Give me some of Li Bai's coolest poems.

The most atmospheric and desolate scenery description in Li Bai's classic poems: how the water of the Yellow River moved out of the sky and into the sea, never to return. The most confident poem: I was born useful, spinning a thousand pieces of silver, come back! ! The most arrogant and uninhibited sentence: laugh at the sky and go out, are we Artemisia people? The most helpless poem: The road is long, but it's Xiu Yuan. It is most in line with Jin Yong's setting: three cups of spit promises, five mountains are light, and the most popular sad poem: But since the water is still flowing, although it is cut with a sword, raise a glass to eliminate sorrow. Li Bai's special poem: how beautiful she is, opening the pearl window and sitting on her brow. I only saw her tears wet her cheeks, and I don't know if she hates herself or herself. The most exquisite landscape description: clouds are darkened by the darkness of rain, and streams are pale by the pallor of fog. Poetry has become a classic idiom: one person's strength is above ten thousand people. The most thrilling description of the scenery: the flying stream goes straight down to thousands of feet, and it is suspected that the Milky Way has set for nine days. The loneliest feeling: till's most puzzling sentence, holding up my cup, I asked for the bright moon and brought me my shadow, which made us three: I pulled out my dagger, and I peeped in vain at the most tearful poem in four directions: This is a shame drifting from mother to mother, and you can't eat three thanks. China people are most familiar with the classic poem: There is such bright light at the foot of my bed, is there frost already? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. The most artistic poem: the mountain is flat and primitive, and the river winds through the wilderness. The saddest sentence: I pulled out my dagger from a pot of wine among the flowers, and when I was drinking alone, I peeped in four directions in vain. No one accompanied me, it was the most wretched one: when the beauty came, it was full of flowers, and when the beauty left, she stayed under the bed, embroidered and rolled up without sleeping. So far, I have never been tired of hearing Yu Xiang's most artistic poems for three years, only Jingting Mountain. The most ambitious: kill one person in ten steps and stay a thousand miles away! The brightest sunshine incense burner produces purple smoke, and the bloodiest ones prepare themselves with their teeth and fangs, killing people like hemp. Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those high-ranking people? People in high positions have the most backbone, and those who will never be seen with sincere faces are the most helpless. Cui Hao wrote a poem about the strongest life in the world. The most meaningless thing is to drink and climb the stairs: sigh. The most depressing poem: Big Pengfei, eight generations of shock, heaven is powerless to destroy. The afterwind excited me. I swam with the help of mulberry trees. Later generations have this story, Zhong Ni died, who cried! The most Bai Juyi style: Li Bai was about to go by boat when he suddenly heard singing on the shore. The most ambitious: the bright moon rises from the mountains in the sky, and in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds, the wind blows through Yumen Pass from thousands of miles away. The most sensational: Peach Blossom Pond is deeper in thousands of feet than in Wang Lun. The most embarrassing thing: ask Yu why he lives in the blue mountain, and smile without answering his heart. Peach blossoms are opening, and it is another world. The most romantic and affectionate: I will think of you in the clouds, so think of me in the sunset. The purest: when you, my love, ride a bamboo horse, run in circles and throw your childhood. Most resentful: the grass in your north is blue as jade, and the mulberry here is curved and green. When you miss your hometown, you were missed and sad a long time ago. The bleakest west wind setting sun, the most heroic cloud of Han tombs: Ah, how can I bow and scrape to those high-ranking officials whose sincere faces will never be seen! But the poem "Friends Day" was withdrawn, and the jade was empty. The richest sentence: spin 1000 pieces of silver, all come back! . Most bloodthirsty: Xiangyun lives in the dawn array, and He Changhong is bloodthirsty. The most chic: The Yellow River falls into the East China Sea, and Wan Li writes it in his heart. The most sublime: the curtains are rolled up, as if someone is pulling them open, and the moon is coming in directly, with no intention of guessing. The most contrary to the party's national policy, the most unfavorable to the construction of a harmonious society: the enemy can be destroyed, the head can be destroyed, and the intestines are involved in blood. Hanging in the sky, with beard and purple plug buried. Hu Wuming, Han Daochang. I am a madman in the state of Chu. He sang a crazy song, challenging the noblest and most conceited things of Confucius: painting his white stone and playing my pipa. Youth ambition, even in the city, can end a person's life between a glass of wine. The hardest way: This kind of travel is more difficult than climbing the mountain. The blue sky is a vast river, but I don't need to look at Li Bai's self-introduction: Answer Paulus Johannes, Huzhou people, who is Bai, a violet, a layman, and a restaurant with a hidden name of Thirty Springs. Huzhou Sima why ask, Jin Su Tathagata should come back. Other widely circulated poems, two people fall in love, one cup after another. I'm so drunk, I'm going to bed. When the Ming Dynasty first arrived, it snowed at night. What a lovely piano locked in a bright mirror! Since the world can't satisfy our desire, I will loosen my hair and go fishing tomorrow. Acacia knows when to meet. At this time, it is embarrassing to know that the soldier is the murder weapon. Pulling out my dagger's face, I peeped around in the void mountain, and the peach blossom pool was deep in thousands of feet, not as good as Wang Lun's affair. I brushed my clothes and hid them, and the apes on both sides of the strait cried. The canoe has passed Chung Shan Man. I sang. The moon encouraged me, and my dance was messy. One day, I will ride the wind and waves, sail straight up, ride the wind across the deep-sea Dapeng, and soar nine Wan Li! One day, I will ride the long wind, break through the huge waves, raise my muddy sails and cross the deep sea! We all hold high our yearning for the distance and want to go to the sky to embrace the sun and the moon.