The bones of great writers are your brushes, in the School of Heaven

Li Bai PARTING AT A WINE-SHOP IN NANJING A wind, bringing willow-cotton, sweetens the shop, And a girl from Wu, pouring wine, urges me to share it With my comrades of the city who are here to see me off; And as each of them drains his cup, I say to him in parting, Oh, […]