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In the midst of "Falling Stars and Moonlit Fragrance," the
faint scent of alcohol still lingers; amidst the myriad of charming flowers,
the romantic lines of poetry can still be heard; on the boundless
wilderness, the unrestrained figure can still be seen; within the green glow
of a sword, the wet face can still be recognized.
Is it you, the untamed Li Bai?
As the waves of time wash away the dust of the past, your ambitions can only
linger within your heart. It's because of your pride, your untamed nature
that the worldly officialdom couldn't accommodate you. So, you resigned from
your post. "Boasting my nine tri-colored dragons, mocking the red steps, and
green railings of the wise." With a wild laugh, a green lotus bloomed amidst
the fragrance of alcohol.
A white deer placed on a green cliff, I must set off to visit famous
mountains. Even if it means "breaking water with a drawn sword and toasting
in despair," I will bring a pot of wine, a sword, and "raise my cup to
invite the moon, while my shadow becomes three people." Dancing with the
sword in the bright moonlight, conversing with the moon. In the moon,
myself, and the shadows, you found eternity.
You are wild, you are proud, you are romantic, and you can converse with the
planet Jupiter.
You are graceful, you are ethereal, and you can laugh alone without
restraint.
Your face seems to be smiling all the time, but there's a hint of
helplessness in that smile. Is it fate playing tricks on you? You've been
pursuing your dreams, but they seem to be getting farther away. "One
morning, I left the capital, and after ten years, I returned to the Garden
of Liang." Your deep sorrow can only be expressed through poetry.
After all, you are just a mortal with your own ups and downs. In the pursuit
of your dreams, when you feel trapped, you can only leave behind the noise
and hustle, travel the world, and find solace in wine and poetry.
The chaos began, and you were exiled to Yelang for participating in the Yong
Wang's Military Governor's Office. Although you "never shed tears in your
life, you weep without end at this place," you still wrote with enthusiasm
and stood proud above the surging waves. Because you have always had faith
in your heart: "With the wind and waves, you'll reach the other shore."
Although you always laugh, your smile is full of bitterness and sorrow.
Although you're always untamed, you hide disappointment and helplessness.
Although poetry might not be your final destination, you found eternity
through poetic baptism.
In the delicate singing of Jiangnan, you vaguely see the end of the road,
the flickering candlelight in the wind. So, you burst into laughter,
disappear with the wind, and let your dreams fall like maple leaves,
transforming into the passion and tenderness between the lines of poetry.
Even though you laughed wildly all your life, behind that mask of laughter
was a face of helplessness and dampness. |
