Li Bai
June don't you see that the waters of the Yellow River come from the sky, and run to the sea without return.
Don't you see the sad gray hair in the mirror?
Born to be useful, a thousand gold is scattered and come back.
We must enjoy life to the fullest, don't make the golden bottle empty to the moon.
Cooking sheep and slaughtering cows is a pleasure, and I will drink 300 cups in one go.
Cen Fu Zi, Dan Qiusheng, will enter the wine, you do not stop.
Sing a song with you, please listen for me.
The bells and drums are not precious enough, but I wish to be drunk for a long time and not want to wake up.
All the sages and sages of the past are lonely, but only the drinkers keep their names.
The king of Chen used to feast in Pingle, and he drank ten thousand cups of wine.
Why did the host say that he had little money to spend?
This is the first time I've ever seen a horse with five flowers and a thousand furs, and I'm sure I'll be able to exchange them for a fine wine, so I'll be able to share the sorrows of the past with you.
The Song of Eternal Hatred
Bai Juyi
The Emperor of the Han Dynasty was very interested in the color of his country, and he was unable to find it for many years.
The Yang family has a daughter who has grown up, but she has been kept in the dark.
Born to be a beautiful woman, she was chosen to be with the king.
Smiling back, a hundred winks of charm were born, and the six palaces were colorless.
The spring cold gives a bath in the Huaqing Pond, and the warm water washes away the gelatinous fat.
The servant helped her up and she was weak, but it was the first time that she received a new favor.
The clouds and temples, the flowers and faces of the golden steps, and the lotus tent is warm for the spring night.
The night is short and the sun rises high, and from now on the king does not go to court in the morning.
There is no time for pleasure, and the night is a special night for the spring tour.
Three thousand beauties in the harem, three thousand favorites in one.
The golden house is made up to serve the night, and the jade palace is drunk and spring.
Sisters and brothers are all listed in the earth, the poor colorful birth portal.
This is the first time I've seen the world's parents, and I'm sure they'll be happy to see me again.
The LIXIL Palace is high up in the green clouds, and the immortal music is heard everywhere.
Songs and dances are slow, and the king cannot see enough.
The drums and drums of fishing and sun-drums are moving on the ground, breaking the neon garments and feathered clothes.
Smoke and dust are rising from the city, and thousands of riders are traveling in the southwest.
Cuihua's swaying line was stopped again and again, and it was more than a hundred miles west of the capital gate.
The six armies were not sent out, but they died before their horses.
The flower inlays were left uncollected, and the sparrow's head was scratched.
The king couldn't save me, but I saw my blood and tears flow together.
The winds of the Huang'ei are scattered, and the cloud stacks are winding their way up to the Sword Pavilion.
There are few people traveling under Emei Mountain, and the sun is thin on the flags.
The water of the Shu River is blue, and the mountains are green.
The moon is a sad color in the palace, and the bells are a broken sound in the night rain.
The sky is spinning and the dragon is riding back, so I can't go to this place.
In the mud at the bottom of the Mawei slope, the jade face is not seen in the empty place of death.
The king and his ministers were all covered in clothes, and they looked eastward at the capital gate and believed in the return of their horses.
All the pools and gardens are still the same, and the hibiscus and willow are still the same.
The hibiscus is like a willow, and the willow is like an eyebrow.
The peach and plum blossoms bloom in the spring wind, and the sycamore leaves fall in the fall rain.
There are many autumn grasses in the south of the Western Palace, and the fallen leaves are all over the steps.
The white hair of the students in the pear orchard is new, and the green hair of the supervisors in the pepper room is old.
The evening halls are filled with fireflies, and the lonely lamps are not yet ready for sleep.
The bells and drums are late, and the stars are nagging at the dawn of the day.
They are the first to be able to see the world, and the first to be able to see the world.
This is the first time that I have seen a man's face in the world, and it is the first time that I have seen a woman's face in the world.
The Qionglong Taoist monk Hongdu guest, can be sincere to the soul.
This is the first time I have ever seen a man who has been in the world for a long time, and I have never seen a man who has been in the world for a long time.
The monk's spirit is a spirit of the king, a spirit of the king, a spirit of the king, a spirit of the king, a spirit of the king.
The Yellow Springs were a place where the sky and the earth were both lost in the darkness.
Suddenly I heard that there is an immortal mountain on the sea.
The pavilions are exquisite, and there are many fairies among them.
There is one person who is called Taizhen, with snowy skin and flowery appearance.
Bibimbap in the west room of the Golden Temple, and I told Jade to report to her.
It is said that the Han family was envoyed by the son of heaven, and I was frightened by the dream in the tent of Jiuhua.
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world with a bibliotheca, a bibliotheca, a bibliotheca.
The cloudy bun is halfway to the new bed, and the flowery crown is not whole to come down to the hall.
The wind is blowing and the sleeves of the immortals are floating, just like the dance of the neon dresses and feathered garments.
The jade face is lonely, and the pear blossom is in the rain.
They are the first to be able to see the king's face, and they are all gone.
The love in the hall of Zhaoyang is over, and the days and months in the palace of Pengcai are long.
Looking back at the world, I saw no Chang'an, no dust and fog.
The only thing I can show my deep love is the old ????????.
The hairpin is a fan of one strand, and the hairpin is a coin of gold.
But I hope that my heart will be as strong as a gold tin, and that we will meet again in heaven and on earth.
This is the first time I've sent a letter to you, and I'm sure you'll be able to tell me what you want to know.
The seventh day of the seventh month in the Hall of Eternal Life, when no one is whispering in the middle of the night.
It is my wish to be a bird with two wings in the sky, and to be a branch with two branches on earth.
The sky is long and the earth is long, and this hatred has no expiration date.