There were two periods in my life when I was deeply fond of Li Bai's poetry. The first was around the age of ten, when some of his poems imbued with ethereal, immortal qualities utterly fascinated me.
Even back then, I could already sense what set poetry apart from other forms of literature.
At ten, what I loved most about Li Bai was his imagination, his mysticism, and his ethereal, celestial charm. At the drop of a hat, his attitude was: "I'm done dealing with you all; I'm shedding this mortal coil and ascending to immortality. What are you worldly mortals making such a pointless fuss about all day? My old friends on the three fairy isles of Penglai are waiting for me to make the elixir of life."