Original text:
The cost of pure wine is a gold cup, 10 thousand copper coins and a hip flask, and I am ashamed of 10 thousand yuan.
I threw the food bar and cup aside. I couldn't eat or drink. I pulled out my dagger. I peeped in four directions in vain.
I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow.
I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing a boat towards the sun.
Travel is hard. Travel is hard. Don't go astray! Where to go today.
One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.
Jinbei famous wine, per barrel 1000 yuan; The exquisite dishes in the jade plate are worth 10 thousand yuan. I feel depressed in my chest. You can't eat without drinking. Draw your sword and look around, my heart is really at a loss. Want to cross the Yellow River, ice and snow blocked the river; If you want to climb Taihang Mountain, the vast snow has already closed the mountain.
Like Lushang Yuxi, waiting for a comeback; Yi Yin is employed by Shang Tang. How difficult it is! How difficult it is! There are many roads. Where is the real avenue? I believe that one day, I can ride the wind and waves; Hang Yun Fan high and move forward in the sea!
2. Li Bai, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, "I heard that Wang Changling moved to Longbiao kiln to the left and sent this."
Original text:
After the easy autumn, cuckoo clock, I heard you pass five streams.
I entrust my sad thoughts to the moon, hoping to accompany you to the west of Yelang.
I heard that you passed by Wuxi when the flowers fell to Zigui and cried. I put my sad thoughts on the bright moon, hoping to accompany you to Yelangxi with the wind.
3. "To Wang Lun" Tang Dynasty poet Li Bai
Original text:
Li Bai was just about to leave when he heard a farewell song from the shore.
Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love.
I was about to get on the boat and untie the cable when I heard melodious singing from the shore. Look at Taohuatan. Even though thousands of feet is deep, how can I be as grateful as Wang Lun?
4. "Drinking four bright moons alone, the first part" Tang Dynasty poet Li Bai.
Original text:
Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone.
Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.
The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.
I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring.
The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.
When you are awake, you are happy together, and when you are drunk, you go your separate ways.
I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.
Put a pot of wine among the flowers and pour it yourself. No friends or relatives. Till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon into three people before the picture. Of course, Yue Ming won't drink. Her figure follows me.
I had to form a wine companion with them for the time being. If I want to enjoy myself, I must seize the beautiful spring scenery. I sang about the moon, and my dancing figure was messy. When you wake up, you will be happy together, and when you are drunk, you will be separated. I would like to form an eternal friendship with them, forget the harm and meet at the edge of the misty galaxy.
5, "Xuanzhou Xie Tiao Villa Farewell Minister Shu Yun" Tang Dynasty poet Li Bai
Original text:
Since yesterday, I have to leave Bolt and me behind. It hurts my heart even more today.
Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine.
The bones of great writers are all your brushes. In Tianyuan, I grew up beside you, Xiao Xie.
We are all lofty distant thoughts, longing for the sky and the bright moon.
But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords and raise our glasses to drown our sorrows.
Since the world can't satisfy our desire, I will loosen my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow.
Those who left me yesterday were unstoppable, and those who disturbed my mood today made me extremely worried. In the face of this scene, Wan blew the swan geese returning to the south, and they could climb the tall buildings and have a good drink. Your article is as vigorous and fresh as the literary works of the Han Dynasty. My poetic style is as fresh and beautiful as Xie Tiao's.
We are all full of lofty sentiments and exultation, and our jumping thoughts are like flying high in the blue sky to pick the bright moon. It's like drawing a treasure knife to cut running water. The water was not cut off, but flowed faster. I raised my glass and drank heavily. I wanted to drown my sorrows in wine, but it turned out to be even more worrying. Ah! Life is so unhappy in this world, it is better to let me wander freely in the rivers and lakes in a boat tomorrow (retire from the rivers and lakes).