You came from the treasure house of China's literature and art, and came to the descendants of China with thousands of books of poetry.
You came from Bashan and Shushui, 1300 years later, you turned immortal monuments into people's hearts;
You come from the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River, and the violin echoing in the empty valley tells of your infinite love for the motherland.
Ah, Li Bai, I am watching you from a distance. A naughty boy played truant by the river near the school, stared at two surprised eyes, watched the old woman sharpen the needle with an iron bar, and listened to the old man's teaching that "as long as the kung fu is deep, the iron bar is ground into a needle", which inspired him to study hard and finally reached the peak of China's poetry.
Li Bai, I watched from a distance, watching a 25-year-old young man, with lofty sentiments and ambitions, walking through the land of abundance where you were born and raised, and enjoying the rivers and mountains of China; A leaf boat takes you down to the east of the Three Gorges, passing through Jingmen, Jiangxia, Xunyang and Lushan; Traveling in Jinling and Yangzhou, wandering between Wu and Hui. You once met Meng Haoran and talked about what's going on in the world; From Linru to Anlu, I began the life of "wine storage and Anlu, wasting ten years". You left your footprints in Taiyuan Temple and lived in Dongluan. Reading your Midnight Wu Ge and A Trip to Jiangxia makes me realize your enthusiasm for caring for and sympathizing with the hard life of workers. After reading your book Huainanzi Sleeping Book, I found the ideological root of your strategist.
Li Bai, Li Bai, I look at you from a distance, at the humble hut in Culai Mountain. Under the candlelight of the ancient lamp, the hermit's figure sometimes laughs at the sky and sometimes drinks a glass. That's you and your friends who are called Zhu Xi and Liu Yi drinking freely. In the first year of Tianbao, you were upright and full of lofty sentiments, chanting "Go out and laugh in the sky, are we Artemisia people?" And embarked on the road of being called into Chang' an, the ancient capital of the East. You had hoped to devote your wisdom and sincerity to China, the motherland where you raised your life. But a position of "sacrifice of Hanlin" makes you chilling; As a "civilian", how to satisfy his desire to contribute to the country? You always pretend to be a Wang Zuo scholar. Even in the face of the emperor of the dynasty, you never lowered your noble head. Why not be afraid of being demoted when you are out of Beijing and smile coldly? This is the performance of your iron character. The majestic Chang 'an, the prosperous Chang 'an, and the economic and cultural center of Datang, you have lived here for three years. She broadens your horizons, increases your knowledge, and makes you stand higher and see farther.
Ah, Li Bai, I see you from a distance, a "Until, raise my cup, I ask the moon" and a "Ask the sky for wine". I've seen you burn all the oil and lights, and I've seen your candlelight light up again and again from night to dawn; I can see how many wolves have their heads shaved, how many inkstones have been dipped, and write poems handed down from generation to generation. Every poem is your blatant mockery of current politics; Then every Chinese character is a bullet in your hand. You once wrote "Song of the Horse", taking the horse as a metaphor and lamenting the wise master you have never met; You once wrote "Looking at Nanshan to send a song to a hermit", which shows that the ten-foot world of mortals in Chang 'an has not made you give up your yearning for a better future.
"The wind blows my heart and hangs Xianyang tree in the west." I'm watching you, watching you leave Chang 'an. Is that sad face your desolation? Is that deep sigh your frustrated pessimism? "White hair and three thousands of feet, as long as sorrow." I can't help being infected by your long worries and endless troubles. Since then, I have traveled north and south, walked in Liang and Song Dynasties, and traveled to and from Huiji, Jinling and Yicheng many times. He forged an immortal friendship with Du Fu, a contemporary poet of China culture, and climbed mountains and waded with poets and great calligraphers such as Gao Shi and Li Yi to return poems. In the fifteenth year of Tianbao, you took refuge in Lushan Screen, but the next year you were condemned for Wang Yong's failure to obey the imperial edict and Danyang's defeat, at the age of 57. Leaving his wife, he braved the sinister wind and waves of the Three Gorges in Dongting alone and embarked on a long road of life and death. Although life is hard and the road is bumpy, it can't erase your integrity, nor can it kill your concern and dissatisfaction with national affairs. A series of inspiring poems can't spare you the regret of your success twice, nor can you spare your attachment to your family and friends and your loyalty to the motherland.
Ah, Li Bai, I'm watching you from a distance, watching you from a distance, walking to Wushan and meeting Xie Dong. See you in Jiangxia, Baling, Hengyang and Lingling. You, even before you died, did not give up your lifelong ambition and great ambition to serve your country. Alas, God didn't give you another chance. On a bleak and sickly night, just in the first year of Baoying, stop your life journey. Sixty-two years old draws a full stop for your life, and those shoes that cross Qian Shan are fixed at this historical moment. Ah, Li Bai-since then, I have never seen you raise your glass and drink, nor have I seen you waving your hair under the long ancient lamp on the window paper. Your poetry walks with you, and your wine walks with you. That face that is helpless to the country will always be with you. And that famous sentence full of deep thoughts and self-pity has been with your name for generations.
Li Bai, looking at you from a distance, I understand your passion for freedom and your desire for liberation. I looked at you from a distance, and I also understood your beautiful words of dripping joy, praising the great rivers and mountains of the motherland with poems and pens; I look at you from a distance and understand your spiritual adventure and pursuit; Looking at you from a distance, I understand your desire for the liberation of repressed hearts in your dreams. Your artistic charm of "the pen falls and shakes the wind and rain, and the poem makes the gods cry" has aroused waves in my heart countless times. When I read more than 900 works handed down from generation to generation, I feel as if I have seen your mental journey, the social reality and people's spiritual life in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, and lamented your immortal contribution to China culture! How does the praise of "Poet Fairy" express the life of a talented poet?
Ah, Li Bai, you are another great poet Qu Yuan in the history of China literature.
Ah, Li Bai, I look at you from a distance, just like standing in front of China's literary treasure house. I see that the 5,000-year-old Chinese culture is like the towering Kunlun, undulating in the clouds, waiting for generations of future generations to climb.