so bright a gleam on the foot of my bed, could there have been a frost already?.

lifting myself to look, I found that it was moonlight, sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home.

a farewell to meng haoran on his way to yangzhou of the Yellow Crane Tower

An old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March.

The solitary sail shows the blue sky in the distance, and only the Yangtze River flows in the sky.

I heard that Wang Changling moved to Longbiaoyao on the left, and this letter was sent to him. Yang Hua fell to the ground, and Wen Daolong crossed the five streams.

I'm worried about the bright moon, and it's gone with the wind until it's gone west.

seeing friends off

with a blue line of mountains north of the wall, and east of the city a white curve of water.

here you must leave me and drift away, like a loosened water-plant hundreds of miles.

I shall think of you in a floating cloud, so in the sunset think of me.

we wave our hands to say good-bye, and my horse is neighing again and again.

The sound of Yu Di's dark flying scattered into the spring breeze in Los Angeles.

I heard that the willow was broken in this nocturne, so no one can miss his hometown.

There are tulips in Lanling and amber light in the jade bowl.

but it enables the host to get drunk, and I don't know where is the foreign land.

I don't see you, how the Yellow River's waters move out of heaven, entering the ocean, never to return.

I don't see you, how lovely locks in bright mirrors in high chambers, though silken-black at morning, have changed by night to snow.

oh, let a man of spirit venture where he pleases, and never tip his golden cup empty toward the moon!.

since heaven gave the talent, let it be employed!, spin a thousand pieces of silver, all of them come back!.

cook a sheep, kill a cow, whet the appetite, and make me, of three hundred bowls, one long drink!.

master cen, Dan qiusheng, will drink, and don't stop drinking.

let me sing you a song!, please listen to me.

what are bell and drum, rare dishes and treasure?, I wish I'd stay drunk forever.

sober men of olden days and sages are forgotten, and only the great drinkers are famous for all time.

prince Chen paid at a banquet in the Palace of Perfection, ten thousand coins for a cask of wine, with many a laugh and quip.

why say, my host, that your money is gone?, go and buy wine and we'll drink it together!.

five-flowered horse, a thousand-golden-haired girl, and

hand them to the boy to exchange for good wine, both of whom share the eternal sorrow.

it is hard to go I

pure wine costs, for the golden cup, ten thousand coppers a flagon, Yupanzhen is ashamed to make a million dollars.

I fling aside my food-sticks and cup, I cannot eat nor drink, I pull out my dagger, I peer four ways in vain.

I would cross the Yellow River, but ice chokes the ferry, the Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow.

I would sit and poise a fishing-pole, lazy by a brook, but I suddenly dream of riding a boat, sailing for the sun.

it is hard to go! Journeying is hard Don't go astray! Whither today.

I will mount a long wind some day and break the heavy waves, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea.

drinking Alone with the Moon's Four Poems One

from a pot of wine among the flowers, I drank alone. There was no one with me.

till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon, to bring me my shadow and make us three.

alas, the moon was unable to drink, and my shadow tagged me vacantly;.

but still for a while I had these friends, to cheer me through the end of spring.

I sang. The moon encouraged me, I danced. My shadow tumbled after.

have sex when you wake up, and then I was drunk, and we lost one another.

shall goodwill ever be secure?, I watch the long road of the River of Stars.

since yesterday had to throw me and bolt;

today has hurt my heart even more.

the autumn wildgeese have a long wind for escort, as I face them from this villa, drinking my wine.

the bones of great writers are your brushes, in the School of Heaven, and I am a Lesser Xie growing up by your side.

we both are exalted to distant thought wants to go to the sky to capture the bright moon.

but since water still flows, though we cut it with our swords, and sorrows return, though we drown them with wine.

since the world can in no way answer our craving, I will loosen my hair tomorrow and take to a fishingboat.