“From the east a spring breeze is touching us, passing by, And so in the goblet in the green wine tiny ripples are formed. The blossoms stolen by the whirl are falling to the earth. My fair girl will be… — Li Po Copy Share Image
“A pity it is evening, yet I do love the water of this spring seeing how clear it is, how clean; rays of sunset… — Li Po Copy Share Image
“When the hunter sets traps only for rabbits, tigers and dragons are left uncaught.” — Li Po Copy Share Image
“No one understands now. Those who could hear a song this deeply vanished long ago.” — Li Po Copy Share Image
“He who neglects to drink of the spring of experience is likely to die of thirst in the desert of ignorance.” — Li Po Copy Share Image
“From the east a spring breeze is touching us, passing by, And so in the goblet in the green wine tiny ripples are formed.… — Li Po Copy Share Image
“On Drinking Alone by Moonlight Here are flowers and here is wine, But where’s a friend with me to join Hand in hand and… — Li Po Copy Share Image
“My little boat is made of ebony; My flute stops are pure gold. Water loosens stains from silk; Wine loosens sadness from the heart.… — Li Po Copy Share Image
“The birds have vanished down the sky. Now the last cloud drains away. We sit together, the mountain and me, until only the mountain… — Li Po Copy Share Image
“Amongst the flowers I am alone with my pot of wine drinking by myself; then lifting my cup I asked the moon to drink… — Li Po Copy Share Image
“Green mountains rise to the north; white water rolls past the eastern city. Once it has been uprooted, the tumbleweed travels forever. Drifting clouds… — Li Po Copy Share Image
