The poem that best reflects the atmosphere of the prosperous Tang Dynasty is as follows:
"Will Enter the Wine": If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River will come up from the sky, and it will never return to the sea. Don't you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening. If you are proud of life, you must have all the joy, and don't let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon. It is my nature that my talents will be useful, and I will come back after all my money has been spent. Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle is a pleasure, and you will have to drink three hundred cups at a time.
Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, is about to drink wine, but don’t stop drinking. I sing a song with you, please listen to it for me. Bells, drums, delicacies and jade are not expensive, but I hope I will stay drunk and not wake up. In ancient times, all the sages were lonely, but only the drinkers left their names. In the old days, King Chen had a banquet and a lot of fun and banquets. What does the master mean if he has less money? It is up to you to sell it. The five-flowered horse and the golden fur will be exchanged for fine wine, and I will sell the eternal sorrow with you.
Li Bai, the great poet of the Tang Dynasty, went up to a high place to have a banquet with his friends, singing to his heart's content, smiling proudly, swaying with words, generous and heroic, expressing his thoughts directly. Climbing high and looking into the distance, the mighty Yellow River water seems to be falling from the sky, with magnificent waves and endless waves, flowing thousands of miles away and flowing into the sea in the east. The bright moon is bright, the wine is fragrant, and all the gold is gone, and you will never return until you are drunk.
"Zuo Ma Chuan is walking to send the doctor Feng to set out for the Western Expedition": Don't you see, Zuo Ma Chuan is walking by the snowy seaside, and the flat sand is vast and yellow. The wind roared on the September night in Luntai, and the gravel in the river was as big as a bucket, and the stones were scattered all over the ground in the wind. The Xiongnu grass is yellow and the horses are fat, smoke and dust are seen flying in the west of Jinshan Mountain, and the generals of the Han family are marching west.
The general did not take off his golden armor at night, and the troops fought against each other in the middle of the night. The limelight was like a knife cutting through the face. The horse hair is covered with snow and sweat is steaming, the five-flowered money is swirled into ice, and the grass and inkstone in the curtain are condensed with water. The captive cavalry should be frightened when they hear this. Unexpectedly, they don't dare to fight with short soldiers, and the chariot master Ximen stands still to show off his victory.
This is a farewell poem by Cen Shen, a famous frontier poet in the Tang Dynasty. The desert is vast, the yellow sand is flying, the scenery is beautiful and romantic, the tone is exciting and high-pitched, the pride is surging in the heart, and the pen and ink are hearty. The edge of the vast snow sea is boundless, empty and silent, and the vast yellow sand covers the sky and the sun as far as the eye can see. The wind is howling, gravel is everywhere, the soldiers are fighting, and the smoke is billowing. The cold wind is as sharp as a knife, the sweat is steaming, and the drops of water turn into ice. It is invincible and majestic.