很多年了，每每读到李白的诗，眼前总是出现这样一幅画面：月光清幽，山间一位浪漫的诗人吟着诗，舞着剑，举起杯对着月亮一饮而尽，然后在花间颓然醉去。———月既不解饮，影徒随我身！有人说，这是忘情之至。有人说，这是逃避现实。有人说，这是借酒浇愁。我想，李白，你是 For many years, when Li Bai’s poems were read, there was always a picture in front of me: The moon was quiet, a romantic poet in the mountains hummed poetry, danced swords, lifted his cup to the moon, and then drove away. Indulge in the flowers. ———The moon will neither dissolve the drink, the shadow will follow me! Some people say that this is the reason for forgetting things. Some people say that this is an escape from reality. Some people say that this is a drink. I think, Li Bai, you are