The night watchman in the left courtyard of the palace.
The low wall on the left side of the temple blocks the flowers. It is twilight, nightingale and a group of birds are singing.
In the palace, thousands of families seem to be flashing, approaching the announcement that there should be more moonlight.
I didn't dare to sleep at night, but I heard the key unlock the door, the night wind murmured, and the voice of missing floated to Grelott.
The next day, I had something important to do, and I was uneasy. I repeatedly asked about the geometry of the night?
homeless
After the lonely Tianbao, the garden is full of Artemisia ordosica.
I live in more than one hundred homes, and the world is a mess.
There is no news of the survivors, and the dead are dust and mud.
Because of the defeat, the bitch came back to find the old way.
Walking in an empty alley, the days are thin and miserable.
But for Kitsune to tanuki, my hair stands on end.
What are the neighbors? One or two old ladies.
Love birds and branches, quiet and poor.
Fang Chun hoes alone and irrigates at dusk.
The county magistrate knew I was here, so he called to learn drum shovel.
Although he served in the state, he had no one to take care of.
When you get close, you will get lost.
There are swings everywhere in my hometown, and the distance is neat.
A mother who is always in pain and has been ill for a long time, appoints a ditch flow for five years.
I was born weak and sour about life.
Life has no home, so why Lee?
Sad Chen Tao.
In the early winter, the blood of good children's families from more than a dozen counties after World War I spilled on Chen Tao's water.
The wilderness under the blue sky became silent, and 40 thousand soldiers died on this day.
The red arrow on the savage Hu Bing arrow, the blood of kind people, the singers can't understand Hugh's drinking spree on Chang 'an Avenue.
People in Chang 'an turned their heads and wept in the direction of Chen Tao, hoping that the troops of the Tang Dynasty could come back and restore their peaceful life in the past.
Aijiangtou
Shaoling night swallowed and began to cry. I quietly descended along the winding river like a shadow of spring.
There are thousands of palaces on the shore and new branches of willows. Who are you green for? ?
I remember the colorful flags floating from the South Garden, which was full of colors.
The first lady of the kingdom, from the Sun Palace, waited on the emperor's royal chariot.
The cavalry in front of them were all holding bows and arrows, and discerning horses were chewing gold.
An archer, chest up, through the clouds, smiling.
Where are those perfect eyes and those pearly teeth? A blood-stained soul has no home and nowhere to go.
The clear water flowed eastward, passing through the cracks in the watchtower, and there was no news of her!
Compassionate people shed tears and hoped that she would be as eternal as rivers and flowers?
Tatars on horseback, in the dim twilight, covered the town with dust. I fled to the south, but I was still staring at the throne in the north.
Drunk song
The prince and the squirrel took the stage in other provinces, and Mr. Wenguang was very cold.
The first-class people are tired of eating Liang's meat, but Mr. Wang can't eat enough.
Mr. Wang has a way out for the emperor, and Mr. Wang has talents in the Song Dynasty.
Dezun's generation has a long history and a lasting reputation.
Du guests are even more contemptuous, short and narrow, with silky sideburns.
On the fifth day, I went to Taicang for five liters of rice, which was the same as Zheng Lao.
If you have money, look for it, and there is no doubt about selling wine.
Get carried away and drink like a real teacher.
In the clear night, spring action is heavy, and the drizzle falls in front of the lamp.
But I feel that singing has ghosts and gods, and I don't know how to starve to death to fill the ravine.
When you are at ease, you can kiss the cleaner, and Ziyun can study and finally vote for the cabinet.
Mr. Wang wrote Return very early, but Shi Tian's cabin was barren.
What's the use of Confucianism for me? Kong Qiu's shoes were stolen!
I don't need to smell this, but I met it before I died and won the trophy.
Two on the road.
On March 3rd, Spring Festival, the weather was fresh, and many beautiful people gathered in Qujiang, Chang 'an.
Dignified attitude, lofty and quiet personality, plump skin, thin and moderate figure.
Embroidered gold and silver silk unicorn in late spring.
The delicate leaves hanging from their sideburns lowered their sideburns and lips;
The jewelry skirt behind them is safer.
Several of them are relatives of the imperial concubine and two wives of Guo and Qin.
The jade steamer is served with fragrant pots and purple humps, and the crystal plate is served with delicious white fish.
They held their horns and chopsticks for a long time, and the chef held a sharp knife.
The eunuch flew away, afraid to raise the dust, and the cook came to the sea, enjoying delicacies.
When the solemn flute and drum call the gods, guests should restore the miscellaneous things to reality.
Finally, ride slowly, a noble knight! Take it off in the pavilion and put it on the embroidered carpet.
Snow-like duckweed is easy to fall and cover, and bluebirds fly to the ground in red silk handkerchief.
But power can be as hot as a flame and burn people's fingers. Be alert to the Prime Minister and pay attention to his frown.
What's so good about Du Fu's poems?
Everyone knows that Li Bai's poems are good. Not only because Li Bai's poems are really good, but also because he holds him in the forefront by Zhang Zhi. Boss He spoke: Li Taibai, are you human? You are a white star in the sky!
He Daxie's platform came first, and others praised Li Bai, which made a fuss. There was no problem at all.
When Bai Juyi came to Beijing in his early years, he was famous for a word from Gu Kuang. Gu Kuang only glanced at "wildfire never quite consumes them, the spring breeze is blowing high" and said that with such a poem, you can walk sideways in Chang 'an.
The prosperous Tang Dynasty had such advantages. As long as your poem is good, no one can ignore it. You don't have to care about the emperor.
But few people have extended Du Fu's reputation. At that time, people really didn't know that Du Fu's poems were good.
That's tantamount to calling the poets in the prosperous Tang Dynasty completely blind. So many people make a living by poetry, and whoever is good at poetry is poor, not to mention everyone is a mirror. But at least some people are not confused. There must be someone with a golden eye. Before Du Fu died, they knew that he would be great, surpassing all his contemporaries, and equal to Li Taibai.
It's just that no one said it. There are two reasons. This article only talks about the first one: What's so good about Du Fu's poems?
Fortunately, it's not Tang poetry. Fortunately, it was derailed from that era.
Many people know that Du Fu's poems are good, but it is difficult to judge how good they are. Why? Because all the first-rate, as an alternative of the times, are like this.
-Du Fu's style is different from the popular poetic style in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, so it is difficult for people to score him in the coordinate system of the prosperous Tang Dynasty.
Without any praise for Li Bai, everyone can judge how good Li Bai's poems are. Because Li Bai is not an alien, but a genius. And Du Fu is a genius, a different kind. Li Bai's poems are nothing more than aborting Qu Yuan, Song Yu, Cao Zhi, Xie Lingyun and others, and even pushing Cao Xie to the top. Therefore, people can feel the pulse of Li Bai. But Du Fu, it's not easy.
Du Fu's poems are not the spirit of flourishing the Tang Dynasty, let alone the spirit of opening a new century and improving the world.
600 Tang poems embody the breath of the Tang Dynasty to the fullest. You are not mistaken, not 300, but 600. This is an anthology of Jin Shengtan's comments, all of which are seven-character decrees, which measure the poetic style of the Tang Dynasty on the same scale. In this book, Lao Du was not selected.
Two reasons. First, Lao Du is too tall to stand side by side with other poets. Second, Lao Du's poems cannot be simply regarded as Tang poems.
Du Fu's contemporary poets, you can call the poems written by them the poems of Kaiyuan Tianbao period. But Du Fu's poems can only be described as Tang poems, not as Tang poems. Because he is an alien in Tang poetry. In the Tang dynasty, his smell was very different from others.
Since the Tang Dynasty, there have been three levels of national poetry: Tang poetry, Song poetry and Qing poetry.
Let's just say that in the Tang poetry camp, only one person is Du Fu, and that is Du Fu himself. In the Song poetry camp, nearly half of the country is Du Fu, and the other half is influenced by Du Fu, which exceeds the sum of all other poets including Li Bai during the Tianbao period of Kaiyuan. In the camp of Qing poetry, seven or eight out of ten people are Du Fu.
When it comes to Tang poetry, it can be roughly divided into Du Fu's poems and non-Du Fu's poems.
Du Fu's poems have always been called Du Fu's poems, Li Bai's poems have not been called Shili, nor have Wang Shi and Meng Shi's poems. That's the truth. In this sense, in the whole history of China, only Qu Yuan and Tao Yuanming can be compared with Du Fu, and there were no poets after the Tang Dynasty. This is what Du Fu meant.
Poetry is divided into Tang and Song Dynasties. The styles of Tang poetry and Song poetry are completely different. The Northern Song Dynasty is slightly different from the Southern Song Dynasty. In short, they have different origins. The poetic style of the Northern Song Dynasty was mainly influenced by the late Tang Dynasty and the Five Dynasties. The poetic styles of Li Shangyin, Wen and Luo Yin in the ninth century directly influenced the poetic circles in the early years of the Northern Song Dynasty. The Southern Song Dynasty was Du Fu's world, and the whole poetry world was Du Fu's style. In the Tang Dynasty, Wei, Meng Haoran, Gao Shi, Bai Juyi could not even see the shadow of their hair in the Southern Song Dynasty.
Actually, they wrote well, too. Anyway, Cen Can, "... it is above a holy land and can only be built by spiritual hard work. Its four sides darken the bright sun, and its seven floors cut through the gray clouds. Birds fly where we can't see, and high winds blow where we can't hear. The mountains, facing the east, run together as if facing the east. ..... "What a magnificent poem!
Wei Wuying, "I hope I can bring him a glass of wine to encourage him to get through the storm at night. But how can I find his footprints among the fallen leaves piled up on the bare hillside! "This sentence, in the collected works of Li Bai and Du Fu, is absolutely first-class.
Zhang Jiuling, "the moon, now full of the sea, the end of the world * * *. People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones. Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes. So I left my message to the moon and then turned to my bed, hoping to have a dream. " This is also an eternal swan song.
Like these people, although their poems are not first-class, they are as tall as Du Li. However, their poems, including Li Bai's, failed to achieve one thing: 100% emotion was injected into the poems.
They injected 20% or 30%, and they almost reached the limit. Why? This is related to the topic selection. Look at Li Bai, Wang Changling, Wei and Zhang Jiuling. They all wrote poetic poems, such as "the moon is now full on the sea" and "the dangerous building is 100 feet high", which is enough in itself. 60% to 70% on paper is enough.
Just like shooting desert, sunset and aurora, even if the equipment is not so good, the scene is enough for you to shoot good works and leave a deep impression on people. But Du Fu is different. Du Fu shoots everything. When someone draws a sword, it must be a good sword, at least a sword, preferably a dark iron epee. Du Fu can use all kinds of plants, bamboo and stones as swords.
It is too easy for you to see such a sentence in Du Fu's poems: "The chickens are crowing and the guests are fighting. Drive the chicken to the tree and you will only hear the sound of firewood. "
Many poor poets dare not write this scene. There is no poetry at all, you write a fart! Even Wei, who has a big hand, can say this:
A rough old man stood at the door of a thatched cottage, leaning on a crutch, thinking about his son, the shepherd boy. There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves. "When writing wheat seedlings and mulberry leaves, we should use" show "and" sparse ". But Lao Du doesn't care! Looking at Lao Du's four sentences, there is not an adjective. Come here completely without modification, and dare to drive the chicken up the tree with a stick to write!
Before Du Fu's contemporaries and Du Fu, few people dared to do so. Occasionally, I can't get on the stage: "Others ride big horses, and I ride donkeys alone." Recalling Dan Chaihan, I feel much better. "
And through Du Fu's hand, these things can really be put on the table. In the Northern Song Dynasty, someone even wrote that "a crow pecked maggots when he went to the toilet on the morning of August 9th".
For example, although regular script had begun to take shape as early as Ou Yangxun, Yu Shinan, Chu Suiliang and Feng Chengsu, it didn't really take shape until Yan Zhenqing's hand.
Poetry is more difficult than calligraphy. Until Du Fu died a hundred years ago, this writing was not the mainstream. It was only in the hands of Jiangxi Poetry School in Song Dynasty that it really opened a road and merged into a big river.
The same attempts were made by Han Yu, Liu Yuxi, Bai Juyi and Yuan Zhen, but none of them reached the height of Du Fu.
Du Fu really managed to inject emotion into his poems. Poets of the same dynasty just try to inject poetry into their poems. They also want to inject emotions, and once they inject emotions, they are not so handy.
"The residual lamp has no flame shadow, and Wen Jun falls to Jiujiang this evening. Sitting up in critical condition, the black wind blows the rain and hits the cold window. " It is also necessary to use flameless residual lights and dark wind and rain to set off the mood and atmosphere. "However, it needs those songs with black wings to break the heart of a white-haired prisoner. His flight passed through the fog heavily, and his pure voice was drowned in the world of wind "(this was the early Tang Dynasty)," Qian Fan on the side of the sinking boat, Wan Muchun in front of the sick tree ",although all right, but their intense emotions were diluted by lyricism.
Looking back on Du Fu
Throw away the crutches and go out to fight. The same person in the same group shed tears for me. Fortunately, there are teeth, but the bone marrow is dry. ...
There are few secluded places, and it is difficult for old patients to help them again. Is there an article that is amazing? Working in Jianggan is very hard. ...
Reading other people's poems will make you poetic. But the impact is not enough. Du Fu's poems have a real influence. Du Fu doesn't want any tricks, but directly overturns people with overwhelming power. Historian Yan Gengwang said, throughout the ages, I have worshipped many people, but I have never worshipped anyone except Du Fu, who felt the same way after reading his poems.