Lyrics of Hetu Chang'an Libai

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