Wang Wei, whose real name is miscellaneous, is the right post of Shangshu, also known as Shangshu. Influenced by Buddhist thought, he was tired of bureaucratic life and lived in seclusion in Sichuan for a period of time. He loved nature and was familiar with the countryside. His poems are quiet and leisurely, with a static beauty. Such as a farmhouse by the Weihe River:
In the countryside where the sun is setting, cattle and sheep go home along the path.
A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy.
There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves.
Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially.
No wonder I yearned for a simple life and sang "Decline" in disappointment.
The afterglow of the sunset reflected the village (the market fell), and the cattle and sheep returning to the pasture poured into the village lane. The old man missed his grandson who went to graze, and was waiting for his return outside Chai Men on crutches. In the sound of the pheasant, the wheat has sprouted, and the silkworm who has eaten enough mulberry leaves begins to sleep. The harvest year is just around the corner, and the farmers returning from Hoho meet each other and talk about their daily life with emotion. This beautiful scenery reminds the poet of the fatigue of official infighting, and he feels how peaceful and comfortable it is to live in such a rural area. I can't help singing "Decline, Decline, Hu Bugui?" In the Book of Songs. It's dark, it's dark, why don't you go home? ), indicating his interest in seclusion in the countryside. Wang Wei is proficient in music, calligraphy and painting, and has profound artistic accomplishment; Su Dongpo commented that there are paintings in his poems and poems in the paintings. The above poem can be said to be an idyllic painting.
meng haoran
The poet with the same fame as Wang Wei is Meng Haoran, originally from Xiangyang (now Hubei Province), often called Meng Xiangyang. It is said that he met Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty by chance in Zhang Jiuling. Xuanzong knew the name of his poem and ordered him to recite it. When he returned to Zhongnanshan at the end of the year, he read this sentence, including "I was expelled by a wise ruler because of my mistakes" (I lack talents, so a wise monarch doesn't need me). Xuanzong was very unhappy and said, "You didn't ask to be an official. It's not that I won't let you be an official. How can you blame me! " Later, he was not admitted to the Jinshi and was not officially an official. He lived in seclusion for a long time and was famous for his landscape poems. His poem "Passing the Old Village" is the most popular:
This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm.
Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.
Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops.
Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.
An old friend killed a chicken to cook and invited him to visit the village. Close-up, dense green trees tightly surround the village; Looking from a distance, Castle Peak extends all the way into the distance. Open the window of the porch, you can see the yard full of food and the green vegetable garden; Talk about the growth and harvest of Sang Ma with a glass of wine. In such a natural picture, how happy and comfortable it is to drink wine, eat delicious food and laugh with friends! After drinking the wine, my friends were still reluctant to go, so they met/kloc-0 and got together again on the Double Ninth Festival in 1999, drinking and enjoying chrysanthemums.
Chu Guangxi is also a frustrated hermit. His Fish Bay describes the pleasure of seclusion:
Fishing in Green Bay comes in spring, and apricot blossoms come in spring.
The pool is clear and shallow, and the lotus knows the fish are scattered.
Waiting for lovers at dusk, the boat is green and the shore is green. Green covers the sky, falling flowers float to the ground, the bottom of the pool bottoms out, the lotus moves and the fish are scattered, and the fisherman does not care about fish. It is the best enjoyment to enjoy this beautiful scenery alone. Fishing and tying boats at sunset, waiting for good friends (lovers) to meet in the green grass, such a carefree life, isn't it equal to a fairy? In fact, their life will not be without troubles and troubles. However, when writing a poem, we should put it aside first, seize a beautiful scene and emotion, and give full play to it. The poet satisfies his own creative desire, and also brings readers the enjoyment of beauty. This is called poetry.