What a violet! Elegant and graceful, the breeze is blowing, and the clear water reflects his graceful manner, which is wonderful, so he smiles and looks down at the flowers.
He is gentle and honest, like a clean white lotus, blooming at the top of the snowy mountain. Birds fly high, and lonely clouds go to leisure alone. What a lofty and aloof person! What a shocking experience! Facing the impermanence of the world, but with incomparable pride and talent to pay. The tall buildings of the temple on the mountain are really high, like a hundred feet. People upstairs are like a hand that can pick off the stars in the sky. Draw your sword and look around, and the mountain and river-like masculinity burst out irresistibly. He longed for a thousand bottles of sake and was ashamed of it. His works, like meteors, shed a long dazzling light in the historical sky.
He traveled in splendid places, with flowers like embroidered cheeks and rivers like fireflies, and he was intoxicated. He stood on a high cliff, in front of the running water, with a pot of good wine in his left hand and a long pen in his right. The wind blew, and his skirt fluttered with the wind, free and easy. Looking at Mount Emei and the moon, you can fly in "nine days". So idle, so idle, how to use the word "idle"? The scenic spots in the Central Plains left his footprints, and he wrote a magnificent chapter of lofty sentiments with full talent, which was magnificent and poetic! He makes friends with heroes, and drinks with friends in Full Moon to express his feelings. Even though he is outside thousands of feet, his friendship is not so deep. A bosom friend is hard to find, so cherish it. The saddest place in the world is this farewell acie law. In front of the Yellow Crane Tower, he said goodbye to Meng Haoran and was reluctant to go. Perhaps the literati always say "nothing to say", but looking back, I saw a lonely shadow standing on the river, staring at a friend, like a sculpture, until the lonely sail went away, only to see the flowing water of the Yangtze River. Chunfeng knows well that she does not suffer hardships and does not send Yangliuqing. But in the complicated world, how many people can understand this friendship shrouded in the holy light?
Looking back on 755, he entered the eternal king's curtain, and was once exiled to the frontier, and he still wrote poems. His passionate words were combined with Wang Yang's unrestrained artistic spirit, and his unrestrained style led future generations into the ups and downs of passionate artistic conception, like a waterfall, which made a wonderful life. You know, he is such a bold and unconstrained person. Ambitious and easygoing violets; Changhong Xi, poet Li Bai!