However, people nowadays have made a brand-new interpretation of "the East is white". Become the name of a restaurant.
If the questioner is interested in Qianchibi Fu, the following is the full text:
In autumn,
Looking forward to July,
Perilla and guests go boating under Chibi.
Breeze Xu Lai,
The waves are quiet.
Raise wine as a guest,
Poems that recite the bright moon,
A gentle and graceful chapter.
Shao Yan,
The moon rises from Dongshan,
Wandering between bullfights.
The white dew crosses the river,
Water meets the sky.
Like reeds,
Ling Wanqing was at a loss.
It's as big as the wind in Feng Xu,
I don't know where it ends;
Floating like an independent world,
Feather becomes immortal.
So I had a good time drinking,
Sing with buckles.
Song Yue:
"Gui Xi Lan OARS,
Hit the sky and chase the time.
I am in my arms,
Look at the beautiful scenery of heaven. "
Some guests blow their holes,
Live in peace with this song,
Its voice whined:
If you hold a grudge,
Like crying;
The sound lingers,
Endless;
Dancing in the quiet valley,
Crying for a lonely woman.
Perilla is very sad,
Sit still,
Ask the guest again:
"What is it?"
The guest said:
"The moon and stars are rare,
Black magpies fly south,
Isn't this a poem by Cao Mengde?
Looking west at the gorge,
Looking east at Wuchang.
Mountains and rivers are different,
Depression;
Isn't this Meng Zhizhi trapped in Zhou Lang?
Fang Qi broke Jingzhou,
Xiajiangling,
Downstream to the east,
Thousands of miles away,
Banners cover the air,
The wine is by the river,
Write poetry;
Heroes of the solid world,
Now, where is Ann?
Me and my son,
The fishing salary is higher than that of Zhu Jiang.
Friends of fish and shrimp and friends of elk,
Riding in a flat boat,
Lifting the bottle belongs to;
Send ephemera and heaven and earth,
A drop in the ocean.
Mourn a moment in my life,
Admire the infinity of the Yangtze River;
Traveling by flying fairy,
Die holding the bright moon;
You can't get it soon,
Heritage reverberates in Hengtai. "
Perilla said:
"The guest also know her husband hidden?
The dead are like this,
And never go;
Surplus or deficit,
No one can go up or down.
The cover will observe from its own changes,
And heaven and earth can not be a moment;
From its unchangeable point of view,
Then everything is endless for me.
What do you envy?
Between heaven and earth,
Everything has its owner.
If it's not mine,
It's a dime, but don't take it.
But the breeze on the river,
The bright moon on the mountain,
What the ear gets is sound,
Eyes meet colors.
Take it without prohibition,
Endless.
Is the creator's endless hiding,
My son and I are in the right place. "
The guest smiled happily,
Take a shower and drink more,
When the food is finished,
The cups and plates are a mess.
The pillow is on the boat,
I wonder if the east is white.