"In the first half of Emei Mountain in autumn, Pingqiang River reflects." There is a bright moon on the mountain, a breeze on the river and a boat at the foot. The river in my hometown sent Li Bai "to the countryside with a sword and leave my relatives to travel far away." Li Bai took the moon in his hometown to explore his new world. Moonlight gently kissed his fluttering attire, and tenderness and pity sprinkled on the sword around his waist, cold and resolute.
It's always hard to get rid of lingering homesickness. Another bright night. Li Bai woke up from his dream, but there was a piece of silver frost in front of his bed. "How can it frost before autumn and winter?" He looked up at the window. It turned out to be the masterpiece of the moon. Looking at the bright moonlight, his eyes became blurred and ethereal, and the scenery and personnel in his hometown emerged like a phantom. In the dissolved moonlight, it is sometimes clear and sometimes hazy. Li Bai sighed and said, "Looking up, I found it was moonlight. Look down at your hometown." So the moon in his hometown, the hometown of the moon, is haunted by dreams in his poems.
Frustrated in official career and bumpy in life, Li Bai can't rise and fall in the sea of officials. In the cold world, I am often depressed and difficult to be happy. On that lonely night in Leng Yue, when the stars were dim, among the flowers in Li Bai's hip flask courtyard, the moonlight was mottled, the shadows were messy, and he drank wine alone. Who is a bosom friend? A little crazy, Li Bai invited Leng Yue in the sky to be his friend and his own figure. He drowned his sorrows in loneliness, and his eyes were full of helplessness. "Guys, come on, let's get drunk, haha ..." His ruthless laughter floated in the night sky.
Huayang left the branch with the last breeze. Only Zigui birds fly around the tree, repeating heartbreaking wails. Good friend Wang Changling was banished to a distant and desolate place, and a broken moon in the sky was painted with a sad face. Li Bai silently prayed for the peace of his good friend. Although he can't go with him, he still misses his good friend and the moon has left. "I am worried that the bright moon will follow you until Yelangxi." His affection is profound, and Mingyue knows it well, so he should be moved by it and live up to his mission.
"We are both held to the sky to think, and I want to go to the sky to hug the sun and the moon." Li Bai's life is bold and romantic, which is very comparable. He is a generation of poetic immortals, chivalrous and fearless. He wants to spend nine days on the moon. What a lofty ideal and ambition! However, how unfortunate and sad it is that fame is not established and ambition is hard to pay! In Caishiji near the Yangtze River, Li Bai, an old man, raised his glass and bathed in the brilliance of the moon. He saw it. The moon in the river is exceptionally bright, moist as jade, gentle as a gentleman and warm as a relative ... He was ecstatic and jumped on his beloved moon ... The Yangtze River witnessed the poet's great and sacred destination.
Poet Yu Guangzhong commented on Li Bai in this way: "Wine enters luxury intestines/seven points are Leng Yue/the other three points are shock wave/embroidered mouth/it is half of the prosperous Tang Dynasty."
Li Bai is a symbol of an era. The night sky is bright because of the bright moon, and the poetry world is brilliant because of Li Bai. Later generations will always remember Li Bai's gorgeous poems and his enthusiasm for the moon.
"As clear as the bright moon, when can I compose music?" Li Bai is always with the moon. ...