Li Bai's Sleepwalking in Heaven: oh, how can I gravely bow and scrape to men of high rank and men of high office, who never will suffer being shown an honest-hearted face! The full text is as follows: tianmu Mountain Ascended in a Dream, Li Bai, a seafaring visitor will talk about Japan and which waters and mists conceal beyond approach. But Yueh people talk about Heavenly Mother Mountain, still seen through its varying deeps of cloud. In a straight line to heaven, its summit enters heaven, tops the five Holy Peaks, and casts a shadow through China. With the hundred-mile length of the Heavenly Terrace Range, which, just at this point, begins turning southeast. My heart and my dreams are in Wu and Yueh, flying over the Mirror Lake Moon overnight. And the moon lights my shadow, and me to Yan River. With the hermitage of Xie still there, green water rippling and apes chirping, I wear pegged boots which were first used by Xie, up a ladder of blue cloud. Sunny ocean half-way, holy cock-crow in space. A thousand twists and turns, flowers lure me, rocks ease me. Day suddenly ends. Bears, dragons, tempestuous on mountain and river, the forest is deep, and the top of the floor is shocking. Clouds darken with darkness of rain, streams pale with pallor of mist. The Gods of Thunder and Lightning, the hills are crumbling. The stone gate breaks asunder, venting in the pit of heaven. An impenetrable shadow, but now the sun and moon illumine a gold and silver terrace. And, clad in rainbow garments, riding on the wind, come the queens of all the clouds, descending one by one. With tigers for their lute-players and phoenixes for dancers, row upon row, like fields of hemp, range the fairy figures. I move, my soul goes flying, suddenly started up and grew long. My pillow and my matting, are the lost clouds I was in. And this is the way it always is with human joy, ten thousand things run for ever like water toward the east. And so I take my leave of you, not knowing for how long? But let me, on my green slope, raise a white deer, and ride to you, great mountain, when I have need of you. Oh, how can I gravely bow and scrape to men of high rank and men of high office, who never will suffer being shown an honest-hearted face! People traveling on the sea talk about Yingzhou, where immortals live. The smog and waves are boundless, which is really hard to find. People who cross the country talk about Tianmu Mountain, and they can still see it in the mist and glow. Tianmu Mountain towering into the sky, connected to the sky, horizontally out of the sky. The mountain is higher than the Five Mountains and over Chicheng Mountain. Tiantai Mountain is 48, feet high, and it seems to lean to the east and west to bow down to Tianmu Mountain. Therefore, I want to sleepwalk in wuyue, and one night, I flew across the mirror lake reflected by the bright moon. The moonlight on Jinghu Lake shines on my shadow and has sent me to Tongxi. The place where Xie Lingyun lived is still there today, with clear water rippling and apes singing. Wearing Xie Gong's special wooden shoes on his feet, he climbed a stone ladder as steep as a green ladder. Halfway up the mountain, I saw the sunrise on the sea, and the sound of the pheasant came from the air. The mountain road twists and turns, the direction is uncertain, and it is dark to enjoy the charming mountain flowers by leaning on the stone. Xiong Pao Long Yin shook the clear spring of the rock, the dense forest trembled for it, and the mountain peaks trembled for it. The clouds were dark, as if it were going to rain, and the water waves fluctuated and produced smoke. Lightning flashed and thunder roared, and the mountain seemed to collapse. The stone gate of the immortals' abode of fairies cracked from the middle. It's dark and you can't see the bottom of the cave, and the sun and the moon shine on the gold and silver platform. Make clothes with rainbows and ride the wind as horses, and the immortals in the clouds come down one after another. The tiger plays the piano, and the husband and wife pull the cart. Fairy gates are lined up, as dense as hemp. Suddenly shocked, I woke up in a trance and sighed long. When I woke up, I only had the pillow mat around me. The beautiful fairyland in my dream just now has disappeared. So much for the joy in the world. Since ancient times, everything has gone like flowing water. When will you come back separately from Jun? For the time being, I will graze the white deer among the green cliffs, and then ride it to visit the famous mountains in Sichuan. How can I bow my head and serve the powerful, making my heart unhappy and extremely uncomfortable! Author's brief introduction: Li Bai (71 ~ 762) was born in Chengji, Longxi (now southwest of Jingning County, Gansu Province). Live less in Shu, study and learn. At the age of twenty-five, he traveled far from Sichuan and lived in Lu County. You traveled to Chang 'an (now Xi 'an City, Shaanxi Province) to seek fame, but you were frustrated and returned to the east. At the beginning of Tianbao, he was sent to Beijing by imperial edict to worship the Hanlin. Soon he was exiled from Beijing and wandered around. An Shi went into chaos and entered the military curtain of Yong Wang Li Lin; And Yong Wang was killed by Su Zong, and was imprisoned and exiled to Yelang (now northwest of Zheng 'an County, Guizhou Province) because of his involvement. In case of forgiveness, he returned to the east, and the guest died when he was ordered by Li Yangbing. Bai Juyi, another poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote a poem, "But the poet is the most unlucky, and he will be reduced to nothing like a king", which is a portrayal of his lonely and sad life experience. However, he reflected the reality with his romantic poems, painted mountains and rivers, expressed his lofty aspirations and chanted lofty sentiments, thus becoming a great poet with eternal light.
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