About China's imitation!

Time and space go backwards, dreaming back to the Tang Dynasty. In the cold autumn, I saw his white robe swaying in the wind and his long beard fluttering. With such vicissitudes, he has long lost his youth of "rowing a boat for three hundred miles with a touch of your hometown", and he can't see the high spirit of "the emperor called me a boat and called himself Brewmaster". The years left him only wrinkles and endless depression. But he still didn't bow to fate, and he was still so free and chic. In this gloomy garden, he can still regard the moon as his companion and the shadow as his friend. He was drunk, but he was lying among the flowers. I sang. The moon encouraged me and I danced wildly. This is Li Bai. God didn't give him high status and wealth, but he made him brilliant and arrogant. Thousands of years later, people may forget Yang Yuhuan's dance in Huaqing Pool, but they will never forget Li Bai and his Tianmu Mountain.