A celestial song, a jade flute's call, A cup of dew, as pure as crystal wine. With graceful steps, the sword begins to dance, A white-robed figure glides through time. New palaces gleam with golden carvings, The strings of the konghou ring through the halls. With a single stroke of ink, he leaves behind A wild and untamed heart in every line. In flowing robes, with sword in hand, He wanders freely through the mountains and the lands. He writes like one possessed, with no sorrow to restrain, For poetry is his madness, and joy his only chain. They call him an immortal, yet Heaven cannot hold him, So down to the mortal world he comes. In the painted halls, he drinks with abandon, His eyes alight with endless tenderness. Another verse, another scroll, How many measures of ink can his heart bestow? He pours the fiercest wine beneath the heavens, And rests atop the towering towers of Chang'an. He gazes upon the world below, And wonders— Who could ever live so freely, With a heart as lig...

Rain beats upon the plantain leaves, Bending the willows beyond my window. Exiled to this humble dwelling, Even the leaking roof betrays me in the storm. A night of rain, a night of farewell, A heart weighed down by those who leave. When I have nothing left to call my own, What could I possibly offer a friend? Perhaps a poem may repay a kindness; I write, yet what debt can words repay? Perhaps a cup of wine may ease my sorrow, But with every swallow, the sadness grows. For ten long years, I've failed the friends and teachers Who once believed in me. Why should I burden even poetry and wine With the weight of all my regrets? Once, full of fire, I rode through Liangzhou, Once, I roamed with flowers and wine, Once, my name was known, my talent praised, A mind said to hold the wisdom of eight scholars. Let those memories rest within a dream. Let fallen blossoms drift along the stream. What is sorrow, if not autumn Dwelling in the heart of one who must part? I dip my brush into the f...

The River Chu runs through shifting sands, Empires rise and fall beneath the sun. The moon and stars have witnessed endless change, How many beauties have sighed beneath the weight of war? Who stormed the Qin's great gates at Julu, And brought an empire to its knees? A thousand miles of war, with blood upon the land, Yet in the end, all fades like clouds upon the breeze. With spear in hand, on horseback I conquered the world, Yet now, this final farewell tears at my heart. One cry of Yu Xi, Yu Xi! And tears begin to fall. Come, drink with me, one final cup, Let us taste the bitter and the sweet. The western wind blows through the endless night, Yet memories refuse to fade. Drunk, I raise my lamp and gaze upon my sword, While my beloved dances, her final steps growing faint. At Gaixia, the song of parting fills the air, The Chu songs echo from every side. With sorrow in her heart, she bids her love farewell, And falls upon her sword beneath the frost-cold sky. How can one abandon...

The curtains rise, the curtains fall, I lower my gaze and let my silk sleeves flow. Beneath the stage, the audience gathers, All longing to behold a beauty like a fleeting dream. I trace each delicate line of her face, A touch of vermilion upon her brow. Her waist sways like a willow in the breeze, Each fleeting glance sets a thousand hearts adrift. Now, dressed in splendor, the play begins, Upon the stage, I sing of joy and sorrow all alone. Graceful as clouds drifting through the sky, I dance in robes of rainbow silk. When the final curtain falls, Frost has already touched my temples. Like a painting brought to life, My figure moves as lightly as silk. The stage is filled with glory and light, But behind the curtain lies a heart torn apart. How can I leave behind these decades gone by, When the fragrance of countless memories Still lingers in the folds of my sleeves? My feeling: We spend our lives performing for the world, while time quietly writes its story upon us.

As dusk descends, I watch the fading sun, And suddenly, your face comes back to mind. Though looking back brings nothing but sorrow, I still sigh for the beautiful days we left behind. The night grows deep, the stars fall into my eyes, I gather fragments of a tender light. A gentle breeze sets the candle dancing, While I dance alone, unseen, throughout the night. Petals drift away upon the wind. I'll keep our memories somewhere deep inside, And weave them into dreams of a gentler kind. Perhaps these fantasies will only hurt me more, But what is wrong with pretending to be fine When there's no one left to share this joy? You once were the border of my world, The shield that kept my sorrows far away. Now autumn winds blow, and old friends disappear, Exiled by love, I wander through my tears. Ah... Ah... I loosen my silken robes, hide my tears behind a smile. I wait for you in your armor, to face the storms of time. The past keeps flowing, no matter how I try to hold it back. I'll dr...

Frost falls upon the courtyard beneath the moon, Whose sleepless eyes will it watch over tonight? My pen disturbs the candlelight, Yet memories are too painful to put into words. Every story told beneath the heavens Must, in the end, surrender to goodbye. Through countless changing skies, The moon waxes and wanes, yet never tells me why. Half a lifetime of wind and snow, Cannot wash away the tears shed when the flowers fall. I cannot call back the lonely wild goose, For it was always destined to fly south. Who could ever understand the secrets of my heart? Only the moon remains, keeping me company. Longing leaves another trace of weariness Between my brows. Half a lifetime of wind and snow, Cannot erase the tears that time has left behind. Nor can I bring back the days when my hair was black, Now every strand has faded into grey. Who will write the final chapter? This endless tale of love and sorrow Has no ending I can change. All I can do is gaze at my own shado...

AI will not have any hesitation to reply you answer even though it doesn’t now the exact answer, while we human will hesitate if we are not sure about the answer. Is that a place that AI have already doing better than human?

The picture shows Larry Guth, a highly respected mathematics professor at MIT, standing out in the hallway, peering intently through a narrow vertical window on a closed door. Inside the room, his former PhD student, Hong Wang, is giving a mathematics presentation to a packed room. Because the room was full, Guth humbly stood outside in the hall, pressing his face toward the glass just to watch her present her work....