Yang Hua cried all the time and asked Longbiaoyao to cross the five streams.
I'm worried about the bright moon, and it's gone with the wind until it's gone west.
On a spring night in Los Angeles, I heard the flute Li Bai (seven times)
The sound of Yu Di's dark flying scattered into the spring breeze.
I heard that the willow was broken in this nocturne, so no one can miss his hometown.
bidding a friend farewell at jingmen ferry Li Bai (part 8)
sailing far off from Jingmen Ferry, soon you will be with people in the south.
where the mountains end and the plains begin, and the river winds through wilderness.
the moon is lifted like a mirror, sea-clouds gleam like palaces.
and the water has brought you a touch of home, to draw your boat three hundred miles.
seeing off a friend Li Bai (part 8)
with a blue line of mountains north of the wall, and east of the city a white curve of water.
here you must leave me and drift away, like a loosened water-plant hundreds of miles.
I shall think of you in a floating cloud, so in the sunset think of me.
we wave our hands to say good-bye, and my horse is neighing again and again.
it is hard to go Li Bai (eight times)
pure wine costs, for the golden cup, ten thousand coppers a flagon, the jade plate is a treasure.
I fling aside my food-sticks and cup, I cannot eat nor drink, I pull out my dagger, I peer four ways in vain.
I would cross the Yellow River, but ice chokes the ferry, the Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow.
I would sit and poise a fishing-pole, lazy by a brook, but I suddenly dream of riding a boat, sailing for the sun.
it is hard to go! Journeying is hard Don't go astray! Whither today.
I will mount a long wind some day and break the heavy waves, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea.
a Farewell to Secretary Shuyun at the Xietiao Villa in Xuanzhou Li Bai (eight episodes)
since yesterday had to throw me and bolt; Today has hurt my heart even more.
the autumn wildgeese have a long wind for escort, as I face them from this villa, drinking my wine.
the bones of great writers are your brushes, in the School of Heaven, and I am a Lesser Xie growing up by your side.
we both are exalted to distant thought, aspiring to the sky and the bright moon.
but since water still flows, though we cut it with our swords, it's even sadder to raise a glass to ease your worries.
since the world can in no way answer our craving, I will loosen my hair tomorrow and take to a fishingboat.
drinking Alone with the Moon Li Bai (part 9)
from a pot of wine among the flowers, I drank alone. There was no one with me.
till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon, to bring me my shadow and make us three.
alas, the moon was unable to drink, and my shadow tagged me vacantly;.
but still for a while I had these friends, to cheer me through the end of spring.
I sang. The moon encouraged me, I danced. My shadow tumbled after.
have sex when you wake up, and then I was drunk, and we lost one another.
shall goodwill ever be secure?, I watch the long road of the River of Stars.