The foot of my bed is shining brightly, and I suspect there is frost on the ground. I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. Maybe that's where I came into contact with you!
You wrote a poetic world with your brush strokes. The green hills on both sides of the strait are opposite, and you come and I go. How does the water of the Yellow River leave the sky and enter the sea? It is gone forever. How many beautiful scenery you have seen, how many rugged places you have walked through, in front of friends, you uttered a sound deep in the Peach Blossom Pond in thousands of feet, which is not as good as Wang Lun's feelings for me; In the face of parting, you said that the sky was far away, and you did your best to hold the cup in your hand. You use your lonely sail to make a far-reaching shadow of the blue sky, and only watch the Yangtze River flow outline a beautiful picture. Since God has given you a gift to use, let it work! Spin a thousand silver coins and they're all back! To express their optimistic and open-minded attitude.
Your arrogant personality makes you romantic, and more than 900 poems make you a poet. You don't want fame and fortune, but you are eager to feed horses, cut wood and travel around the world. You dare to express your inner dissatisfaction. You used your unique way to protest those ugly faces, and you won many praises and praises from the world with your delicate brushwork.
Since the world can't satisfy our desire, I will let go of my hair and get on the fishing boat tomorrow, but since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords and drown our sorrows in wine. When they are unhappy, do you firmly believe that one day I will ride the wind and waves and sail straight across the deep sea? Oh, let a courageous person go where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon! ... how much laughter and sadness did you write? After experiencing the hardships of life, you shouted "Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those dignitaries who will never suffer" and embarked on a pleasant journey.
Li Bai, you are Mount Everest in the Tang poetry, and you are the long river of Wan Li in the spiritual world. You have moistened generations of descendants with your poems for thousands of years, and you have sublimated yourself to an unattainable height in this eternity!