Poems, Wine, Rivers, Mountains, Swords and Songs

Li Bai in the prosperous Tang Dynasty was a man of poetry and swordsmanship for half his life. He once lay drunk in Chang'an and practiced martial arts with the Sword Master Pei Min. He had brocade in his chest and his pen was astonishing to the wind and rain. However, he was trapped in the small world. His poems could not break the shackles of the world, and his sword could not cut off the injustice in the world. With an upright tone, I feel sad for a long time. The soul falls into another world and steps into the world of mortals again. No spiritual roots, no cultivation. He never wields a sword in the sky, but only travels thousands of miles of mountains and rivers. The powerful enemy is condescending, and the immortal method is overwhelming - he stands on the earth, uses poetry as the blade, draws on the ancient context, and borrows the power of heaven and earth; with the sword as the heart, he maintains his pride and breaks the shackles of the world. The elegance of the previous dynasty, the famous poems of close friends, and the arrogance of enemies can all be transformed into the heart of poetry; landscapes, wind, moon, ups and downs of joy and sorrow, and all kinds of human situations can all be condensed into the force of a sword. His poems have gone from quatrains in the mortal world to shaking the heavens; his sword, inherited from his master, can eventually surpass the past and present; his heart, carrying the spirit of the Tang Dynasty, merges with the mountains and rivers of other worlds - step by step, he unties all the shackles of the previous life and lives into the true meaning of poetry that is unique to him. Until the end, merge into heaven and earth. Use a body of mortal bones to rewrite the eternal way of heaven—— One poem captures the sentiments of the ages, one sword inherits the mountains and rivers of all generations, and one person opens a new chapter in the world.