.