Li Bai once wrote a poem "Gift to Meng Haoran":
I love Master Meng, and he is known all over the world.
The beauty abandons the crown, and the white head lies in the pine clouds.
The moon is drunk and the saint is in the sky, and the flowers are not in your way.
The mountains are safe and you can look up to them, just to bow to the clear fragrance.
The general idea is this:
My lover Meng Haoran is famous all over the world for his romantic style. I gave up fame and fortune at a young age and followed him. He is as detached as an old man, lying quietly among the clouds under the pine trees. I raised my glass to the moon, but I kept thinking of his figure, but he was confused by the wild flowers on the roadside and forgot about me. You are as hard to reach as a mountain. I can only look at you from the foot of the mountain.