Dynasty: Tang Author: Li Bai
Life is full of flowers and the light is beautiful.
Spring breeze around the tree head, the sun and the chemical industry.
I only know that the rain and dew are greedy, but I can't smell it.
When I used to fly into the bones, I was miserable when I saw the pawnshop grave.
Pine and cypress glow in the morning, and misty mountain Ding Cun.
Dead moon spirit, no complicated glass soul.
Finish this and scream at Kunlun.
The meaning of drunkenness is not in wine, but the stars are visible.
Write a short article about bald pine in Lu Jing.
Painting, such as writing,
Pen, pen, snake.
Count the frost, moss and ink,
All the flowers are old and dry.
A thousand years of snow and snow,
There is nothing strange about age.
Spring comes from green,
Birds sing the morning glow.
Why not put pen to paper,
To see my career.
That's a bee butterfly,
Purely pursuing prosperity.
Leave a stone pond after the storm and give it to Dazhong.
Changhong hangs like a seal script, and the hole is like a painting screen.
Farmers help solve problems, and fishermen cast nets in the sun.
When I heard the flute, I was nostalgic. Che Yin collected fireflies at the window.
Lying alone in a small village without a moon, I still listen to reading at night.
Sorry, only a few words are written in Chinese characters!