Li Taibai of Huangzhou 2
(I forgot to write it at the beginning, so I wrote it down)
The lips are the wind, the intimacy of the spring breeze,
It is I who say too much, and I will lose what I say
Drinks are easy to make mistakes.
So the house was only used for confession
It's just a mutual criticism of human beings
Form of Being:
Even language floats on top of language
/
———— you really want to come out of nothingness on the sea
On top of the rushing river, make a wooden boat.
When the history books are rattling,
I fled from what I knew, your disturbance of Li Bai.
The trip of the last person to make the mountains and rivers
Turn it around and command mysticism to face
A mature, calm man, imprisons that
The most self-contained person is an uninhibited heart?
To admit mistakes, fish in,
Pearls turned into fish roe, and someone is here
In front of the first door, covered with a handkerchief
Your eyes. So you see, look,
You have been a person in life over and over again.
Looking for the self first, you
There are pine trees after they dry up and wither
What is missing is natural. I still say,
I forgot, can't remember, I
I want to imagine the wine, metaphor
The glass that stood up, it made me speak
Do not drink alcohol which is the burial of language.
I am like a fish and I am close to you because of me,
A strange poet, Li Bai traveled around the columns.
There is the Yangtze River, this hidden clue.
I've said too much in silence, you
Look, I went to the drum in silence,
Sing only for the present, for the bright stars,
Li Bai crossed the mountains, sighed, and loneded himself.
