Life in Jianghu-Li Bai
When the world comes out of our generation and enters the rivers and lakes,
When you are talking and laughing, you can't live a drunken life.
Riding a ghost rain with a sword, bones flying like mountains and birds flying,
A tidal wave of people with dust is just sighing for a few people in the Jianghu.
Chrysanthemum Poetry-Huang Chao
The west wind is rustling all over the courtyard, and cold butterflies are hard to come by.
If I were Di Qing next year, I would report to Taohua.
Waiting for September 8 of the lunar autumn,
Blooming chrysanthemums are in full bloom, Chang 'an is fragrant, the city is bathed in the fragrance of chrysanthemums-Italy, and the land is like golden chrysanthemums.
Chivalrous man-Li Bai
The swordsmen of Zhao are dotted with tassels at will, and their swords are as bright as Shuang Shuang. The silver saddle and the white horse set each other off and galloped.
Within ten steps, kill one person, cross a thousand miles, leave no one behind. After you finish, brush off your clothes, don't show any sound, and hide in the depths.
Sometimes when I'm free, I walk through the county town, have a drink, and cross my sword over my knees. Eat meat with the sea and drink with Hou Ying in a big bowl.
Three cups of spit, five mountains are light. After dizziness and ear fever, I am full of energy and enthusiasm.
When Zhao was captured, the soldiers and civilians in the city were frightened. Hai and Hou Yingcai are real warriors of the second century, and they are famous in the whole city.
As a knight, the death of chivalrous bone is also fragrant, and it is worthy of being a hero. Who can learn Confucian scholars, stay in books all his life, have white hair, and still write the Xuanjing? .
Peach Blossom Temple Song-Tang Yin
Taohuawu Taohua Temple, Taohuaguan Taohuaxian.
Peach Fairy nurtures peach trees and breaks flower branches for drinking.
When you wake up, you just sit in front of the flowers, and when you are drunk, you will sleep.
Before and after the flowers, day after day, drunk every year.
I don't want to bow in front of horses and chariots, but I want to die of old age.
Cars, dust and horses are interesting, and hops are poor.
If the revealer is compared to a hermit, one is underground and the other is in heaven.
If we compare Hua San to horses and chariots, I will have no leisure.
Others laugh at me for being crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to see through it.
There are no graves of Hao Jie in Wuling, no flowers, no wine, and no hoes to plow the fields.