That spring, Li Bai's father said to his wife and children, "I want to write a quatrain of spring, with only two sentences." You mother and son add a sentence to me, and you will make do. " One is "Spring Breeze Warms Flowers" and the other is "Spring Blooms". 」
Mother thought for a long time and said, "Apricot trees are on fire and red clouds are falling. 」
When Li Bai and other mothers saw it, they didn't think about it. They pointed to the plum trees in full bloom in the courtyard and blurted out: "Plums are in full bloom, and a tree is white." 」
Hearing this, the father clapped his hands and applauded. Sure enough, his son was a poet. The more he reads, the more he likes it. As he was reading, it suddenly occurred to him that the first word of the poem was not his surname. This last white word is really well used, saying that a plum blossom is as holy as snow. So he named his son Li Bai.
That's about it.