There should be more celebrity stories about "calling" than writing.

1. The history of Yue Fei (1) has been polished with tragic splendor, which has made Yue Fei's life brilliant. He didn't go along with Qin Gui and galloped in the "eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon". However, he was forced by twelve gold medals and was finally killed in the Wind Wave Pavilion. Faced with the threat of evil forces, he chose the country, which is the choice of the soul. Although there is a price to pay, he has no regrets. He wrote the high melody of life with his own life and shot it on the echo wall of history, and the zither sounded everywhere. ⑵ "Looking south to Julian Waghann for another year", "Recovering the old mountains and rivers", "Hungry to eat Hu Lu's meat and drink Hun's blood", when a snow humiliation was coming, the power of the twelve imperial edicts was beyond the reach of a scholar-bureaucrat who was loyal to serving his country. He had to slowly look up and look at the gloomy sunset glow in the sky, turn around feebly and "withdraw". (3) elegy is like a lament, a pavilion, which casts eternal hatred of looking at empty blood. The hero's breath was exhausted by Helan Mountain in Leng Ye. White hair fluttered like a flag in the long wind, and a hole in my heart poured out tears of rivers and mountains. Tears are turbid into ink, and white is fine. Write a cavity of grief and indignation in the pale history of the Northern Song Dynasty. Eight thousand miles, cloud or cloud, month or month. Only the head, above the spirit, hung high. 2. Xin Qiji (1) At the head of the sunset building, I still see you, a wanderer in the south of the Yangtze River. "I saw Wu Gou, and I took pictures of the railings. No one will attend." The safety of the small court in the Southern Song Dynasty made you bruised and bruised like a * * * worker hitting a mountain. You are sad, you are helpless, you clap your chest, you cry, and your screaming is only in exchange for the supercilious look of your colleagues and the contempt of the court. You are tired and drunk, leaning over the wine case and chanting "I don't hate the ancients for not seeing me, and I hate the ancients for not seeing my crazy ears". However, Jia Xuan, have you seen that for thousands of years, there was a scholar who was equally angry with Fang Qiu and wanted to drink Du Kang with you and sell you a piece of base? Jiaxuan, you are not alone. Your golden stone and heroic spirit will last forever in history. ⑵ A square headscarf dyed with smoke is a slogan. You write lyrics on horseback, use Jiangshan as a paper sword as a pen, and the image flies like an arrow. You use horseshoes as punctuation and insert them into a hunting battle in the smoke. The lingering Song Dynasty refused your sharpness, so you have to be an idyllic poet. 3, Lu You (1) It's you, Lu You, you walk with me with your noble and patriotic heart. You are like a splendid thousand-year scenery, always edifying me. Rough life makes you compose your patriotic heart and noble and pure into a spiritual hymn. You are "lying in a lonely village without feeling sorry for yourself, thinking about being a country", but you are only willing to "Julian Waghann Beiding Central Plains Day, and family sacrifices will not be forgotten." Your poems and songs will always accompany me, because all this makes me feel deeply. I remember. (2) I know all the twists and turns of your love, the decline of your career, your struggle in the political whirlpool and the hard voice full of grievances. It is your attitude and mind in facing your bumpy life that has accompanied me through fourteen years of ups and downs. Your "I have learned from the paper that I have to do it" tells me. Your "adherents shed tears in the dust, looking south to Julian Waghann for another year" turned your sincerity into a song of life that stirred me up and accompanied me for fourteen spring and autumn periods. (3) At that time, the Shen Garden was dark and moonless. Only the wind and snow roared outside the garden. Lu You listened and listened. Be there. Lu You, you are Western jackdaw who refused to live after picking up all the cold branches, you are a drinker in till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon, and you are an idiot who has lived and died for ten years. Your persistence has made me feel grateful. 4. Li Shangyin saw Liu Sanbian's amorous feelings, Su Dongpo's infatuation and Yuan Zhen's infatuation in that era of blooming flowers, but the affectionate person is the only one who has ever seen in his life. In today's dazzling e-era, I urgently need something to talk about to appease my heart. So I thought of Li Shangyin: the one who wrote "you said you would come, but you did not, and you left me with no other trace, than the moonlight on your tower at the fifth-watch bell" and was heartbroken for love; Li Shangyin, who wanted to "when * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talked about evening rain", loved all his life; Li Shangyin, who sings "though I have for my body no wings like those of the bright-coloured phoenix, the heart is connected, the heart is connected". The sad poet who crooned "Never mind, and of even this bright flame of love, shall there be only ashes?". "It' s a vain ambition of Lingyun, and it' s never been opened in my life." I'm afraid it's the biggest tragedy of his life. Li was at the end of the Tang Dynasty, the imperial court was in decline, and the struggle between Niu and Li was fierce. His combination with Wang Maoyuan's daughter, an enemy party, undoubtedly became a victim of the struggle. Since then, he has been accused of ingratitude. Even though he never gave up his career, it was doomed to be a lonely ending. How many bitter memories a "Jinse" has entrusted to Li You's portrayal of "each with its flower-like fret an interval of youth" in his life? This piece has been played thousands of times, and only Li himself knows the meaning and rhyme. We are just careless passers-by, just passing by and overhearing his playing and singing, willingly being disturbed by bitter or wonderful string sounds, and then sighing "and a moment that ought to have lasted for ever, has come and gone before I knew." In his mournful poems, despite the sadness, we can always find a faint love for life. Otherwise, how can I stand alone in a tall building on a cold night when the moon is white and frosty, and when I see a clear sky, I think of the sentence "Qinge Motome is cold-resistant, and fighting in the frost in the middle of the month." "When the stars sink to the bottom of the sea, see them in the window, and the rain will look across the river." These two poems by Li Shangyin are very beautiful and colorful. His poetics is very similar to Li He's fantasy symbolism, and shine on you is better than blue. It also inherited Du Fu's rigorous frustration and Li Bai's romantic ease. 5, Wang Xizhi's generation of book sage Wang Xizhi, "Preface to Lanting Collection" is famous all over the world. Snow-white feathers, the majestic posture that shakes the sky and flies, have become his favorite. He has the indomitable spirit of a goose and the concentration of a goose. His handwriting is handsome and straight, and he is as agile as a dragon. His concentration has made a generation of calligraphers, and his diligence has been widely praised by later generations. Splashing ink like a wave of lofty sentiments, he achieved the feat of the ink dyeing side. Looking up at the universe, looking down at the categories, wantonly enjoying the world, and wandering in the wild, he used a short bamboo to freeze the bones and muscles of China on the square inch, drunk in Lanting, and woke up to sigh the world. He used a short preface to put the context and true meaning of life between words. 6. Cao Caocheng, like a long moon shining on flowers and a deep pool, is a detachment regardless of whether it is good or bad, regardless of success or failure. It is also a post station that raises the whip and steers the horse, and climbs high and far; Defeat, still dripping water wears away the stone, the river flows into the sea, there is poverty and firmness, and it does not fall on the proud shore of Qingyun, and it is not stubborn to "have no seeds, and men should be self-reliant"; Rong, Jiangshan is still the same, the style is still the same, just like the sea and the mountains, familiar with the flow of years, flashy, and disdainful; Shame, Han Xin, the bottom of the snow is loose, just like a feathered fairy, I know that I will take a step back and broaden the horizon, and I won't give up eating because of choking. Honor or disgrace, success or failure, show the true colors of heroes. 7. Xiang Yu's efforts to pull out the mountains are overwhelming, and when it is unfavorable, it will not die. What can I do if I don't die, but what can I do if I am worried? The river is long and there are countless boats moored. Even if the sky is clear and Wan Li is clear, there is no boat to carry yesterday's "pulling the mountains and making the world angry". Don't say that there is only one failure in life, even if there are 1 times, it will never erase the eternal grandeur of this stalwart man. Alive, be man of men; dead, be soul of souls. Today, people are still cherishing the memory of Xiang Yu, for he refused to live on his life and returned to the east land. This life made of steel is so great that it has no toughness, and there is no slightest expediency and reluctance. Either destroy the Qin Dynasty in World War I, or abandon the world in World War I, and stand tall and upright, which is really a wonderful and beautiful way to live! 8. Wang Zhaojun picked up the lamp in the deep palace and asked about it. His eyes were full of bonfires. Why did those white bones stand up and dance? Lying on the strings of the pipa, but laughing? Crying? Or shouting? ShaSheng? 6, soldiers, 3,-Li company camp and the whistling desert wind-wave and erase the thick vulgarity around you. You, a little girl, want to nurture eternal peace. How brilliant it is! The radiant sun can only hide in the dusk and reflect on its own light. What kind of mind is that? The grassland of vast expanse and the boundless land only deserve to be a small corner of my heart. What kind of warmth is that? Even the most stubborn and powerful man, the most cunning and vicious ghost will turn into a calm ripple. Your delicate shoulders shoulder two nationalities; Your soft and clean hands hold up the whole era. Therefore, after two thousand years, history, this troubled baby, is still looking forward to your feeding. Luxury never won you a satisfied smile, embroidering and painting pavilions never gave you a free dream. Every year, peach blossoms bloom and fall, so why did you wait for more than half a bee butterfly? As you have already seen, this harem, which is isolated from the spring scenery of the world, is clearly a gorgeous cage. The news of the Huns and their relatives spread to Chang 'an, stunned the 3, beauties in the harem. And you, walking out of a pair of trembling palace moths, smiled at the eunuch who announced the imperial edict and took over the history. You didn't ask about the dazzling dowry, but you just gently picked up your beloved pipa, stepped out of the palace door and went to the end of the world. Dan Bi Jin behind you. Smile with satisfaction. Your eyes don't bother to stop on the golden hairpin, silver cymbals and carved saddles, but only cast an affectionate glance at the weeping willows on both sides of Baqiao Bridge. They can climb and fold, but they can't be broken. It's a long road, cold wind, and a neat procession of horses marching in the boundless world. The wheels run over and two ruts are deep. Whispering in the wind and sand, you finally played your own music, not for the approval of the emperor, not for the reward of concubines, but for the few cries on the sleeve. The feud between the two nations will eventually be borne by a delicate woman, such as the horseshoe of the rain, the cry of thunder, the blood of the note, the call of the white-haired mother and the expectation of the young woman in spring. Hanshu > Your trekking has completed a journey beyond time and space. From the prosperous to the wild, from the distant dynasty to the rambling? Left foot, ten years, right foot, ten years, interpret the vastness beyond the Great Wall as emptiness, chew the vastness of the desert into desolation, and finally boil down to a green tomb at dusk, in which several volumes of history engraved with blood and tears are buried deeply. Behind the green tomb, it is the Wan Li sky in the Central Plains. From then on, under the long river sunset and the lonely smoke in the desert, your pipa sound echoed for thousands of years. 9. Gou Jian stood in the field. He is not an ordinary farmer, he is Gou Jian. He is inferior to Fu Cha, with 3 officials in Wu, and he has to be a pawn of Fu Cha himself. When he returned to Huiji, he cultivated it himself, so that he wouldn't eat it unless his parents planted it, and he wouldn't wear it unless his wife knitted it. Eating rough meals and licking gall; While lying on the firewood shop, I was still thinking about recruiting talents from all directions. He doesn't slack off for a moment. Why does he have to work so hard? When the country dies, he can escape, live in seclusion and die peacefully, but he doesn't! Because he did not forget the responsibility of the monarch, did not forget the shame of national subjugation! At the bottom of his heart, I remember the pain at the moment when he bowed to Fu Cha, and remember the tears when his people welcomed him back to Huiji! This in mind, so that he can endure the pain of gall, firewood hard! 1. Li Qingzhao paved a poem in the setting sun, imagining the willow tree shaken by the soft wind in the water as you write poetry. Under the Huang Lian tree, the pipa sounds. You light a lamp every night, and let the beating flame stain the ink of the scroll with the red mole between the eyebrows. Holding the silhouette under your meditation window is the fun of autumn wind; Reading the rhyme of Tang poetry and Song poetry is your only touch. The dawn is floating and heavy, the evening glow is clearly extinguished, and the years are dry and glorious. How many times I opened the curtain of the season, but I failed to find your silent flower shadow; How many times I rang the eaves bell of my thoughts, but I failed to hear your transparent laughter. Boil a pot of warm fragrant teas, and the rain and dew of the old year are like clear tears, with a faint sweetness and a faint loneliness and bitterness. Why is your life a life of love poems and sentences, from sentimental to sentimental, from searching to being cold and quiet, to being cool and gloomy, and to the return of the wind and rain? You have walked all your life from old sorrow to new sorrow, but you still haven't got rid of the word "sorrow" in your heart. Your sad words have endless meanings and endless beauty. Such as the wind across the vast lake, such as the autumn colors in the dusk, such as the gaunt dusk in front of the window to drain the rain, such as the drunken plum blossoms inserted in the snow every year. Empty night sky, a pair of affectionate eyes full of expectation. Sitting alone at dusk, waiting for Yan Hong to fly, let the setting sun drown out hope. Xiao Sheng is flooded with rain, and your eyes get wet inadvertently. It's a poetic day. It's thin. And sit in your own shadow, reading the wind, the moon and the clouds. Let lonely wandering thoughts lyric for you and write immortal poems. Getting together is beautiful in your heart; Separation is unique only in your poems. Together with the endless hatred, it blooms a unique melancholy flower. Jingkang shame, still not snow. When courtiers hate, rivers die? You look up at the sky with a sigh: "I hate being born without a man, so I can't gallop on the battlefield ..." Whether it's green or red, but whether it's Jiangdong, your trembling feelings have been deeply spread into the hearts of hundreds of millions of people. What is there to be dissatisfied with? It's not only you who are thinner than the yellow flowers, it's not only you who are worried about everything, and it's not only you who are sad when it's warm and cold. But when you look up and down, there is a broken sound that you can't forget. I always see the fragments of sentiment shining with the light of flowers and full of regrets. Therefore, I wrote Jin Shilu with tears of blood, fulfilling my late husband's last wish ... The loneliness of a wounded bird falling all over the branches, and I can't bear to look back again if I worry about it for a thousand times. Let confession be in vain, white hair deceives people, and only one kind of taste is strong in my heart. It overflows my mind again. Daming Lake, Baotu Spring, former residence in the depths of weeping Yang, jade collection, Jin Yulu, literary talent has the legacy of the late Lord to wash the tombstone of the Southern Song Dynasty, I clearly saw a woman bent into a big sad word. In your heart, love is solidified, like a lonely hut; In your pen, sadness has accumulated into an ancient fossil, a strange girl full of sadness, the sadness of national destruction and the pain of bereavement, and you have never forgotten anything. Thanks to you not forgetting, today we have the pain of "I'm afraid that the boat can't move, and there are many worries"; Only then did you have the bitterness of "Mo Dao does not disappear, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers"; Only then has "this time, how can I get a sad word?" It is also the romantic beauty of "Nine Wan Li Fengpeng Zhengju"; Just had "thinking of Xiang Yu so far. Dare not cross Jiangdong "heroic and sad. 11. Su Wu waved a sheep whip and a golden hat, and he threw it into the depths of the sky; Get a bald pen, short paper oblique, he engraved the deepest nostalgia for the big fellow. On the one hand, he is a high-ranking official, and on the other hand, he is totally loyal: standing between forgetting and remembering, between leisure and worry, he chose to forget wealth, and she chose to remember loyalty, which painted the strongest stroke on human nature. What an eternal Su Wu: With wisdom, he remembered his faithful faith to the great man, sang and walked in the snow, sublimated the bare stanza into an eternal surprise, and wrote a sad song that was passed down through the ages. What an eternal Su Wu: He used courage to forget Khan's fame and wealth.