Painting of a woman sitting on a rock with birds flying around her
Under the gentle glow of the full moon, Li Bai sits on the edge of a tranquil lake, his reflection shimmering upon the water’s surface. He lifts his bronze wine gourd, savoring the taste of freedom with every sip. His light brown hair falls loosely over his shoulders, framing his serene yet thoughtful expression. Dressed in his flowing white and red robe, he looks like a wandering sage lost in a dream. As the wind rustles the trees, he hums a quiet verse to himself, a poem written not on paper, but in the rhythm of his heart. Overhead, a flock of cranes flies across the starlit sky, mirroring the restless wanderer’s soul
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Under the gentle glow of the full moon, Li Bai sits on the edge of a tranquil lake, his reflection shimmering upon the water’s surface. He lifts his bronze wine gourd, savoring the taste of freedom with every sip. His light brown hair falls loosely over his shoulders, framing his serene yet thoughtful expression. Dressed in his flowing white and red robe, he looks like a wandering sage lost in a dream. As the wind rustles the trees, he hums a quiet verse to himself, a poem written not on paper, but in the rhythm of his heart. Overhead, a flock of cranes flies across the starlit sky, mirroring the restless wanderer’s soul
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