The chinese poet, li bai. There is a sword in one hand and a wine flask in the other hand.
The chinese poet, li bai. one hand hold a sword and the other hand hold a wine flask in the future fantistic backgroud.
The chinese poet, li bai. one hand hold a sword and the other hand hold wine on the black background
The ancient Chinese poet Li Bai, dressed in a Tang dynasty costume, touched his long white beard with one hand and held a small white porcelain wine glass over his head with the other. He stood on the stone, smiling at the sky, displaying his whole body and bronze sculptures
The ancient Chinese poet Li Bai, dressed in a Tang dynasty costume, touched his long white beard with one hand and held a small white porcelain wine glass over his head with the other. He stood on the stone, smiling at the sky, displaying his whole body and bronze sculptures
The ancient Chinese poet Li Bai, dressed in a Tang dynasty costume, touched his long white beard with one hand and held a small white porcelain wine cup with the other. He stood on the stone, smiling at the sky and the bronze sculpture, which showed his whole body,
The ancient Chinese poet Li Bai, dressed in a Tang dynasty costume, touched his long white beard with one hand and held a small white porcelain wine cup with the other. He stood on the stone, smiling at the sky and the bronze sculpture, which showed his whole body,
Li Bai, an ancient Chinese poet, in a Tang dynasty costume, holds up an ancient wine glass and laughs at a bronze sculpture of his entire body in the sky
Li Bai, an ancient Chinese poet in Tang dynasty costume, holds a glass of wine and laughs at a bronze sculpture in the sky
The ancient Chinese poet Li Bai, dressed in a Tang dynasty costume, touched his long white beard with one hand and held a small white porcelain wine glass over his head with the other. He stood and smiled at the sky, with pictures showing his whole body, and finally produced a bronze sculpture
A realistic portrait of poet Li Bai with piercing eyes,detailed beard and moustache, wearing a white flowing robe, tied with a jade belt, holding a yellow gourd wine flask in one hand, and a headscarf tied around the head,(best quality,4k,ultra-detailed,highres,masterpiece:1.2)(realistic,photorealistic:1.37),vivid colors,sharp focus,professional,physically-based rendering,studio lighting
A realistic portrait of poet Li Bai with piercing eyes,detailed beard and moustache, wearing a white flowing robe, tied with a jade belt, holding a yellow gourd wine flask in one hand, and a headscarf tied around the head,(best quality,4k,ultra-detailed,highres,masterpiece:1.2)(realistic,photorealistic:1.37),vivid colors,sharp focus,professional,physically-based rendering,studio lighting
A realistic portrait of poet Li Bai with piercing eyes,detailed beard and moustache, wearing a white flowing robe, tied with a jade belt, holding a yellow gourd wine flask in one hand, and a headscarf tied around the head,(best quality,4k,ultra-detailed,highres,masterpiece:1.2)(realistic,photorealistic:1.37),vivid colors,sharp focus,professional,physically-based rendering,studio lighting
Above the rivers and lakes, in front of the cliffs and steep cliffs, a handsome and dashing man dressed in white, light as white clouds, stands with a long sword in his hand. The heroic spirit between his eyebrows, and the gleaming sword light, is like a falling star. This man is named Li Yunfei, a young and outstanding swordsman. Standing beside him is a woman with an exceptionally beautiful appearance. Her long hair cascades like a waterfall, and she wears a flowing blue dress. Her name is Liu Wanxin, a formidable female swordsman who dances her long sword as gracefully as a fluttering blue lotus. The gazes of the two meet, revealing a sense of understanding and melancholy. The once legendary stories in the rivers and lakes have now become fleeting clouds. A hint of determination flashes in Li Yunfei's eyes, while a faint sorrow lingers in Liu Wanxin's expression. In this moment, the wind blows through the ends of their hair, and their clothes flutter in the breeze. They stand at the edge of the cliff, resembling a legendary pair of protagonists in the martial world. Sword aura fills the air, emotions intertwine. The winds and clouds of the martial world may change, but the love story beneath the glint of blades and swords has crystallized into an eternal legend in the passage of time.
Above the rivers and lakes, in front of the cliffs and steep cliffs, a handsome and dashing man dressed in white, light as white clouds, stands with a long sword in his hand. The heroic spirit between his eyebrows, and the gleaming sword light, is like a falling star. This man is named Li Yunfei, a young and outstanding swordsman. Standing beside him is a woman with an exceptionally beautiful appearance. Her long hair cascades like a waterfall, and she wears a flowing blue dress. Her name is Liu Wanxin, a formidable female swordsman who dances her long sword as gracefully as a fluttering blue lotus. The gazes of the two meet, revealing a sense of understanding and melancholy. The once legendary stories in the rivers and lakes have now become fleeting clouds. A hint of determination flashes in Li Yunfei's eyes, while a faint sorrow lingers in Liu Wanxin's expression. In this moment, the wind blows through the ends of their hair, and their clothes flutter in the breeze. They stand at the edge of the cliff, resembling a legendary pair of protagonists in the martial world. Sword aura fills the air, emotions intertwine. The winds and clouds of the martial world may change, but the love story beneath the glint of blades and swords has crystallized into an eternal legend in the passage of time.
Above the rivers and lakes, in front of the cliffs and steep cliffs, a handsome and dashing man dressed in white, light as white clouds, stands with a long sword in his hand. The heroic spirit between his eyebrows, and the gleaming sword light, is like a falling star. This man is named Li Yunfei, a young and outstanding swordsman. Standing beside him is a woman with an exceptionally beautiful appearance. Her long hair cascades like a waterfall, and she wears a flowing blue dress. Her name is Liu Wanxin, a formidable female swordsman who dances her long sword as gracefully as a fluttering blue lotus. The gazes of the two meet, revealing a sense of understanding and melancholy. The once legendary stories in the rivers and lakes have now become fleeting clouds. A hint of determination flashes in Li Yunfei's eyes, while a faint sorrow lingers in Liu Wanxin's expression. In this moment, the wind blows through the ends of their hair, and their clothes flutter in the breeze. They stand at the edge of the cliff, resembling a legendary pair of protagonists in the martial world. Sword aura fills the air, emotions intertwine. The winds and clouds of the martial world may change, but the love story beneath the glint of blades and swords has crystallized into an eternal legend in the passage of time.
Above the rivers and lakes, in front of the cliffs and steep cliffs, a handsome and dashing man dressed in white, light as white clouds, stands with a long sword in his hand. The heroic spirit between his eyebrows, and the gleaming sword light, is like a falling star. This man is named Li Yunfei, a young and outstanding swordsman. Standing beside him is a woman with an exceptionally beautiful appearance. Her long hair cascades like a waterfall, and she wears a flowing blue dress. Her name is Liu Wanxin, a formidable female swordsman who dances her long sword as gracefully as a fluttering blue lotus. The gazes of the two meet, revealing a sense of understanding and melancholy. The once legendary stories in the rivers and lakes have now become fleeting clouds. A hint of determination flashes in Li Yunfei's eyes, while a faint sorrow lingers in Liu Wanxin's expression. In this moment, the wind blows through the ends of their hair, and their clothes flutter in the breeze. They stand at the edge of the cliff, resembling a legendary pair of protagonists in the martial world. Sword aura fills the air, emotions intertwine. The winds and clouds of the martial world may change, but the love story beneath the glint of blades and swords has crystallized into an eternal legend in the passage of time.
Above the rivers and lakes, in front of the cliffs and steep cliffs, a handsome and dashing man dressed in white, light as white clouds, stands with a long sword in his hand. The heroic spirit between his eyebrows, and the gleaming sword light, is like a falling star. This man is named Li Yunfei, a young and outstanding swordsman. Standing beside him is a woman with an exceptionally beautiful appearance. Her long hair cascades like a waterfall, and she wears a flowing blue dress. Her name is Liu Wanxin, a formidable female swordsman who dances her long sword as gracefully as a fluttering blue lotus. The gazes of the two meet, revealing a sense of understanding and melancholy. The once legendary stories in the rivers and lakes have now become fleeting clouds. A hint of determination flashes in Li Yunfei's eyes, while a faint sorrow lingers in Liu Wanxin's expression. In this moment, the wind blows through the ends of their hair, and their clothes flutter in the breeze. They stand at the edge of the cliff, resembling a legendary pair of protagonists in the martial world. Sword aura fills the air, emotions intertwine. The winds and clouds of the martial world may change, but the love story beneath the glint of blades and swords has crystallized into an eternal legend in the passage of time.
Above the rivers and lakes, in front of the cliffs and steep cliffs, a handsome and dashing man dressed in white, light as white clouds, stands with a long sword in his hand. The heroic spirit between his eyebrows, and the gleaming sword light, is like a falling star. This man is named Li Yunfei, a young and outstanding swordsman. Standing beside him is a woman with an exceptionally beautiful appearance. Her long hair cascades like a waterfall, and she wears a flowing blue dress. Her name is Liu Wanxin, a formidable female swordsman who dances her long sword as gracefully as a fluttering blue lotus. The gazes of the two meet, revealing a sense of understanding and melancholy. The once legendary stories in the rivers and lakes have now become fleeting clouds. A hint of determination flashes in Li Yunfei's eyes, while a faint sorrow lingers in Liu Wanxin's expression. In this moment, the wind blows through the ends of their hair, and their clothes flutter in the breeze. They stand at the edge of the cliff, resembling a legendary pair of protagonists in the martial world. Sword aura fills the air, emotions intertwine. The winds and clouds of the martial world may change, but the love story beneath the glint of blades and swords has crystallized into an eternal legend in the passage of time.
Above the rivers and lakes, in front of the cliffs and steep cliffs, a handsome and dashing man dressed in white, light as white clouds, stands with a long sword in his hand. The heroic spirit between his eyebrows, and the gleaming sword light, is like a falling star. This man is named Li Yunfei, a young and outstanding swordsman. Standing beside him is a woman with an exceptionally beautiful appearance. Her long hair cascades like a waterfall, and she wears a flowing blue dress. Her name is Liu Wanxin, a formidable female swordsman who dances her long sword as gracefully as a fluttering blue lotus. The gazes of the two meet, revealing a sense of understanding and melancholy. The once legendary stories in the rivers and lakes have now become fleeting clouds. A hint of determination flashes in Li Yunfei's eyes, while a faint sorrow lingers in Liu Wanxin's expression. In this moment, the wind blows through the ends of their hair, and their clothes flutter in the breeze. They stand at the edge of the cliff, resembling a legendary pair of protagonists in the martial world. Sword aura fills the air, emotions intertwine. The winds and clouds of the martial world may change, but the love story beneath the glint of blades and swords has crystallized into an eternal legend in the passage of time.
Above the rivers and lakes, in front of the cliffs and steep cliffs, a handsome and dashing man dressed in white, light as white clouds, stands with a long sword in his hand. The heroic spirit between his eyebrows, and the gleaming sword light, is like a falling star. This man is named Li Yunfei, a young and outstanding swordsman. Standing beside him is a woman with an exceptionally beautiful appearance. Her long hair cascades like a waterfall, and she wears a flowing blue dress. Her name is Liu Wanxin, a formidable female swordsman who dances her long sword as gracefully as a fluttering blue lotus. The gazes of the two meet, revealing a sense of understanding and melancholy. The once legendary stories in the rivers and lakes have now become fleeting clouds. A hint of determination flashes in Li Yunfei's eyes, while a faint sorrow lingers in Liu Wanxin's expression. In this moment, the wind blows through the ends of their hair, and their clothes flutter in the breeze. They stand at the edge of the cliff, resembling a legendary pair of protagonists in the martial world. Sword aura fills the air, emotions intertwine. The winds and clouds of the martial world may change, but the love story beneath the glint of blades and swords has crystallized into an eternal legend in the passage of time.
A realistic portrait of poet Li Bai with piercing eyes,detailed beard and moustache,wearing a white flowing robe,tied with a jade belt,and a headscarf tied around the head,(best quality,4k,ultra-detailed,highres,masterpiece:1.2)(realistic,photorealistic:1.37),vivid colors,sharp focus,professional,physically-based rendering,studio lighting,
A realistic portrait of poet Li Bai with piercing eyes,detailed beard and moustache,wearing a white flowing robe,tied with a jade belt,and a headscarf tied around the head,(best quality,4k,ultra-detailed,highres,masterpiece:1.2)(realistic,photorealistic:1.37),vivid colors,sharp focus,professional,physically-based rendering,studio lighting,
A realistic portrait of poet Li Bai with piercing eyes,detailed beard and moustache,wearing a white flowing robe,tied with a jade belt,and a headscarf tied around the head,(best quality,4k,ultra-detailed,highres,masterpiece:1.2)(realistic,photorealistic:1.37),vivid colors,sharp focus,professional,physically-based rendering,studio lighting,
A realistic portrait of poet Li Bai with piercing eyes,detailed beard and moustache,wearing a white flowing robe,tied with a jade belt,and a headscarf tied around the head,(best quality,4k,ultra-detailed,highres,masterpiece:1.2)(realistic,photorealistic:1.37),vivid colors,sharp focus,professional,physically-based rendering,studio lighting,
Cloaked in a pure white robe with a sword hanging at his waist, he appears like a wanderer of all realms. His tall and slender figure moves with lightness, seemingly detached from the earthly realm. A deep blue Taoist hat gently veils his clear and profound eyes, which hold the richness of life experiences; each blink echoes with contemplation. In his hands, he wields a broad and ancient sword, its blade engraved with the marks of passing ages. The tip of the sword flickers with a subtle glint of cold light, resembling distant stars, exuding a profound sense of solemnity. In the display of his swordsmanship, each move resonates like a melodious tune, reminiscent of a harmonious and exhilarating martial arts ballad. There's a mysterious aura about him, as if he were a recluse dwelling in mountainous forests; his presence is akin to an ancient temple washed by time, radiating an inviolable solemnity.
Cloaked in a pure white robe with a sword hanging at his waist, he appears like a wanderer of all realms. His tall and slender figure moves with lightness, seemingly detached from the earthly realm. A deep blue Taoist hat gently veils his clear and profound eyes, which hold the richness of life experiences; each blink echoes with contemplation. In his hands, he wields a broad and ancient sword, its blade engraved with the marks of passing ages. The tip of the sword flickers with a subtle glint of cold light, resembling distant stars, exuding a profound sense of solemnity. In the display of his swordsmanship, each move resonates like a melodious tune, reminiscent of a harmonious and exhilarating martial arts ballad. There's a mysterious aura about him, as if he were a recluse dwelling in mountainous forests; his presence is akin to an ancient temple washed by time, radiating an inviolable solemnity.
Cloaked in a pure white robe with a sword hanging at his waist, he appears like a wanderer of all realms. His tall and slender figure moves with lightness, seemingly detached from the earthly realm. A deep blue Taoist hat gently veils his clear and profound eyes, which hold the richness of life experiences; each blink echoes with contemplation. In his hands, he wields a broad and ancient sword, its blade engraved with the marks of passing ages. The tip of the sword flickers with a subtle glint of cold light, resembling distant stars, exuding a profound sense of solemnity. In the display of his swordsmanship, each move resonates like a melodious tune, reminiscent of a harmonious and exhilarating martial arts ballad. There's a mysterious aura about him, as if he were a recluse dwelling in mountainous forests; his presence is akin to an ancient temple washed by time, radiating an inviolable solemnity.
In ancient China, in a tavern, a Chinese poet in Hanfu picked up his glass and looked up at the moon. The moonlight shone on his face, 4K, low angle of view.
In ancient China, in a tavern, a Chinese poet in Hanfu picked up his glass and looked up at the moon. The moonlight shone on his face, 4K, low angle of view.
A poet,clear-eyed,distinguished,with charismatic aura,wearing a white cotton hanfu,adorned with jade belt,front view,(best quality,4k,highres,masterpiece:1.2),ultra-detailed,(realistic:1.37),HDR,UHD,studio lighting,sharp focus,physically-based rendering,professional,vivid colors,eight-character beard,hand behind his back,shapely figure,chin a small amount of beard,
Clad in a deep blue warrior's attire, the robe sways with the wind, as if ready to blend into the scenery at any moment. His countenance is handsome, with resolute and powerful features, and his eyes shimmer with a clear and unwavering light. Jet-black hair is tied into a ponytail, revealing a sense of unrestrained boldness. Both hands tightly grip a slender, finely crafted sword, the blade emitting a faint glint of cold light, as if capable of piercing through any disturbance troubling his heart. A subtle fragrance surrounds him, reminiscent of the delicate scent of herbs he carries. His demeanor is composed, akin to a leisurely literati, yet within the art of swordsmanship, he reveals the essence of a warrior transcending earthly concerns. His gaze is deep and bright, seemingly able to penetrate the human soul, yet tinged with a hint of melancholy, as if having weathered countless storms and witnessed the separations of life and death.
Clad in a deep blue warrior's attire, the robe sways with the wind, as if ready to blend into the scenery at any moment. His countenance is handsome, with resolute and powerful features, and his eyes shimmer with a clear and unwavering light. Jet-black hair is tied into a ponytail, revealing a sense of unrestrained boldness. Both hands tightly grip a slender, finely crafted sword, the blade emitting a faint glint of cold light, as if capable of piercing through any disturbance troubling his heart. A subtle fragrance surrounds him, reminiscent of the delicate scent of herbs he carries. His demeanor is composed, akin to a leisurely literati, yet within the art of swordsmanship, he reveals the essence of a warrior transcending earthly concerns. His gaze is deep and bright, seemingly able to penetrate the human soul, yet tinged with a hint of melancholy, as if having weathered countless storms and witnessed the separations of life and death.
Clad in a deep blue warrior's attire, the robe sways with the wind, as if ready to blend into the scenery at any moment. His countenance is handsome, with resolute and powerful features, and his eyes shimmer with a clear and unwavering light. Jet-black hair is tied into a ponytail, revealing a sense of unrestrained boldness. Both hands tightly grip a slender, finely crafted sword, the blade emitting a faint glint of cold light, as if capable of piercing through any disturbance troubling his heart. A subtle fragrance surrounds him, reminiscent of the delicate scent of herbs he carries. His demeanor is composed, akin to a leisurely literati, yet within the art of swordsmanship, he reveals the essence of a warrior transcending earthly concerns. His gaze is deep and bright, seemingly able to penetrate the human soul, yet tinged with a hint of melancholy, as if having weathered countless storms and witnessed the separations of life and death.
In ancient China, in a tavern, a poet in Hanfu picked up his glass and looked up at the moon. The moonlight shone on his face, 4K, low angle of view.
In ancient China, in a tavern, a poet in Hanfu picked up his glass and looked up at the moon. The moonlight shone on his face, 4K, low angle of view.
poet, clear-eyed, distinguished, with charismatic aura,dark goatee,chin with beard,wearing a white cotton hanfu,adorned with jade belt,front view, (best quality,4k,highres,masterpiece:1.2),ultra-detailed,(realistic:1.37),HDR,UHD,studio lighting,sharp focus,physically-based rendering,professional,vivid colors Negative: Negative Prompt: nsfw,low quality,worst quality,jpeg artifacts,cropped,lowres,low saturation,((watermark)),white letters,skin spots,acnes,skin blemishes,age spot,mutated hands,mutated fingers,deformed,bad anatomy,disfigured,poorly drawn face,out of focus,long neck,long body,missing limb,floating limbs,disconnected limbs,(multi nipples),bad hands,signature,username,bad feet,blurry,bad body
A poet in white,poet in silk,(male,man,poet,standing,fullbody),detailed eyes,detailed lips,detailed face,clear eyes,black beard,beard under chin,white,light fabric clothing,waist belt,jade belt,pitcher of wine,headscarf,ultra-detailed,(high quality,4k,8k,highres,masterpiece:1.2),ultra-detailed,(realistic,photorealistic,photo-realistic:1.37),vivid colors,studio lighting
In a world of cultivating immortals, a handsome man wears a matching white and blue Chinese-style robe with a fluttering skirt, fair skin, and long hair. He has an expression of no anger and self-power, and his whole body exudes an aura of looking down on the world. , holding a long sword in his hand, the blade of the sword flashed with cold light, and the tip of the sword pointed at a group of people kneeling on the ground seed:1976761871
In a world of cultivating immortals, a handsome man wears a matching white and blue Chinese-style robe with a fluttering skirt, fair skin, and long hair. He has an expression of no anger and self-power, and his whole body exudes an aura of looking down on the world. , holding a long sword in his hand, the blade of the sword flashed with cold light, and the tip of the sword pointed at a group of people kneeling on the ground seed:1976761871
In a world of cultivating immortals, a handsome man wears a matching white and blue Chinese-style robe with a fluttering skirt, fair skin, and long hair. He holds a long sword in his hand, and the sword body shines with a cold light. Dont be angry and be proud, your whole body exudes an aura that looks down on the world seed:1976761871