On the day you return to Shimen, the red fire begins to change the wood.
If the spring grass is sentimental, the mountains are still green.
Zhe Fang is ashamed to recall that it was the same day on the eternal road.
Foresight is the heart of the old man, and this is enough for his whole life.
The huge sea accommodates hundreds of rivers, and Linge has many talented people.
Present books to the Golden Palace, drink wine and serve at the Qiong Banquet.
The white clouds sing repeatedly, and I respectfully hear the yellow bamboo chapter.
The grace and light are poor, and the clouds and Han Dynasties hope to move.
If the Mingding tripod is clouded, the flat boat will be in vain.
I will stay in Kinmen while you go to sleep in Danhe.
In the failed three-mountain period, I enjoy the joy of a hill in the distance.
Xuanzhu is sent to the image, but the red water is not empty.
I would like to see seagulls from the east and grow yams from the west together.
Lord Qiyan is dead, and there are still dragons and worms left in the world.
Good times are not rewarded, and you should live in leisure forever.
Birds sing in the trees under the eaves, flowers fall in the windows and books are written under the windows.
I can see green wisps on the edge of the stream, and see red pods across the creek.
Picking weeds, laughing and singing, why do you love me so much?
The moon rises between the stone mirrors, and the pine trees sing in the organ.
The heart is empty and wonderful, and the external things are empty and decadent.
Life experience is like two forgotten things, and I always smoke and drink from you.
——Li Bai