Part 1 of Du Fu's "Dream of Li Bai"
The farewell in death is already swallowed, but the farewell in life is always pitiful. In the miasmatic land south of the Yangtze River, there is no news from the guests.
Old friends come into my dream, knowing that I will remember each other forever. I'm afraid it's not a life-long soul, and the road is far and unpredictable.
When the soul comes, the maple leaves are green, but when the soul returns, the leaves are black. You are now trapped in a snare, why do you have wings?
The setting moon fills the beams of the house, hesitatingly illuminating the colors. The water is deep and the waves are wide, no dragon can reach it.