The poet Li He was a native of the Tang Dynasty, a member of the Tang clan, and a descendant of Li Liang (King Dazheng), the uncle of Tang Emperor Li Yuan. Known as the "Poetry Ghost", he is a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty who is as famous as the "Poetry Sage" Du Fu, the "Poetry Immortal" Li Bai and the "Poetry Buddha" Wang Wei. There are famous works such as "Yanmen Taishou's Journey" and "Li Ping Konghou Yin". He is the author of "Changgu Collection".
Li He was born in a poor noble family in Changgu, Fuchang County (now Sanxiang, Yiyang County, Luoyang) in the sixth year of Zhenyuan (790 AD) of Emperor Dezong of the Tang Dynasty. His distant ancestor was the uncle of Li Yuan, the emperor of the Tang Dynasty. Li Liang (King of Dazheng) belonged to a distant branch of the Tang clan. When Wu Zetian was in power, he killed a large number of the descendants of his great ancestor. By the time Li He's father, Li Jinsu, had already become famous, his family was in decline, and he was living in seclusion in Changgu.
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Li He is another well-known positive romantic poet in the history of Chinese literature after Qu Yuan and Li Bai. His poems often criticize the stupidity and decadence of rulers and the dark reality of feudal separatism.
They are also sympathetic to the sorrow and pain of the lower class people, and have a progressive tendency in politics. In terms of art, his poems are high and majestic, or like clouds and snow, strange and romantic; or like the bright clouds and the beautiful moon, they are clear and bright. In terms of its unique imagination, exquisite conception, and incisive language, it is extremely original. It is unique in the middle Tang Dynasty and has pioneering achievements.
Li He's writing state is so touching that it makes people admire him. When he writes poetry, he does not rush to establish a topic, but first discovers and explores the subject matter in life. He often rides a thin horse and takes the little boy at home, thinking while walking. Once he has a good sentence or inspiration, he quickly records the sparks of inspiration that come to his mind and throws them into the little boy. In the little bag of tips that I carry on my back.
As soon as he got home, he didn't even have time to eat, so he took out the fragments of sentences he had put in during the day from his small bag, immediately sorted them out, and wrote them into praiseworthy songs. Poetry. Seeing this situation, his mother felt distressed and gratified and said: "Oh, it seems that my precious child has to vomit and vomit blood when writing before he gives up! Why did you even forget to eat? Going to eat? ”
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