Dedicate to Mr. Xie
By Li Bai
What deserted me is the yesterday gone away
What brothers me is sorrow things of today
Autumn wind blows with
Wild goose flying south way
It is the time to drink on a high building
I am missing the illuminate poets in the Jian’an period
Famous Xiaoxie followed them.
They are high-mood man
Wishing to fly into the sky
Catch the moon and sunshine
Draw out my sword; I want to cut off the stream
But the stream still flows in its way
Drink wine to put down m
