“Green mountains rise to the north; white water rolls past the eastern city. Once it has been uprooted, the tumbleweed travels forever. Drifting clouds like a wanderer's mind; sunset, like the heart of your old friend. We turn, pause, look… — 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
