Who is Li Bai?

God, landlord, you must be joking! ! ! Li Taibai, yeah! ! ! My idol! ! !

After Li Bai's death, a pair of dragon candles had burned only two bare sticks, but they borrowed fat from the thick tears that had already flowed out, dragging the dying fire and cheering in vain at the end of the night. On the record, the jar fell asleep underground, and the drunken guests dispersed, like crows scattered in the nest; Only Li Qinglian, who was the most drunk and drunk as mud (the whole body skeleton seemed to have taken off the tenon), still flopped down on the chair in the garden, mumbling, not knowing what to say. I can't hear the sound, and my lips are still licking; Suddenly, his eyes, covered with thick red screen, stared at the cowardly candle flame for a long time (like a little drunk himself); Like a hungry lion, he saw a small beast and looked at him silently. Then he lifted his front foot gently and slowly, and suddenly jumped forward-in this way, the candlesticks on the two corners of the table were pulled down by the drunk. "Hum! It's you, you fucking troublemaker, "he snapped." "It stopped my moon from appearing! Moon! You should come out now! Ha ha! I have cleared the obstacles for you, proud moon, why don't you come out? Are you looking down on me? Ah, not bad! You are a fairy in the Palace of Guanghan in the sky. What about me? However, Nu Wa, who teased the loess, scattered to Liuhe to lay a dust! Ah! Don't! Who doesn't know that I am the essence of Taibai? There is no Chang Geng in my mother's dream? Moon, we come from the same family. I said we are familiar! " When he was talking, he didn't notice that the black treetops gradually had a thin layer of light baking through the sky, and several leaden clouds were baked yellow layer by layer. Suddenly, an amber plate floated gently, but the higher he floated, the smaller he shrank. The color faded, until later, it turned into silvery white light-so the whole world was bathed in the crystal light of Iraq. Clusters of flower shadows are also distinct, creeping up to people's feet and snuggling up, always unable to hide-like a little poodle waking up, shaking his ears and moving to his master to fall asleep lazily. The poet's own shadow, horribly slender, was dragged to the railing five steps away and sat up. The silver light screened through the leaves jumped, and the face of the animal gnawing the ring was as stupid as a shrinking fungus. It also grinned, but it never made a sound. All the utensils on the table receive and reflect the flashing light. They are like armor in the sun. During this time, all his senses have died, and his breathing forced by wine has almost stopped; My eyes are just staring at the jade plate hanging in the blue sky. I've been watching him, watching it over and over again, and I can't get tired of it. "ah! Beautiful! " He sighed: "The beauty of Qing Dynasty! Yanmei! Does the universe exist for you? Are you here for the universe? Oh, dear! Why is it always within reach? Moon, moon! Shouldn't I love you? Do we always part like this? Moon, you always follow me shamelessly; When I am crazy about you, I want to put you down, but I can't climb you. Alas! So cruel and so kind! Moon! How can you be as cruel as the Emperor of Heaven! I want to make my sincere heart white, and the fierce thunder lashed at me again; The first few times, Yan Feng's forehead cracked and his voice broke, but he still couldn't open it. My love! My lover is holding a pheasant fan beside the emperor! You may ask the emperor, which heavenly law did I violate? Knocked me down and didn't return my calls? Oh, my god Oh, my god My sins will never be redeemed? Oh, my god Will I be imprisoned in this painful cave indefinitely? " Round and big tears rolled to the swollen chest, but they were as heavy and brilliant as mercury; It is also like a little bit of debris splashed by the bright moon that has just been smashed by dark clouds, dazzling debris. "The emperor! Since you gave them to me, I don't want them! " He added: "They, as attractive foxes, guess the jackal hard! I have no intention of writing my poem. Who wants to curse? What they mean is that people are always trying to find fault and say it is a mockery of Iraq. Ha ha! This is really a joke! Who is he? Is he a general? General, you don't have to take off my boots. Alas! But why should I write such a good poem? Isn't this self-inflicted? ..... there? Where am I worth talking about poetry? Not worthy, not worthy; Xie Xuanhui is a great poet through the ages! -General Xie wrote the poem "Yu Xia is scattered into Qi, and Chengjiang is as clean as practice", which is great-great! -but it bumps and falls like me? " Then, he straightened his chest and let out a long sigh. Only your own shadow nodded, no other sympathy? This sigh, like a bird's voice on the plain, should not be answered, so it can only sink alone, and finally it is helpless and swallowed up by the wide silent mouth. "Ah, who can explain this beauty? I remember that spring when I swam eastward and floated on the bottom of the river-the banners on both sides of the strait led the Dragon Boat to Hu Fei and circled Bishan-and sure enough, it was a waste of time to practice the whole river ... huh? Talking about him again? No! No! Yelang is full of wine and full moon. Did I complain? But I don't remember that night, I was caught on the boat! I hope to talk and laugh, learn from Zhonglian Anshi, solve some disputes for them and sweep away Chen Hu. Ha ha! Who knew he was ambitious? Oh, I'm sold! But half of it is my own fault? " In this way, he gradually fanned his gray heart, and finally, he had to drink again and put out the fire of sadness. Who knows this sorrow is like a burning bull at the bottom of the field sheet: the hot oil is soaked: the fan is crazy, and the fire is getting bigger and bigger. After all, who burned the flesh and blood, sacrificed his life and turned the silk of the blade into a colorful dragon: in this way, Li Bai's sad flame burned his phantom bottom wheel. So he said, "Moon! If it weren't for you and him, "pointing to the hip flask," if it weren't for your love, wouldn't my life be a hundred times more painful? Ah! Lovely wine naturally gave Iraq's favorite son, the poet's basic salary! Ah, the magic bow and arrow! Open the key at the bottom of Gong Qiong Palace! Gong Qiong Palace is open: there are Quanming Book History, Lingling Strange Words and Hua Xian; There are also Qiong Yao's porch and golden pavilion; There is also a spirit wind blowing a flag of discontent and pushing a cloud car. Fairy moths with beautiful clothes and exquisite colors are everywhere, giving people a thrilling paradise. Ah! It is a beautiful Penglai world, gently locked by a layer of silver dreams! Ah! Moon! The moon is out of reach! When I look at the season when you are lost in thought, I only feel that your incredible beauty melts my whole body into a mass of water, and then your magical power of lifting the bottom of the tide sucks me up and floats to the jasper grassland full of rhinestones; At this time, my shoulders suddenly opened a pair of wings, and Zhang Yue was bigger. I wandered in the air like a Dapeng, floating on the octupole table. Oh, moon, I dare not look at you now! Your too strong light stung my heart. ..... Suddenly a faint fragrance stirred my nostrils, and I shivered and my eyes widened ... Oh! What a beautiful face! Ugly world! Have you ever had such a copy there? Ah! This arrangement is so harmonious and correct, just like the music of Husband and Wife and Ming Di! Oh, how can I trust my naked eyes? I don't believe there is such beauty in the universe! Ah, bold me, I am not ashamed, how dare I appear in front of Iraq! Ah! Stupid, stupid! -at this time, I only feel dizzy and my heart is bleeding; I feel like a rotten stone, thrown by the scavenger at the bottom of the upper bound, into an endless dark void, falling, falling, never falling, never ending! At the beginning of the month, I was still peeking at the bottom of the pool, hanging my hair in the glass window like a beauty; Today, I have moved out and came to Chixi. I don't know what the whispering at the end of the night broke, and Chibo wrinkled, which provoked Yi's demure smile. The intoxicated poet suddenly stood up again and staggered to the pool to see the glittering and translucent waves. When he saw the moon, he was surprised to think: How can there be another Iraq here? Strange! Strange! Is it true that I have been in love twice in two months? Did Yi slip into this pool when he sent me down? -So he wants to know ... a lively stream at the foot poured into the pool, and it was stuffed in his throat by a little vigorous calamus. He giggled and swallowed it, like vomiting and couldn't breathe. He was taken aback and couldn't help crying: "Oh dear! Love! Drowned, I can't make any noise! " He turned over, jumped into the pool and hugged Yi. Yi disappeared, and he cried even more panic, but he didn't know that he could not make any noise! He struggled to jump up, looked up again and saw that the round moon was still safely stuck in the sky. His strength is exhausted, and so is his breath. He wanted to laugh, but he just wanted to say, "I saved Iraq from heaven!" " "