Some people like Su Shi, who was bold and unrestrained in the Southern Song Dynasty, some people like Lu You, who was concerned about the country and the people, some people like Du Fu, who is called the "Poetry Saint"... and I like Li Bai, who is called the "Poetry Immortal".
The romantic poet Li Bai wrote countless poems throughout his life, which are admired by future generations. I like Li Bai's "Flying down three thousand feet, it seems that the Milky Way has fallen from the sky". From here, you can see how majestic the famous mountains and rivers of the motherland are; I also like Li Bai's "The water in the Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, and it is not as deep as Wang Lun's gift to me." ", from here we can see the deep friendship between Li Bai and Wang Lun; I also like Li Bai's "Looking up at the bright moon, bowing his head to think of his hometown", from which we can taste Li Bai's deep homesickness; I also like Li Bai's "The dangerous building is a hundred feet high, and you can pick the stars with your hands", from which we can read Li Bai's rich imagination.
In addition to his works, the origin of Li Bai's name is also very interesting. According to legend, his father loved his son very much and wanted Li Bai's name to be extraordinary, so Li Bai did not have a formal name until he was seven years old. One spring, Li Bai's family was admiring flowers in the yard. The father wanted to test his son's skills and chanted two lines: "The spring breeze brings warmth and all flowers bloom, and the gold blooms in spring come first." After saying that, let the mother and son continue. Li Bai pointed at the plum tree and blurted out: "The plum blossoms are in full bloom and the tree is white." His father cheered repeatedly, and his heart moved: Isn't the first word of this poem exactly his family name, and the last "white" doesn't mean the holiness of Li flowers. Elegant? So he named his son Li Bai.
Li Bai’s death is also very special. He didn't die of worry, illness, or anger, but he died of drunkenness. According to legend, one night, Li Bai was drunk and staggering on the mountain path, and found the shadow of the moon in the river. He thought: Strange, why did the moon fall into the river? I want to pick it up. Hang up to the sky. But before the moon rose, he drowned. Although wine enabled Li Bai to write famous poems, it also drank him to death.
This is my favorite poet. His hundreds of poems about drinking, his extraordinary life and his extraordinary name make me deeply admire him.
I think who is the first poet in the Tang Dynasty, it must be Li Bai!