My favorite writer Li Bai wrote 300 words.

Li Bai in my eyes

In my heart, there is a long shadow, which spans thousands of years up and down and is good at dancing with long sleeves. He is Li Bai with a sword and a handle.

The cold wind is rustling. This palace is resplendent and magnificent. You stand alone outside the imperial gate, thinking of the horse race in front of the Tianzitang a few months ago; If you are drunk, let Goliath take off his boots. If you want to be ordered, sing "Go out with a smile, we are lambs." At the peak of my life, the phrase "Who is like the Han Palace, poor swallow with new makeup" fascinated the imperial city. But this wonderful poem was cursed by Gao Lishi. Standing outside this palace, there are no tears, no sadness, cold wind can't make you bend over, and frustration can't overwhelm you! Yes, "I can't be happy, but I can't be happy." You left a monument in the history of poetry. In my eyes, Li Bai is proud.

Stormy waves, yellow sand flying/you sail alone, alone. You clearly hear you singing on the waves. Looking back, it was Wang Lun's figure, approaching. In an instant, friendship is full of clear water and your heart. "The flower pond is deep in thousands of feet, not as good as Wang Lun." You left, taking away a river of friendship. In my eyes.

Who drinks alone in a foreign land? In the moonlight, you raise your glass alone. No one will drink with you when you are here. In your heart, no one will appreciate you. You raised your glass and sang, "The sober people and saints of the old days are forgotten, and only great drinkers can be immortalized." Why * * * drink? "Until, holding up my cup, I asked the moon to bring me my shadow and let the three of us." Bright moon and lonely shadow, aren't they friends forever? Even if thousands of people leave, they will stay with them, a bright moon and a lonely shadow. "Flowers and horses, thousands of gold and jade, called for wine, and told you about the eternal sorrow." In my eyes, Li Bai is free and unrestrained.

Li Bai, you, a poet and a violet layman, wrote a splendid Datang with lofty sentiments.