Li He (Tang Dynasty)
Flying light, flying light, I urge you to drink a cup of wine.
I know not the azure sky's height, nor the earth's deep line;
I see only chilling moon and scorching sun, boiling away our mortal span.
Eating bear makes one stout; eating frogs leaves one lean and wan.
Where dwell the gods? Where is the Sovereign Supreme?
In the east stands the Ruo Tree, with the torch-bearing dragon agleam.
I shall cut off the dragon's feet and chew upon its meat,
That morning may never return, and night never retreat.
Then the old shall never die, and the young no longer weep.
Why swallow white jade and refined gold so deep?
Who can ride a green donkey into the clouds like Master Ren?
Liu Che's bones lie stranded, and Qin's casket reeked of salted fish then.
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