Time goes by, like a river entering the sea, which is gone forever; Life is too short to see the blue silk and snow in the morning and evening; The smallness of life seems to be an irreparable tragedy, and the only thing that can solve the worries is golden wine. This is Li Bai's sadness: sad but strong, sad but not hurt, extremely indignant and extremely bold. The table is lamenting that life is easy to get old, and the table is lamenting that talents are not met. The disillusionment of the ideal is caused by the dark society, and the poet is powerless to change it, so he turns the rising anger into a bold act of enjoyment, vents his dissatisfaction, dispels his worries and resists reality.