Poetry
Drinking in the Mountains by Li Bai
Mountain flowers open in our faces.
You and I are triply lost in wine.
I am drunk, my friend, sleepy. Rise and go.
With your dawn lute, return, if you wish, and stay.
Li Po
Mountain flowers open in our faces.
You and I are triply lost in wine.
I am drunk, my friend, sleepy. Rise and go.
With your dawn lute, return, if you wish, and stay.
Li Po