A pot of wine from the flowers.
I drink alone. No one is with me.
Until, holding up my cup, I asked the moon.
Bring me my shadow and let's be three people.
Alas, the moon can't drink water.
My shadow followed me blankly; .
But there was a time when I had these friends.
Let me rejoice at the end of spring.
I sang. The moon encouraged me.
I danced. My shadow is rolling in the back.
Wake up and have sex.
Then I got drunk and we lost each other.
Will goodwill be guaranteed? .
I watched the long road of the Milky Way.
2. Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain
The birds flew without a trace, leaving the lonely clouds free and unfettered. You look at me, I look at you, and there are only my eyes and Jingting Mountain's eyes.
3. Dream of climbing Mount Tianmu
A sailing tourist will talk about Japan, which is hidden in water and fog and inaccessible.
However, when the Vietnamese talk about Tianmu Mountain, they can still see it through clouds of different depths.
On a straight line leading to heaven, its peak enters heaven, topped with five sacred peaks, and casts a shadow across China.
The Paradise Terrace Mountains are 100 miles long, and it is here that they begin to extend to the southeast.
My heart and my dream are in Wu Heyue, flying over Jinghu Moon overnight.
The moon lit up my shadow and I came to Yanhe.
Xie 'an is still there, with a loud voice and rippling blue waves.
I wore Xie's earliest spiked shoes and climbed the Qingyun 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.
Bears, dragons and storms on mountains and rivers disturb forests and shake mountains.
Clouds are darkened by rain, and streams are pale by fog.
God of thunder and lightning, the mountains are crumbling. The stone gate is broken and ventilated in the deep pit of heaven.
An impenetrable shadow, but now the sun and the moon illuminate a golden and silver terrace.
Wearing rainbow clothes and riding the wind, all the queens of the clouds came and came down one by one.
With the tiger as the harp and the phoenix as the dancer, the images of fairies are arranged in rows.
I move, my soul flies, and I wake up with a long sigh.
My pillow and mat are the lost clouds in which I once lived.
This is the consistent way of human happiness, and all kinds of things will always flow to the east like water.
When will you return it when you leave, but let me raise a white deer on my green slope.
When I need you, ride to you, great mountain. Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those high-ranking people?
A person who will never be seen with a sincere face.
4, Shu Dao is difficult
Hey, hey, it's dangerous!
The difficulty of Shu Dao is difficult to go to the sky!
Until the two rulers of this area forced their way through in the foggy age!
Forty-eight thousand years have passed. Don't talk to Qin Sai.
And Dabaishan, to the west, still has only one bird path, which can cross Emei Mountain.
It was once broken by an earthquake, and some brave people lost it, only completing the stone steps leading to heaven.
On the high flag, six dragons drive the sun, and far below, the river lashes its twisted channel.
Such a height is difficult for a yellow crane, poor monkey, they only have claws to use.
The Green Mud Mountain is made up of many circles. For every hundred steps, we have to turn nine times in the middle of its mound.
Panting, we passed Orion, passed Jingxing, and then fell to the ground with our arms folded and groaned.
We don't know whether this road to the west will never end. The road ahead is getting darker and darker.
Nothing can be heard except the cries of birds surrounded by ancient forests. The males fly past the females around the forests.
Jathyapple, what comes to us is the melancholy voice of Du Fu, a sad empty mountain.
It's hard to get through the Shu Road, and it's hard to get to the sky, and it turns pale when you smell it.
The highest cliff is less than a foot from heaven, and the withered pine trees hang low on the cliff surface.
One thousand waterfalls rushed forward one after another, sending out the thunder of rotating stones in ten thousand valleys.
This is the risk. Why do people who live at a safe distance come here? .
Although the pass of the watchtower is strong and steep, one person guards it and ten thousand people can't beat it.
What if he is not loyal, but a wolf to his companions? .
There are terrible hungry tigers during the day and poisonous reptiles at night.
With their teeth and fangs, they kill like hemp.
Although the Silk City is beautiful, I'd rather go home soon.
The difficulty of Shu Dao is difficult to go to the sky, and it is difficult to squint at the west.
In the world of poetry, Li Bai, the greatest genius romantic poet in ancient times, has rich imagination. He roamed the world, learned the Tao and sword, drank Ren Xia well, and laughed proudly. In his poems, the imagination is "holding the moon in the sky", and the momentum is like "how the water of the Yellow River moves out of the sky", which is unparalleled. Especially the poem "Climbing Mount Tianmu in a Dream" is not only about dreams, but also about reality. Clever in conception and rich in imagination, it interweaves myths and legends with reality in a fantastic way. This is the poet's yearning for the immortal world after repeated setbacks, and he feels that only dreams are more worthy of nostalgia; However, dreams always wake up, and once they come into contact with reality, they can only shout "Oh, how can I solemnly bow and scrape to those who are officials and people in high positions". The whole poem is full of enthusiasm, full of feelings, completely free from the constraints of form, and only a great poet like Li Bai has such a magnificent momentum. Li Bai often refers to heaven and earth, drifting for nine days, but under the seemingly unrestrained appearance, it is actually a bitter and resentful heart, and only in this way can his poems be more powerful.