For thousands of years, how many people want to read you, your poems, your heroism and your unruly. Bai Juyi read you, and the poet was the most unlucky and fell into a lament. When Du Gongbu read you, what he read was "the pen fell and the wind and rain shook, and the poem made the gods cry". When Yu Guangzhong read you, he read the talent of "wine into sorrow/seven-point moonlight/three-point firm but gentle/embroidered mouth half flourishing Tang Dynasty".
I want to read you too.
When you open the white poem, what you read is, Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those who have high status and high positions and will never be seen with sincere faces? That is helpless, but since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with a sword, since the boldness of this world can never satisfy our desire, I will let go of my hair tomorrow and take a fishing boat, your confidence and my enterprising spirit, and one day I will take it.
I want to send you a noisy morning, with birds singing and insects singing, dewdrops clear and round, and the rising sun gorgeous and boundless, which is worthy of your joy of "bidding farewell to Bai Di colorful clouds and returning to Jiangling one day"
I want to send you a quiet night, life is dense, the moon is in the sky, and the beads are rolling all over the sky at dusk, which is worthy of your interest in "When will the moon come, I will stop and ask".
I want to send you to the ideal city to see the flowers bloom and fall, the clouds roll and the clouds are comfortable, the morning dew is foggy and the sunset is sunset. Harp, harp, silk and bamboo, drums in the mountains, singing and dancing lightly, worthy of your lofty "gold and white jade buy songs and laugh, drunk for a long time ignore princes."
Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty called you into the palace under the guise of "cherishing talents" and named you a bachelor of Hanlin. You think you can display your talents and ambitions, but what you see is the dissoluteness of "riding a princess in the world of mortals, laughing and laughing" and "the emperor, from now on, abandoned his early listening", but what you wrote is the gorgeous words of "clouds want clothes and flowers" and "poor swallows rely on new makeup" You are depressed and frustrated, and you send this full of sorrow and resentment into the wine in the cup, relying on the words you wrote.
You ask Yang Yuhuan to help you grind, and Gao Lishi to help you take off your boots. You despise powerful people, of course they crowd you out. So you waved your sleeves and left without looking back. How handsome and proud you are. What is left is the smile and sigh that "poetry is a gift from the north window, and a million words are not as good as a glass of water".
You should have, what are bells and drums, what are delicacies and what are treasures? , is the heart of flowers and plants, the interest of piling up stones into mountains, a pot of turbid wine and a white deer. Visit famous mountains and rivers, watch the sun, moon and stars, clear water and tea, and cross mountains and rivers.
A pot of muddy wine sings all over the mountains and rivers for 80 thousand miles. A leaf is lonely, and only the Yangtze River flows in the sky.
This is you, Li Bai. Reading you, you read the prosperity and sorrow of an era-since the world can't respond to our desire, what should we do? Tomorrow I will loosen my hair and go fishing, but your heart is still broad.