Li Bai (Tang Dynasty)
What left me yesterday cannot stay;
What troubles me today brings dismay.
The autumn wind sends geese for miles away; we may drink in high tower and be gay.
The prose of Jian'an and Xie's fresh style display.
We all have soaring spirits, eager to seize the moon in the sky.
To cut the stream with sword makes it flow more; to drink to drown sorrow makes it high.
Since life seldom meets our will, tomorrow I'll loose my hair and go with a sigh.
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