Talking about Li Bai

Sitting alone in the autumn night, I am touching your noble soul. Under the moon in a different place, your hair is stretched by the wind in your hometown, and you freeze the autumn wind into the autumn frost of your hair. Moonlight is fermented into a glass of wine by your romantic pen. The flowers are gone, the rules are light, and the wine is on the moon. You send your troubles to the bright moon, leave your troubles impetuous, and leave a peace of mind that supports your life. The wine in your heart is already a poem of years, always surging in your eyes. Peach blossoms cross the river, fragrant grass is delicious, and English is colorful. The peach blossoms on the shore can't keep your footsteps, but Wang Lun's singing makes you stop. That song is measured by your true feelings, but it is deeper than the Peach Blossom Pond. So, you go all the way with the blessing of your friends. In front of the Yellow Crane Tower, in the spring of March, fireworks are flying. You and Haoran have a drink for a change. Outside the window, the river and the sea are boundless, the cup is full of true feelings, and the collision between heart and heart makes generate show sincerity, dancing with fireworks in the parting wind. Your blessing has finally turned into that piece of white sail, with old friends, far away in the blue sky and green water. Haoran is gone, but your eyes are already rolling in the Yangtze River. You like to indulge in mountains and rivers, but you are always suffering from the pain of separation and the joy of gathering. You experience the truth of life in joy and pain. In Chang 'an Palace, the songs and dances are peaceful, and they are having an affair. You use your literati's unruly, make those flatterers submit to your pride. Wandering in the officialdom, your arrogance is contradictory to your concept of helping the poor and ensuring peace. It is your passionate dream that Dapeng will rise with the wind one day, but your political childlike innocence will never reach the height of Wan Li. Youth and dreams are intertwined, you groan in pain, and you sing aloud. All the flavors have been made into wine by you. In the difficult time, even if I can't eat, my heart is at a loss, but there is still a call to break the waves and sail to save the sea. If you want to go to the sky, it is difficult to win the bright moon. If you want to help the sea, there is no boat. So you draw a sword and cut off water, raise a glass to drown your sorrows, and fight hard for your soul. Don't you know that in your soul, the free thought that the wind sings and laughs at Kong Qiu and all governors are equal always impacts your soul, making you equal with governors and despising emperors and princes? Your soul has been sublimated in words, and your life has been enlarged by future generations in the history of the Tang Dynasty. On Tianmu Mountain, beautiful scenery, drunk. Drunk, you searched for another day. That is the sky of your soul, the Yellow River Kunlun gives you comfort and understanding, and the water of the Milky Way gives you aura of heaven and earth. The mountain wind plays your surging heart rhyme. Proud personality and charming charm fly in your poems. You are free and easy without indulgence, and drunk without drunkenness. You have liberated your soul with your poems. You seem to be calling on future generations with your poems. The purity of nature is the habitat of the soul. Poetry is also a person when people reach heights, and people are also poems. Thousands of years later, when I approached you, I was in tears.