“Blossom time, drunk together, banishing spring sorrow; drunk, we broke off flowering limbs, counters for our rounds of wine. Suddenly I remembered my old friend, gone to the edge of the sky: by my reckoning, today he must have reached Liang-chou.” SkyWineDrunk Book:The Selected Poems of Po Chü-i Source: The Selected Poems of Po Chü-i