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A thousand years ago, Shu Lang's arrogant laughter made ripples in time and space, accompanied by that earth-shattering name-Li Bai.
Do you remember? The first poem we came into contact with when we were young was written by Li Bai. "Looking up, I found that it was moonlight, and it sank back, and I suddenly remembered home." When I first read it, I was still a child. How can I understand the deep helplessness and sadness contained in this cross? I just feel that the language is more simple and easier to understand than other poems.
Now open a book, and a thousand years will pass at your fingertips. Recite every word gently, just to find you, a star in the long history.
After you finish, brush off your clothes, don't show any sound, and hide in the depths.
In the golden palace, you put wine in the wind, and your clothes were fluttering and arrogant, so that Lux took off his boots and the imperial concubine studied ink. Who is as bold as you? Who has your arrogance? Who is as talented and famous as you?
But it is precisely because of this that you have been hurt by officials, because a misinterpreted poem was slandered, and your career has been down and out since then, while for others, there is only the sorrow of demoting officials. However, have you ever written all your grief and indignation like those mediocre laymen? Have you ever been bustling and unhappy all day because of the fame and fortune in officialdom? Your name is violet, you are free from mortal dust, and your heart is pure and innocent.
Yes, you are a violet-a pure and simple lotus! You shouldn't exist in this bustling world of mortals. The world is vulgar and will pollute your plain lotus, but you still exist-live your own heroic and wild life.
Since the world can't satisfy our desire, I will loosen my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow.
You are always so unruly! "Li Bai fights wine poems and sleeps in Chang 'an Restaurant. The son of heaven called instead of getting on the boat and claimed that I was Brewmaster. "What a fallen fairy!" Son of heaven, who is it? "You question, you laugh, you are drunk. What princes and nobles, sons of heaven and old children, all lost in your wine, conjured up a free Li Bai-I am a madman in Chu, and sang a crazy song arguing with Confucius.
Get drunk forever, Li Bai!
You are so happy and free. "I sang. The moon encourages me and I dance. My shadow is rolling in the back. Wandering around, where is your home? "Until, holding up my cup, I asked the moon to bring me my shadow and make the three of us", the moon and wine are your only companions. In this desolate place, you mistake the cold moon for your hometown and raise your hand to hug. Maybe the cool and quiet moon palace is the home you remember. ...
The ancients did not see this month, and this month was according to the ancients.