Poetry of sword fighting to the end of the world

It’s difficult to travel. Li Bai has a gold bottle worth ten thousand dollars worth of wine, and a jade plate worth ten thousand dollars worth of treasures. Stopping the cup and throwing chopsticks, I can't eat. I draw my sword and look around at a loss. If you want to cross the Yellow River, which is blocked by ice, you will have to climb the snow-covered mountains of Taihang. When I was free to fish on the Bixi River, I suddenly took a boat and dreamed of the sun. The journey is difficult, the journey is difficult, and there are many divergent paths, but now I am at peace. There will be times when the wind blows and the waves break, and the clouds and sails are hung directly to help the sea.

Don’t you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening. To be successful in life, you must enjoy yourself to the fullest. Don't let the gold bottle stand empty against the moon. By nature, my materials will be useful, and I will come back after all the gold is gone. Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle is a pleasure, and you will have to drink three hundred cups at a time. Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, is about to drink wine, but don’t stop drinking. A song with you, please listen to me.