You are my favorite person
Ho liquor into the intestine, seven led to moonlight, the remaining third to Xiao Jian Qi, a discharge port on the embroidery half Tang.
--Inscription
People call you a "poet", in fact, that era also because you do not become a paradise? In your pen, then the stars of the sky shimmering, brightly with music gem. And that while you're busy, Wanzai for Rose, but also makes me stop and watch with you.
Every beginning you are Liuchang in nine of the Yellow River. You dressed in robes, held hands standing walking bow. British Gas break brow, eyes strong. Cloud Cliff shoot water at the moment, the birds in the sky, as you are the pride of the winds kicked up. Under slightly messy hair, you Muguangruju, high-spirited. This time you think of the timing of the ambition and full of ability and insight to use it in the home country career! Waves of any cloud, you loudly chanting, "The great ambition there, sail sea." Only one, then juniors heroic poetry, leaving me endless appreciation and admiration.
When you goodbye, career ups and downs have erased your young British Gas, your temples also adds a few gray hairs. You came to Chang'an, only to find that now no longer the appearance of the year. Your scholarship appreciated by the Emperor, you called the palace. But you found out intrauterine dance noise, smell lute still ten miles behind the wife's family is in power, corruption and miserable eunuch got the upper hand. You had plenty of space a place to display their pride but is willing to offer good remonstrance was brutally banished. Thus, in the middle of the night Wei River, you his sword dance under pretrial month, empty sadness white hair early. He could not help exclaimed, "leaving me who, yesterday, the day can not stay; my heart's chaos, today's day and more worries." Any time incompetent, you alone using alcohol and poetry, but it is "Choudao the flow of water, toast Xiaochou worry more worry." Only a few words, put it pleases Zhuojiu singing, leaving too much of my thinking and recollections.
Met you, you have weather-beaten, old ambition, romance has gone everywhere with the beacon. You boarding the shelf, traversing the beautiful tower; pour bucket full of bottles, drink drunk worry San Yan open; Drum Song Zhang Yin, monopoly rivers into the sea; discretion for the gods, they only Happy happy. Polished edges and corners of your life, but your SAGE uneven wear and Nitella spring Pa. You are familiar with, "Why grief, only Dukang" of the reason, apart from drink, Yin said, "Life is proud to be thoroughly enjoyed themselves, let a Jinzun air-to-month. I'm Born with, daughter cleared up again." Na "and a song! So please listen to me Qinger" confident that "the ancient sages are lonely, only drinkers to stay its name," the contented, vividly demonstrated in front of me. Only a few words, then cool to drink assigned to do, left me thinking long and admiration.
你放浪形骸，徒一梦人世何牵挂；你酒后捞月，徒一醉梦死又何怕。你的身影倒映月色苍茫，你的长吟余绕秦街汉巷，你身上的所有，都值得我驻足欣赏。正如那一丝酒香，一缕剑意，一捧白月光。