< Looking for Li Bai in the afterglow - drinking and singing in vain, flying around and being domineering. The pair of arrogant boots are still in Gao Lishi's shameful and angry hands, but the person has disappeared, leaving refugees and injured people all over the ground. Bing left the rhythm of the Huma and the Qiang flute to Du Er to chant in detail. Ever since that year when He Zhizhang was dazzled and recognized you as an immortal, he became even more pretentious and hid himself with a small wine pot that was under a spell. Even my wife can't find you. I blame Chang'an for being small but the sky is long in the pot. In all your poems, you predict that the water will suddenly escape. Maybe tomorrow, only a small boat will break through the waves, your hair will be unkempt when the wind makes enemies like a forest, and everyone in the world wants to kill cirrhosis of the liver. How can I kill you? The wine went into my heart, and seven points turned into moonlight. The remaining three points roared into sword energy and vomited out half of the prosperous Tang Dynasty. From Kaiyuan to Tianbao, from Luoyang to Xianyang, the hustle and bustle of riding on the road is not as good as yours a thousand years later. A crystal quatrain lightly tapped my forehead and a local flick stirred up an echo. The world is already down and out. It would be too embarrassing to let go of the night. It remains a mystery to this day. Is your place of origin Longxi or Shandong, Qinglian Township or Suiye City? Why don’t you go back? Which hometown do you want to return to? Wherever you get drunk, you said, it is not a foreign land. Disappearance is the only fate of a genius. What happened after your death, where did you escape to? The wolf can't stop crying, and Du Er is trying to persuade you. You can't help but turn around and turn around. Under the four windows, there are already seven bald immortals and five friends. They can't save you. Kuangshan has been locked up by the fog. There is no way to get in. The fire is still not perfect. How can half a grain of cinnabar catch up with the flowing clouds in Ge Hong's sleeves? The shadow of the moon in the bottle, maybe that is your hometown and you have often looked up at it yearningly throughout your life? And no matter whether we go out and cry to the west or cry to the east, Chang'an has already fallen 240,000 miles away. There is no need to disturb the roc, and there is no need to recruit cranes. All we have to do is throw the wine glass into the air and it will spin into a flying saucer with a strange green flash. Things are changing faster and faster, and I will take you back to the legend