Li Bai's poems have the artistic charm of "the pen falls in the storm, and the poem becomes the weeping ghosts and gods". The subjective lyrical color is very strong, and the expression of emotions has an overwhelming momentum. For example, when he went to Beijing to seek an official position, he said, "I looked up to the sky and laughed loudly and went out. How can I be from Penghao?" When he missed Chang'an, he said, "The strong wind blows my heart, and the Xianyang tree hangs in the west." Such poems are very contagious. He is also good at using extreme exaggeration, apt metaphors and amazing fantasies, such as "cutting off the water with a knife, the water will flow more, raising a cup to relieve sorrow and sorrow will become more sorrowful", "white hair is three thousand feet long, and the fate of sorrow is as long as a man" and other poems.