Can you provide some poems that are dissatisfied with reality?

But since the water is still flowing, even though we cut it with the sword, the sadness is still flowing, even though we drown them with wine-Li Bai's "Xuanzhou Xielou Farewell School Book Shu Yun"

Pure wine for a gold cup, ten thousand copper coins for a hip flask, and ten thousand yuan for a jade plate. I left my rice stick and cups and lamps, and I couldn't eat or drink. I pulled out my dagger and peeped around in vain. -Li Bai, "It's hard to go"

Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. -the first part of Li Bai's "Drinking Four Bright Moons Alone".