The poem started in a scene that everybody was going home, even the birds and other animals. However, the poet was alone to amuse himself: He was drinking wine alone and didn’t notice it was already dusk, and the flower petals falling onto his clothes. He was drunk and weak when he walked along the stream in the bright moonlight, seeing birds flying away and fewer people on the roadsides.
Face wine not aware get dark…Facing my wine, I did not see the dusk,
Fall flower fill my clothes…Falling blossoms have filled the folds of my clothes.
Drunk stand step stream moon…Drunk, I rise and approach the moon in the stream,
Bird far person also few…Birds are far off, people too are few.
By: Li Bai