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Imagine a worn out squiffy who smiles as he sees a gleaming moon float thoughtfully
across a pliable golden brook.

In "Amusing Myself", another renowned poem, an fuddled fixed eyed Li Bai writes,

Facing my wine, I did not see the dusk,

But toppling blossoms have chock-a-block the folds of my clothes,

Drunk I rise, and plan of attack the satellite in a river,

But ducks are far away ... and society are few.

As Flowers Fall Like Rain

As our infamous writer continues to sip wine from what appears to be a cavernous cup ....
beautiful blossoms change of location and the close at hand crepuscule seems far, far away.

But one must ask, a short time ago what continues to ferment the poets' light worry.

In " Amusing Myself", Li Bai creates stable descriptions that illuminate yet different alone time period.

At the one and the same time, he enters another aphotic portentous sphere.

Facing my Wine I did Not see the Dusk

Perhaps a tragical poem, the sincere worth of this drudgery may lie as we come in the unlighted recesses of a rare, undetected global.

And within this world, the black realities of the poets' noesis may lonesome be dissolved as an plenty of alcoholic beverage begins to flow, and flowers topple same rain.

But then, we must undoubtedly ask ourselves ..... should we snigger or cry?

After all, he is China's paramount poet, .... null but a notorious potty sot.

Such is the enthusiasm of Li Bai ..... and all that he has now come with to correspond to.

He is an bold poet, esoteric and rabble-rouser par distinction.