Hard-pen calligraphy works of high-definition Jiangjin ancient poems

Jiang Jin Jiu is a well-known poem by Li Bai, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. Nowadays, the hard-pen calligraphy works of this poem are loved and appreciated by many people. The following are the high-definition pictures of my ancient poems and hard-pen calligraphy works.

Appreciate the classic hard-pen calligraphy works of Jiangjin wine (qiāng j? Nji incarnation) was originally the tune of piccolo cymbals in Han Yuefu. Wine song? . Li Bai, a great romantic poet in the Tang Dynasty, once wrote this poem in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, which is one of his representative works. It is also an article in the textbook of contemporary middle school students.

In the third year of Tianbao, Emperor Xuanzong of Tang Dynasty (744), after the poet Li Bai was expelled from Chang 'an, he once again embarked on a long journey of traveling around the mountains and rivers of the motherland. This article was written in the 11th year of Tianbao (752). At this time, Li Bai was defeated by Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty? Pay back the money? It's been eight years. During this period, Li Bai and his friend Cen Xun (Master Cen) were invited to visit Angelababy, and another friend of Songshan, Yuan Danqiu. The three of them climbed the mountain and held a banquet to express their dissatisfaction by singing songs over wine.

Appreciating wine poems and songs is a great pleasure in life, and it coincides with the "talent shortage", so I vividly expressed my feelings about wine poems. The poet's emotion and literary thought are unstoppable at this moment; Like a river flowing into the sea.

Time goes by, like a river entering the sea, which is gone forever; Life is too short to see the blue silk and snow in the morning and evening; The smallness of life seems to be an irreparable tragedy, and the only thing that can solve the worries is golden wine. This is Li Bai's sadness: sad but strong, sad but not hurt, extremely indignant and extremely bold. The table is lamenting that life is easy to get old, and the table is lamenting that talents are not met. The disillusionment of the ideal is caused by the dark society, and the poet is powerless to change it, so he turns the rising anger into a bold act of enjoyment, vents his dissatisfaction, dispels his worries and resists reality.