Floating through thousands of years of clouds and smoke, I met you on a moonlit night in the Tang Dynasty. You may be drunk, but I am still willing to pick up the bright moonlight in front of your bed, light up the pure light in your heart, and catch a glimpse of the coldness flowing in your free soul.
As a Hanlin bachelor, you should be proud of it, but you are still drunk in the Chenxiang Pavilion and disdainful of secular officialdom. You only define yourself as a poet who writes romance, and from then on you wander around the world, accompanied by wine.
As a swordsman, you should wield the light and shadow of the sword, but you are still sleepwalking in front of the flowers and under the moon under the "Falling Flowers Fill My Clothes". You are full of passion, but you can't find the emotion of serving the country. However, you are still chic, still dreaming of a swordsman, and never leave your body with a sword.
As an alcoholic, you should turn your head to the sky and drink three glasses of wine before getting drunk, but you only say, "Raise a glass to relieve your sorrow and make it worse." For you, wine is more like a confidant. You carry it with you to walk on the clouds, travel through the ages, and transform into the stars in the sky with it, looking at eternity together.
This is you, Li Bai. Changing identity, but always an unyielding soul. Half the life is free and unrestrained, half the life is depressed, half the life is crazy, half the life is famous. Maybe, you just want to take a sip of sake, compose a poem, and watch the flowers in the pavilion quietly after the prosperity is over.
Intention: The more we pursue something, the more it will hurt us