Li Baili Baiwangwei
Li Bai sailed out of the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and it rained and dusty in Weicheng.
Suddenly I heard songs on the shore and fireworks coming down to Yangzhou in March. The guest rooms are green and willow.
Peach Blossom Pond is deep, thousands of feet sails far, and the sky is blue. I suggest you drink more.
Why don't you see me off in Wang Lun? I only see the Yangtze River flowing in the sky. There is no reason to go out of Yangguan in the west.