Li Bai, Chang'an
You went to Chang'an with your sword that year
A thousand years of the Tang Dynasty
I knead the breeze and fly across the Peach Blossom Land with my sword
You say that you should be happy when you are satisfied
Recite Liujia at the age of five and view Baijia at the age of ten
At the age of 15, he can write like a sword, and he is proficient
Go out of Shu Road and visit the five mausoleums of China to get rid of bullies
Stay in Jinling at night, visit ancient temples, drink green caliceae
Three hundred thousand taels, waving to the end of the world in Ming Dynasty
Waiting for the frustrated book to enter the wine glass to see the world
When you ride the clouds and bathe the rosy clouds, you will live up to this time
When you succeed, you will go to Sihai's home in the morning
Who can pick the world with a long sword
When the paper fan ink man looks back, the casual Tang poetry has been handed down for thousands of years
Who can only write the romance of the Tang Dynasty in calligraphy
Look at the clouds, no time to sing this string
Wearing a gilded saddle in a white shirt, you were angry with the world that year
In Luoyang, you can enjoy peony and have a bosom friend
The dynasty is like green silk, Mo sighs the chivalrous spirit in the bone
An Neng's power is precious. Slander makes me angry
Recite Liujia at the age of five and view Baijia at the age of ten
At the age of 15, he can write like a sword, and he is proficient
Go out of Shu Road and visit the five mausoleums of China to get rid of bullies
Stay in Jinling at night, visit ancient temples, drink green caliceae
Three hundred thousand taels, waving to the end of the world in Ming Dynasty
Waiting for the frustrated book to enter the wine glass to see the world
When you ride the clouds and bathe the rosy clouds, you will live up to this time
When you succeed, you will go to Sihai's home in the morning
A thousand poems of Tang Dynasty
How many long volumes of red and green praise you in the vast between the ages
The green sky reflects before you drink flowers freely
Ren Qingshi can't finish the Qing string
Who can pick the world with a long sword
When the paper fan ink man looks back, the casual Tang poetry has been handed down for thousands of years
Who can only write the romance of the Tang Dynasty in calligraphy
Look at the clouds, no time to sing this string
A thousand poems of Tang Dynasty
How many long volumes of red and green praise you in the vast between the ages
The green sky reflects before you drink flowers freely
Ren Qingshi can't finish the Qing string
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