For example, the poet Du Fu's poem "The banks of the Yellow River were recovered by the imperial army":
The news of this distant western station! The north has been recovered! At first, I couldn't stop crying on my coat.
Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. However, I packed my books and poems crazily. ?
On a green spring day, I began to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine.
Come back from this mountain, pass another mountain, go up from the south and then go north-to my own town! .
The news of recovering the homeland made people cry and wet their skirts. Looking back at my family, my sad old face no longer exists. I rolled up the book at random and packed my luggage. I was so happy that I was going crazy. Even in the daytime, this kind of good news should be celebrated with songs. Of course, I can't forget to have a few drinks. Take advantage of this good time, before I become an old man who can't move, hurry back to my hometown I miss. I want to cross Baxia and Wuxia, go to Xiangyang and then go to Luoyang, and no one can stop me.
Du Fu's joyful mood, through the lines of this poem, readers can clearly feel that he is also unconsciously happy for the poet. This sense of substitution is not found in all works, because the ecstasy of the poet when writing poetry is integrated into the poem, which makes me personally experience it.
If Du Fu's poems are a kind of selflessness, then Lin Bu's Xiao Mei in the Mountain Garden Part I is a kind of quiet pleasure:
Flowers withered, unique plum blossoms swept out against the wind, and the scenery of the small park was beautiful.
"Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk."
Cold birds want to fly, first glimpse plum blossoms; Butterflies will be enchanting if they know the beauty of plum blossoms.
Fortunately, there are micro-songs to compare, and there is no need for sandalwood gold statues.
This hermit, who calls himself "Mei Wife Crane", has no doubt about his love for plum blossoms, and this poem is full of praise. When all the fragrant flowers sway and fall, only this plum blossom blooms alone. It shows its beauty heartily, occupying all the elegance and customs in this small garden. The shadow of plum blossoms falls in the exceptionally clear water in winter, and there is a faint fragrance floating under the dusk moon. When a bird wants to fall, it should take a look first. A butterfly that only appears in spring will be heartbroken if it knows that it has missed such beauty. Fortunately, I can recite poems and get close to this beauty, and I don't have to knock on the ebony board with a golden cup of wine to praise.
What I feel from this poem is a leisurely and relaxed feeling. Unconsciously, my mouth will rise slightly. The poet praised the beauty of plum blossom so much that readers had to fall for it and indulge in the beautiful picture described by the poet. The couplets of the whole poem are also well-known, and the writing style is too beautiful and exquisite, which also makes people yearn for the seclusion of poets of that era.