The incense burner in Rizhao gives off purple smoke, and the waterfall hangs in front of Sichuan in the distance.
It's flying down three thousands of feet, and it's suspected that the Milky Way has set for nine days.
Coming into the wine
Li Bai
I don't see you, how the Yellow River's waters move out of heaven, entering the ocean, never to return.
I don't see you, how lovely locks in bright mirrors in high chambers, though silken-black at morning, have changed by night to snow.
oh, let a man of spirit venture where he pleases, and never tip his golden cup empty toward the moon!.
since heaven gave the talent, let it be employed!, spin a thousand pieces of silver, all of them come back!.
cook a sheep, kill a cow, whet the appetite, and make me, of three hundred bowls, one long drink!.
master cen, Dan qiusheng, will drink, and don't stop drinking.
let me sing you a song!, please listen to me.
why are bells and drums full of jade? I hope I won't wake up when I'm drunk.
in sober men of olden days and sages are forgotten, only the drinker keeps his name.
prince Chen paid at a banquet in the Palace of Perfection, ten thousand coins for a cask of wine, with many a laugh and quip.
why say, my host, that your money is gone?, go and buy wine and we'll drink it together!.
five-flowered horse, thousand-golden-golden-qiu, and hand them to the boy to exchange for good wine, share the same sorrow with you.
For Wang Lun Tang Li Bai
Li Bai was about to go in a boat when
he suddenly heard singing on the shore.
Peach Blossom Pond is deep in thousands of feet,
It is not as good as Wang Lun's.