Gently I stir a white feather fan, With open shirt sitting in a green wood. I take off my cap and hang it on a jutting stone; A wind from the pine-tree trickles on my bare head. — Li Bai Copy Share Image
The world is like a great empty dream. Why should one toil away one's life? — Li Bai Copy Share Image
You ask me why I dwell in the green mountain; I smile and make no reply for my heart is free of care. As… — Li Bai Copy Share Image
In a universe animated by the interaction of yin (female) and yang (male) energies, the moon was literally yin visible. Indeed, it was the… — Li Bai Copy Share Image
From the walls of Baidi high in the coloured dawn To Jiangling by night-fall is three hundred miles, Yet monkeys are still calling on… — Li Bai Copy Share Image
I am asked why I live in the green mountains; I smile but reply not, for my heart is at rest. The flowing waters… — Li Bai Copy Share Image
Gently I stir a white feather fan, With open shirt sitting in a green wood. I take off my cap and hang it on… — Li Bai Copy Share Image
Beneath the blossoms with a pot of wine, No friends at hand, so I poured alone; I raised my cup to invite the moon,… — Li Bai Copy Share Image
The autumn air is clear, The autumn moon is bright. Fallen leaves gather and scatter, The jackdaw perches and starts anew. We think of… — Li Bai Copy Share Image
Now let you and me buy wine today! Why say we have not the price? My horse spotted with five flowers, My fur-coat worth… — Li Bai Copy Share Image
