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“All the birds have flown up and gone; A lonely cloud floats leisurely by. We never tire of looking at each other - Only the mountain and I.”

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Li Bai
Li Bai

Li Bai, a renowned Tang Dynasty poet, is known as the 'Sage of Poetry'. His poetry is characterized by its exuberance, freedom, and rich imagination, and has had a profound influence on later generations. His representative works include 'To Drink More Wine', 'Song of Lushan Mountain', etc. more

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