Li Bai Thoughts of Old Time from a Night-mooring Under Mount Niu-zhu
Li Bai Thoughts of Old Time from a Night-mooring
Under Mount Niu-zhu
This night to the west of the river-brim There is not one cloud in the whole blue sky, As I watch from
my deck the autumn moon, Vainly remembering old General Xie.... I have poems; I can read; He heard others,
but not mine. ...Tomorrow I shall hoist my sail, With fallen maple-leaves behind me.