The children hadn't seen Li Bai for a long time, but it wasn't difficult for Qing Xiaolong and Bai Xiaohu to find Li Bai, they only had to smell the smell of wine in the air to find him.

This time, Li Bai was not drunk, he was just a little drunk.

Li Bai sat in the pavilion, with a pot of wine and pen, ink, paper, and inkstone in his hand, and the "Sitting Alone on Jingting Mountain" on the paper had not yet been written. After bringing the children to Li Bai's side, Qing Xiaolong and Bai Xiaohu immediately turned back into a little one, holding one in one hand, and ran towards Li Bai quickly.

"Immortal Li Bai! Let's meet again! La Dola said.

is different from La Dola's enthusiasm, Li Bai looks depressed. He neither greeted the children nor drank alcohol, but just sat lonely and looked at the distant mountains in a daze.

"La-do-la, Li Bai seems to be very unhappy." Edamame asked, "What's wrong with him?" ”

"Happy?" Li Bai heard Edamame Mao's muttering, he turned his head and said dissatisfiedly, "What's there to be happy about?" ”

Li Bai's words made the children dare not make a sound, and they all saw the sadness in Li Bai's eyes.

"The birds fly high, and the lonely clouds go to the idle ...... alone" Li Bai chanted two lines of poetry, and he smiled self-deprecatingly and said: "Even the clouds in the sky and the birds in the forest are tired of me, and if you want to stay away from me, is there anything to be happy about?" ”

Unexpectedly, Li Bai, who has always been heroic and unrestrained, also had a decadent time, so he thought about it for a long time and finally patted his head.

"Oops, I forgot, this poem was written by Li Bai during his second autumn trip to Xuanzhou after suffering a blow in the political arena." La Dola said: "Li Bai has visited Xuanzhou seven times, and this poem "Sitting Alone on Jingting Mountain" was written after Li Bai was forced to leave Chang'an and returned after ten years of wandering. At that time, he was very melancholy, full of human suffering, and saw through the hot and cold world, which is why he was so sad. ”

Ge Dazhuang scratched his head, and he said, "But...... He's Li Bai......"

Tian Youyou listened to Ge Dazhuang's muttering, stretched out his hand and poked his finger, and said dissatisfiedly: "Oh, don't say it!" Can't you see that Li Bai is already sad? What if he is called an immortal by the world? Can't the immortals be sad? ”

Ge Dazhuang's face turned red for Tian Youyou, and he mustered up the courage to walk in front of Li Bai and said, "Immortal, don't be sad." You don't know how much people love your poems, which have been recited for thousands of years! ”

Ge Dazhuang's words penetrated into Li Bai's ears, and the sadness on his face did not disperse. Li Bai neither argued, nor was he arrogant, he just shook his head slightly, and wrote: I don't get tired of seeing each other, only Jingting Mountain.

La Dola pursed his lips, stared at a pair of pitiful eyes, and said to the children: "Actually, Li Bai has personified Jingting Mountain. The more he writes about the 'affection' of the mountain, the more it reflects the 'ruthlessness' of people. It seems that Li Bai was really injured this time. Let's not bother him, just sit here and accompany him. ”

"Okay."

The children quietly stepped back, leaving the space to Li Bai alone.

In this way, the children quietly accompanied Li Bai until the sun was dark.

Li Bai was deeply moved by the children's intimacy, and after getting up, he rolled up his handwritten poems to give to the children.

La Dola and Edamame Mao hurriedly waved their hands to refuse, and La Dora whispered, "Don't dare to take your things anymore...... That energy bowl almost didn't hurt me last time......"

Li Bai didn't insist anymore, he just stretched out his hand and pointed forward, and said, "Okay, go there, there are things you want." ”