Inspirational stories of ancient poets
Regardless of the vicissitudes of life, the rise and fall of society, inspiration is an indispensable line of poetry in life, and it is also an excellent tradition of ancient Chinese poetry. Below are the inspirational stories of ancient poets that I have compiled for your reference!
Inspirational stories of ancient poets 1: Li Bai jumped over the moon
In front of the Confucius Temple in Nanjing, there is a Wende Bridge. I heard from the elders that when the moon shines on the 15th day of the winter lunar month, if you stand on the bridge and look towards the water, the shadow of the moon reflected in the water will be divided into two halves: half on this side of the bridge and half on the other side. Why does the round moon shadow split into two halves? There is a story here.
It is said that Li Bai, the great poet of the Tang Dynasty, once came to Jinling (now Nanjing) and rested at a restaurant next to Wende Bridge. That day happened to be the fifteenth day of the winter lunar month. At night, he sat alone in the restaurant and admired the moon, drinking and reciting poems and rhymes. Li Bai loved the moon most in his life, saying that it was clean and beautiful. That night, he looked up and saw the white and round moon in the sky. He was very happy and drank a few more glasses. At midnight, Li Bai took advantage of the wine and went downstairs to Wende Bridge. As soon as he stepped onto the bridge, he lowered his head and suddenly saw the moon falling into the water. When the river moved, a few black lines were added to the white moon shadow.
Li Bai was so drunk at this time that he thought it was the moon that was stained by the river water. He didn't even bother to take off his boots, he opened his hands and jumped off the bridge to catch the moon. Unexpectedly, with this jump, the moon was not caught, but the moon in the water was shattered, and it was immediately divided into two halves. And so the story has been passed down. Later, people built a "de platform" next to Wende Bridge. It is said that this is the place where the great poet Li Bai admired the moon. Inspiring stories of ancient poets 2: Du Fu once made a living by selling medicine
When Du Fu was about 35 years old, he arrived in Chang'an, the then capital, where he was hit by the political conspiracy of the traitor Li Linfu. The last day he was extremely embarrassed, and in order to make ends meet, he managed to find a side job - selling medicine: delivering medicine as a condition for accepting help from others, the painstaking effort involved in this was really unspeakable.
The second time Du Fu sold medicine was in Gansu. In 759 AD, at the age of 48, he arrived in Qinzhou (now Tianshui, Gansu), where his life was even more difficult. There are more sentences about collecting medicine, making medicine, and selling medicine in his poems. For example, in the twenty poems of "Qinzhou Miscellaneous Poems", there is a saying, "If you take medicine, you will never come home, and you will have a son when you answer the door." It can be seen that even Du Fu's wife was involved in medicine at this time. He worked hard to irrigate and cultivate various medicinal herbs. At the same time, just like before in Chang'an, he sent people to deliver medicines to the city from time to time in exchange for "drug prices."
The last time the poet sold medicine seemed even more miserable. In 770 AD, Du Fu was 59 years old and so poor that he had no place to live on land and had to live on a boat. In Tanzhou on the lower reaches of the Xiangjiang River, the old, frail and sickly Du Fu set up a medicine stall in the fish market to support his family. In the winter of this year, this great poet passed away.
From the history of Du Fu selling medicine, we can deeply feel how tragic the fate of talented poets was in the old society! Inspiring stories of ancient poets 3: Wang Zhihuan's flag pavilion painting wall
One day, the winter clouds were low and snowflakes were flying. Three poets, Wang Changling, Gao Shi and Wang Zhihuan, came to Qiting to drink and enjoy the snow. When the interest was getting stronger, suddenly, a group of opera actors and actresses came to the pavilion for a banquet. The three poets immediately moved to sit aside and watched quietly around the fire. Just listen to the musicians playing music, and the singers clearing their voices and getting ready to sing.
When the three poets saw this, they discussed it privately. Wang Changling said: "The three of us are equally famous in the poetry world, and it is difficult to distinguish between the superior and the inferior. Today, when I listen to the singer singing, whose poem is included in a song, I will draw a horizontal line on the wall of the pavilion. In the end, we will judge the winner and the winner. What do you think? How?" Gao Shi and Wang Zhihuan agreed happily.
The first singer sang Wang Changling's "Farewell to Xin Jian at the Furong Tower". The poem was: "The cold rain comes to Wu at night, and I see off my guest Chu Shangu in the morning. Relatives and friends in Luoyang are like asking each other, and a heart of ice is in jade. Pot." Wang Changling was very proud and quickly drew a mark on the wall of the pavilion.
After singing, another singer continued to sing: "Opening the suitcase with tears..." This was Gao Shi's "Crying Single Father Liang Jiu Shaofu", and she also shouted excitedly: " A quatrain"! Also drew a mark on the wall.
The third singer spoke again: "The Golden Palace will open on the broomstick..." This is Wang Changling's "Long Letter of Resentment". He excitedly drew another mark and said proudly: "Two quatrains! "
Wang Zhihuan is usually very conceited and thinks that he has already become famous. Now he sees that the singers are not singing his poems, and he feels a little unhappy. So he stabilized his sitting position, cleared his throat and said to Wang Changling and Gao Shi beside him: "These are ordinary singers. They can only sing popular poems from 'Lower Riba People', but they can also sing some elegant articles from 'Yangchun Baixue' None of them dare to sing. Only high-level singers are qualified to sing this kind of poems I wrote!"
He pointed at one of the singers, the youngest and most beautiful one with flowing maidens, and said: "The female singer. Only she is qualified to sing my poems. If it weren't for my poems, I would never dare to compete with you in my life. I would be willing to be inferior. If she sang my poems, you would all have to worship me. Master!"
"Good!" Wang Changling and Gao Shi both praised in unison.
Not long after, the young and beautiful singer with her hair in her hair really stood up and sang loudly, and she sang Wang Zhihuan's "Liangzhou Ci" at the top of her mouth.
Far above the Yellow River, among the white clouds, is an isolated city called Wanren Mountain.
Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows? The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass.
The song is sad and beautiful, touching the heart.
After listening, Gao Shi and Wang Changling praised in unison: "My dear friend's poems are indeed better than mine. Good poems, really good poems!" ;