The other day we went to Caishi Park. A place dedicated to scholarly and poetic works amongst some of the best Chinese Classic writers.
I grew up being forced to memorize Li Bai poems by my Chinese teachers, appreciating it in hindsight. Li Bai, a drunkard and brilliant poet lived during the Tang dynasty. During this Golden Age of China, he befriended Dufu and they would both go on to write thousands of poems, both now translated into hundreds of languages.
My papa grew up and lived his childhood where Li Bai ultimately died. The story goes that on a wine filled night, he went by the waterfront of the Yangtze and gazing upon the reflection of the moon, grasped for it and fell into the river. The moon, wine, friendship, and chivalry were many the subject of his poems.