Gengyun Liu Calligraphy Exhibition

1, Yue Fei's (1) history was tragically polished, and Yue Fei's life was brilliant. He didn't echo Qin Gui, galloping in the "eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon". But he was forced by twelve gold medals and was finally killed in the storm pavilion. Faced with the threat of evil forces, he chose the country, which is the choice of the soul. Although there is a price to pay, he has no regrets. He wrote the high melody of life with his own life, which hit the echo wall of history and clanked everywhere. ⑵ "Looking south for another year", "Recovering the old mountains and rivers" and "Hungry to eat meat and drink the blood of Huns", the power of the twelve imperial edicts is beyond the reach of a scholar-bureaucrat who is loyal to serving the country. He had to look up slowly, looking at the gloomy sunset in the sky, turning around feebly and "withdrawing". (3) Elegy is like an elegy, a pavilion and a pavilion, which casts eternal hatred and hopes for empty blood. The hero's breath is exhausted by the cold leaves of Helan Mountain. White hair flutters like a flag in the long wind, and tears flow from a hole in my heart. Tears are turbid as ink and white as essence. Write down a cavity of grief and indignation in the pale history of the Northern Song Dynasty. Eight thousand miles, clouds or clouds, months or months. Only the head, higher than the spirit, hangs high. 2. Xin Qiji (1), the head of the sunset building, I still see you, a wanderer in the south of the Yangtze River. "I saw Wu Gou and took photos of the railing. No one will attend. " The safety of the small court in the Southern Song Dynasty made you black and blue all over, just like a worker crashing into a mountain. You are sad, you are helpless, you clap your chest, you cry, and your screams are only exchanged for colleagues' eyes and court contempt. You are tired and drunk, leaning against the wine cabinet and chanting "I don't hate the ancients for not seeing me, and I hate the ancients for not seeing me." However, Jiaxuan, have you seen that for thousands of years, there was a scholar who was also angry with the other party and wanted to drink Du Kang with you and sell you a cheap land? Jiaxuan, you are not alone. Your heroic spirit will go down in history forever. The square headscarf dyed with tobacco is the slogan. You write lyrics on horseback, with Jiangshan as a paper sword as a pen, and the image flies like an arrow. You punctuate the smoke with horseshoes and insert a hunting war. The lingering Song Dynasty rejected your edge, so you had to be an idyllic poet. 3. Lu You (1) It's you, Lu You. You walk with me with your noble and patriotic heart. You are like a splendid thousand-year scenery, always edifying me. Rough life makes you write a spiritual hymn with your patriotism and purity. You are "living in a lonely village without self-pity, thinking about your country", but you only wish that "Julian Waghann will set the Central Plains in the north, and the family sacrifice will not be forgotten." Your poems and songs will always accompany me, because all this makes me feel deeply. I remember. (2) I know all the twists and turns of your love, the decline of your career, the struggle in the political whirlpool, and the tough voice full of grievances. It is your attitude and mentality in the face of rough life that has accompanied me through fourteen years of ups and downs. Your "I read in the newspaper that I have to do this" tells me. Your "Tears of the adherents shed dust, looking south to Julian Waghann for another year" turned your sincerity into a song of life, which stirred me and accompanied me for fourteen years. (3) At that time, Shenyuan was dark and moonless. Only the wind and snow roared outside the garden. Lu you listened. There it is. Lu You, you are a western Western jackdaw who refuses to live. You are a drunkard in the till. Raise my glass. I ask Mingyue, you are an idiot who has lived and died for ten years. I am grateful for your persistence. 4. Li Shangyin saw Liu Sanbian's amorous feelings, Su Dongpo's infatuation and Yuan Zhen's infatuation in that era when a hundred flowers were blooming, but the affectionate person was the only one he had ever seen in his life. In today's dazzling e-era, I urgently need a topic to calm my heart. So I thought of Li Shangyin: the one who wrote, "You said you would come, but you didn't. You left me nothing but the moonlight on your tower at five o'clock" and was heartbroken for love; Li Shangyin, who wants to "cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night", has been in love all his life; Li Shangyin, he sang, "Although my body doesn't have bright wings like a phoenix, my heart is connected and my heart is connected.". The sad poet whispered, "Never mind, even this bright flame of love has only ashes?" . "This is an illusory ambition of Lingyun, which I have never opened in my life." This is probably the biggest tragedy in his life. Li was in the late Tang Dynasty, when the imperial court declined and the struggle between Niu and Li was fierce. The combination of him and Wang Maoyuan's daughter, Qiujia Party, has undoubtedly become a victim of the struggle. Since then, he has been accused of ingratitude. Even though he never gave up his career, it was doomed to be a lonely ending. How many bitter memories have a "Jinse" entrusted, which has made a portrayal of Li You's life that "every flower is the interval of youth"? This piece of music has been played thousands of times, and only Li knows its meaning and rhythm. We are just casual passers-by, just passing by and overhearing his playing and singing, willingly disturbed by the bitter or wonderful string sound, and then sighing, "And a moment that should last forever has come and gone unconsciously." In his sorrowful poems, despite the sadness, we can always find a faint love for life. Otherwise, how can I stand alone in a tall building on a cold night when the moon is white and frosty, and when I see Wan Li in the clear sky, I think of the sentence "Motome, Qin Ge is cold-resistant, fighting in the frost in the middle of the month". "The stars sink to the bottom of the sea, see in the window, and the rain will look across the river." These two poems by Li Shangyin are very beautiful and colorful. His poetics is very similar to Li He's fantastic symbolism, shine on you is Better than Blue. It also inherited Du Fu's rigorous frustration and Li Bai's romantic free and easy. 5, Wang Xizhi's generation of book sage Wang Xizhi, "Lanting Preface" is famous all over the world. Snow-white feathers, the majestic posture that shakes the earth and the flying posture have all become his favorites. He has the indomitable spirit of a goose and the concentration of a goose. His handwriting is handsome, straight and agile as a dragon. His concentration made a generation of calligraphers, and his diligence was widely praised by later generations. The lofty sentiments of splashing ink like waves have made his feat of dyeing ink. Looking up at the universe, overlooking the category, enjoying the world, wandering in the wild, he used a short bamboo to freeze China's bones and muscles in the square inch, lost in the Lanting, and woke up to sigh the world. He used a short preface to put the context and true meaning of life between words. 6. Cao is like a long moon shining flowers and a deep pool, which is a detachment regardless of good or bad, regardless of success or failure. It is also a post station for whipping horses, climbing high and looking far; Defeat, still dripping water wears away the stone, rivers flow into the sea, there are poor and strong, and they don't fall into the blue sky, and they are not stubborn "childless, men should be self-reliant"; Rong, Jiangshan is still the same, painting style is still the same, just like the sea and mountains, familiar with the flow of years, flashy, arrogant; Shame, Han Xin, snow pine, like a fairy with feathers, I know I will take a step back and broaden my horizons, and I won't give up eating because I choke. Honor or disgrace, success or failure, show the true colors of heroes. 7. Xiang Yu's power to pull out the mountain is unstoppable and will not die when it is unfavorable. What can I do if I don't die, but what can I do if I worry? The river is so long that there are countless ships moored. Even if the sky is clear and the sky is clear in Wan Li, there is no boat to carry yesterday's "pulling mountains and raging seas". Don't say that there is only one failure in life, even if there are a thousand failures, it will never erase the eternal grandeur of this stalwart man. Live and be a man among men; Die and become the soul in the soul. Today, people still miss Xiang Yu because he refused to live and returned to the East. This life made of steel is so great that it has no toughness, no expediency and reluctance. It's really a wonderful and beautiful way to live, either to destroy Qin in World War I or to die in World War I and stand upright! 8. Wang Zhaojun picked up the lamp in the palace and asked about it. His eyes are full of enthusiasm. Why do those bones stand up and dance? Lying on the strings of the pipa, laughing? Crying? Or yelling? Sha sheng? 600,000 soldiers, 3,000 battalions, and the roaring desert wind and waves have erased the vulgarity around you. You, a little girl, want to cultivate eternal peace. How brilliant! The radiant sun can only hide in the dusk and reflect its own light. What kind of mentality is that? The vast grassland and boundless land only deserve to be a small corner in my heart. What kind of warmth is that? Even the most stubborn and powerful people, the most cunning and vicious ghosts will turn into peaceful ripples. Your delicate shoulders bear two nationalities; Your soft and clean hands hold up the whole era. Therefore, after two thousand years, history, this troubled baby, is still looking forward to your feeding. Luxury has never won you a satisfied smile, and embroidered pavilions have never given you a dream of freedom. Every year, peach blossoms bloom and fall. Why wait for most of the bees and butterflies? As you have seen, this harem, which is isolated from human spring scenery, is clearly a gorgeous cage. The news of Xiongnu and their relatives spread to Chang 'an, stunned the 3,000 beauties in the harem. And you, coming out of a pair of trembling palace moths, smiled at the eunuch who announced the imperial edict and took over history. You didn't ask about the dazzling dowry, but just gently picked up your beloved pipa and stepped out of the palace door to the end of the world. Kim is behind you. Smile with satisfaction. Your eyes are too lazy to stay on the carved saddle of gold hairpin and silver cymbals, but only glance at the weeping willows on both sides of Baqiao Bridge. They can climb and fold, but they cannot break. Long road, cold wind, neat cavalry marching in the boundless world. The wheel ran over and two ruts were deep. Whispering in the wind and sand, you finally played your own tune, not for the emperor's approval, not for the reward of concubines, but for the cries on the sleeves. The feud between the two nations will ultimately be borne by a delicate woman, such as the horseshoe of rain, the cry of thunder, the blood of notes, the call of white-haired mother, and the expectation of young women in spring. Hanshu, your trek has completed a journey beyond time and space. From prosperity to wildness, from distant dynasties to rambling? Left foot, ten years, right foot, ten years, interprets the vastness beyond the Great Wall as emptiness, chews the vastness of the desert as desolation, and finally comes down to a green grave at dusk, which contains several volumes of history engraved with blood and tears. Behind the Green Tomb is the sky in Wan Li, Central Plains. Since then, under the long river sunset and lonely smoke in the desert, your pipa has echoed for thousands of years. 9. Gou Jian is standing in the field. He is not an ordinary farmer, he is Gou Jian. He is not as good as Fu Cha. He has 300 officials in Wu, and he has to be a pawn of Fu Cha himself. Back to Huiji, he cultivated it himself, so he wouldn't eat it unless it was his own kind, and he wouldn't wear it unless it was woven by his wife. Eat rough rice and lick bitterness; While lying on the firewood shop, I was still thinking about recruiting talents from all directions. He didn't slack off for a moment. Why does he work so hard? When the country dies, he can escape, live in seclusion and die peacefully, but he doesn't! Because he didn't forget the responsibility of the monarch and the shame of national subjugation! In his heart, I remember the pain when he bowed to Focha, and the tears when his people welcomed him back to Huiji! Keep this in mind, so that he can endure the pain of gall and firewood! 10, Li Qingzhao paved a poem in the sunset, imagining the willows swaying in the soft wind when you wrote the poem. Under the Huang Lian tree, the pipa sounds. You light a lamp every night and let the beating flame stain the ink of the book with the red mole on your brow. Holding a silhouette under your meditation window is the fun of autumn wind; Reading the rhyme of Tang poetry and Song poetry is your only move. The morning is heavy, the sunset is bright, and the years are dry and glorious. How many times have I opened the curtain of the season, but I have not found your silent flower shadow; How many times I rang the eaves bell of my thoughts, but I didn't hear your transparent laughter. Boiling a pot of warm and fragrant tea, the rain and dew of the old year are like clear tears, with a touch of sweetness and a touch of loneliness and bitterness. Why is your life a life of love poems and sentences, from sentimental to sentimental, from searching to cold silence, to indifferent and gloomy, to returning from the storm? You have gone from old sorrow to new sorrow all your life, but you still haven't got rid of the word "sorrow" in your heart. Your sad words have endless meaning and beauty. Such as the wind blowing across the vast lake, such as the autumn colors in the dusk, such as the haggard dusk in front of the window, such as the drunken plum blossoms with snow every year. Empty night sky, a pair of affectionate eyes full of expectation. Sitting alone at dusk, waiting for Hong Yan to fly, let the sunset drown out hope. Xiao Sheng is flooded with rain, and your eyes will get wet inadvertently. This is a poetic day. Very thin. Sit in your own shadow and watch the wind, the moon and the clouds. Let the lonely wandering thoughts lyric for you and write immortal poems. It is beautiful to be together in your heart; Separation only exists in your poems. Together with endless hatred, it blooms a unique melancholy flower. Jingkang is ashamed, but it is still snowing. When courtiers hate, rivers die? You look up at the sky and sigh: "I hate being born without a man, so I can't gallop on the battlefield ..." Whether it's green or red, your trembling feelings have been deeply spread into the hearts of hundreds of millions of people in Jiangdong. What's not satisfactory? You are not the only one who is thinner than Huanghua, you are not the only one who worries about everything, and you are not the only one who knows everything. But when you look up and down, there is a broken sound that you can't forget. I always see the fragments of feelings shining with flowers and full of regret. So, I wrote "Jin Shi Lu" with blood and tears, and fulfilled my late husband's last wish ... A wounded bird fell on the lonely branches, and I couldn't bear to look back after worrying about it for a thousand times. Let the confession be in vain, the white hair deceives people, and there is only one taste in my heart. It overflowed my mind again. Daming Lake, Baotu Spring, Yang's former residence in the depths of weeping, jade collection, gold and literary talent, the tombstone of the late Lord Xi of the Southern Song Dynasty, I clearly saw a woman bent into a big sad word. In your heart, love is solidified, like a lonely hut; In your pen, sadness has accumulated into an ancient fossil, a strange girl full of sadness, the sadness of the country's demise, and the pain of bereavement. You have not forgotten anything. Thank you for not forgetting that today we have the pain of "I'm afraid the ship can't move and worry too much"; Only with the bitterness of "Don't worry, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers"; Only then did "this time, how can I get a sad word?" It is also the romantic beauty of "90,000 Li Fengpeng is in the right place"; Only then did I miss Xiang Yu so far. Dare not cross the river east "heroic and sad. 1 1, Su Wu waved a sheep whip and threw it deep into the clouds; Holding a bald pen and a short oblique paper, he engraved the deepest memory of the big man. On the one hand, he is a high official and generous, on the other hand, he is totally loyal: standing between forgetting and remembering, between leisure and worry, he chose to forget money, and she chose to remember loyalty, which painted the strongest stroke in human nature. What an eternal Su Wu: He remembered his faithful faith in great men with wisdom, sang and walked in the snow, sublimated the bare verse into an eternal surprise, and wrote a sad song sung through the ages. What an eternal Su Wu: He forgot the temptation of Khan's splendor with courage, drifted away in the desert sand, fixed the skinny sheep as immortal history and wrote an epic. 12, Li Yu (1) "disobeyed orders" and neglected state affairs because he was close to Zhou. The latter Zhou was virtuous and kind, and he was proficient in temperament. From then on, he enjoyed himself with Zhou Zhou, filled with flowers, talked about guqin music and commented on Zhao Mengfu's calligraphy. Very uncomfortable ... In order to express his love for Zhou Zhou, he appointed her cousin as the Prime Minister, but he also lost his country ... Song Jun, Enemy at the Gates ... 2 The phoenix tree was locked in the clear autumn, the moonlight gently filled the air with the past, and the sad goose in the fallen leaves crossed his eyes and crossed his heart like a knife. 13, Song Jiang's Shandong Timely Rain, Filial Piety for Black Saburo, Generous Poverty Alleviation, Loyalty to the Liver and Righteousness, Liangshan Calls for Benevolence and Song Gongming in Dancheng, a dutiful son in the eyes of a father and brother, a Shui Bo bandit in the eyes of the court, a stubborn man, and a passage composed of loyalty and righteousness to see Liangshan. What's more regrettable is that in order to prevent Li Kui jy from rebelling against the imperial court again, Tie Niu was also poisoned with wine, leaving only the sad song of "The vast dry Kun Fiona Fang geometry, righteously, the true colors of men ...". 14, Sima Qian chose a decadent and humble life in order to complete the history books belonging to Korea. Thousands of years later, a poet said, "The real courage is not to die heroically for what, but to live humbly for what." A whimper of autumn wind blew up the yellow pages of historical records. 15, Gou Jian and Fucha and Xi Shita, Gou Jian, at the moment when they tasted Fucha shit, the plan of revenge took root, and the pain was irreplaceable by others; The moment he gave her to Focha, he looked forward to bringing her back. He dare not forget, and he doesn't want to forget. He, Focha, in such an environment where strings are everywhere and songs and dances are around, his arrogance and extravagance are bound to rise. He is greedy for beauty, and he is more eager to please Shi than to consider political affairs. He forgot Gou Jian's past, he forgot that he was born in sorrow and died in happiness, and he forgot that he was born in Sri Lanka. She, Xi Shi, is a victim. As a woman, she not only can't get her love, but also forces a smile every day to seduce Focha, let him indulge himself and let him indulge himself. She is not happy at all. But she didn't complain because she forgot to remember herself. As a member of the country, she should consider its interests. 15, Wang Bo "Old age is also strong, it is better to move the heart of Baishi; If you are poor, you will think about it, and you will not lose your ambition. " Wang Bo, one of the four outstanding figures in the early Tang Dynasty, can be described as "unlucky and dying". However, facing setbacks directly, he was able to master life and look at it with a smile. Imagine, without Wang Bo's broad mind, how could he sing the eternal swan song "However, China keeps our friendship and heaven is still our neighbor"? 16, Bai Juyi (1) The person who plays the piano is on the water, the person who listens to the piano is on the horse, and the person who plays the piano and the person who listens to the piano meet in the same boat. This boat is a piano, which is plucked by the fingers of water. The so-called confidant is that the hearts of one person and another person are penetrated by the sound of the piano and circulated by running water. Everyone is looking for a bosom friend in the world, but they don't know when an opportunity will happen by chance. Tonight, who plays the piano alone under the waning moon? Loud sounds, such as the first frost in the four fields, the sound of the piano floats farther away than in the distance. The autumn moon on a cold night, the eternal mood, is on the jade finger and the light string. The sentimental feelings of Lushan Mountain were exhausted by the poetry pipa in an ancient night. ⑵ Xunyang River rolled and flowed on the pipa, and Bai Sima put down his glass and sadly tuned the strings. At the end of the song, the fingers playing the pipa slide gently on the strings. As a result, the boat full of autumn grievances disappeared forever with the sound of the piano. The poet, on the other hand, walks into the classics gloomily with wet poems. Two long lines of tears, hanging on the face of history, can no longer be erased. Chen Yi: Marshal Chen Yi, the eldest grandson, made great contributions to the liberation of the people of China. Shortly after liberation, he served as Deputy Prime Minister and Foreign Minister of the State Council, and his work was very busy. 1962, when he came back from a visit abroad, he passed by his hometown and took time to visit his seriously ill old mother. Rola Chen's mother is paralyzed in bed and can't take care of herself. Mother was very happy when Chen Yi came into the room. She was just about to say hello to her son when she suddenly remembered that the changed diaper was still by the bed, so she motioned the people around her to hide under the bed. When Chen Yi saw this, he quickly said, "Mom, you have been ill in bed for a long time, and I'm sorry that I can't wait on you. I should wash these pants, why should I hide them? " Mom was embarrassed, and the people next to her quickly took out the diapers and rushed to wash them. Chen Yi quickly stopped him and said emotionally, "Mom, when I was a child, you didn't know how many times you washed my diaper. I washed 10 diapers today, and I can't repay your kindness! " Say that finish, Rola Chen took diapers and other dirty clothes to wash, and mother smiled with relief. Li Bai said "it's hard to walk", but he kept walking. Laugh while walking, and say goodbye to old friends while walking. A pot of turbid wine, "singing all over the mountains and rivers for 80 thousand miles"; A canoe, "just look at the Yangtze River flowing in the sky". However, Li Bai is also a scholar envied by heaven! People who envy him-young talents; Jealous of his poem-Water Lotus. ; Li Bai said "it's hard to walk", but he kept walking. Hanlin was demoted, and he "laughed at the sky and went out." Are our generation Artemisia people? " Exile Yelang, who is "singing a crazy song arguing with Confucius according to a constant habit in my life". I admire Li Bai's road even more. It's unfair to say so, but I still think that Li Bai's life is less difficult than that of Tao Qian and Qu Zi. But he insisted on going on, because he firmly believed that "one day I will ride the wind and waves"! A piece of Baoyu is polished back and forth on the rigid political stage, but it is not dirty or polished at all! 2. Li Bai is free and easy, not relying on the solemnity of Gaotang, not admiring the wealth of officialdom, standing on the mountain of Datang, standing in the position of a poet, letting the breeze cleanse the soul and dancing with Yue Hui. "Since God has given talents, let them find jobs!" , spin a thousand silver, all come back! " He sang a lot of fighting spirit; "We both hold high the idea of going far away, and want to go to the blue sky to embrace the bright moon", and he sang great verve, thus adding a bit of massiness and chic to the book of Jiangshan History of Datang! Is it true that Li Bai, who has no official career, does not reflect his own value? I can't. When Li Bai is not reused, he can still sleepwalk happily in Tianmu and have a drink. He has an optimistic smile about tomorrow. When Su Shi was repeatedly demoted, he still had the style of "boating on the Red Cliff" and the heroic spirit of "scouring the waves for generations". He is full of hope for tomorrow. When Qu Yuan threw himself into the river, I think he must have smiled, because he firmly believed in his own "everyone is drunk, I wake up alone;" The world is cloudy, and I am alone. "It will definitely bring thinking and vigilance to future generations. 4. A crescent moon hangs low in the condensation, and pieces of duckweed break into swaying jadeite. The poet sighed and felt layers of ink. Li Bai's life went down in history because he didn't imitate the worldly unbearable flow, because he abandoned the "bells and drums made of jade" and became a true self. His life is successful. If he pursued money, fame and fortune like a scholar-bureaucrat at that time and violated his own soul, there would be no more elegant robes of the mountains and rivers of the motherland, and no more masterpieces handed down in history would be sung by the world. The rain of history did not fall into Taibai's soul, but he wrote his true self into history. 5. People can have an open mind only if they are high-spirited. " Ah, how can I bow and scrape to those high officials whose sincere faces will never be seen? Li Bai, who was slandered, was rewarded with gold by Xuanzong. Despite the virtue of the stars and the talent of Hui Qi, he is still in high spirits. "till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon took my shadow to make the three of us", and the wine into sorrow caused the bright moon to differentiate into firm but gentle, and the beautiful color was half prosperous in Tang Dynasty. If there is no spirit, how can he have such an open mind? 6. Li Baice is a fine horse, galloping on the dim ancient road. However, the intrigue of officialdom and the hypocrisy of the secular world tripped his running steps, and the ruthless reality cooled his enthusiasm. Yes, when Lux took off his boots for me and the imperial concubine wiped ink for him, it should be the smoothest period for his career. But he inadvertently saw the flattering gaffes of Lux and the secret smile of the imperial concubine, and felt that he should let his running feet stagnate forever and leave this dark golden horse gate. He clearly knows that he would rather spend all his money and lead a drunken life than be a "royal scholar" in the Tang Dynasty! So he took a sword and a glass of wine to visit White Deer, which he temporarily put in a famous mountain, and walked out of the dark career door forever. In the past, he got on a horse and gave it to Xu to gallop. Today, he rode a white deer to the distant place he dreamed of. After drinking a large glass, I went back to my favorite place and found a quiet and luxurious place to have a drink. Going south to the five mountains, dreaming of the sky, it is difficult to pay for ambition. Running makes him fall and bump again and again, and running makes him get spiritual transcendence-his thoughts will always mature in wandering and frustration. 7.☆ Violet, a layman who "doesn't serve the powerful", used to laugh and scold Confucius in a bohemian way, and once let Yang Yuhuan, who "laughs when riding a princess in the world of mortals", grind ink for them and let Gao Lishi take off his boots for them. What a "heretical" act it is and what an absurd trip it is. But Taibai saw that the world was cold and left angrily. No Yi 'an layman said, "What's the sad word this time?" There is no sadness, and there is no sadness of Liu Sanbian's "holding hands to see tears and being speechless". The phrase "a poem is given to the north window, and a million words don't plant a glass of water" is just a smile. 8. "Long winds and waves, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea", high-spirited Li Bai, is full of infinite expectations for the future. He wants to show his talents through his official career, serve the country and spend his life. However, years of official life and years of sword fighting travel made Li Bai reflect. He had his ups and downs, and he finally saw the hardships and darkness of his career. Gao Lishi put on his boots, but put on his fetters. The reward of the empire is actually the begging of his master. So, "what are bells and drums, delicacies and treasures?" I hope I'll never wake up when I'm drunk. "He cleaned his depression with wine and the filth of the world with mountain springs. Every time he wakes up after being drunk, he begins to re-examine the world and trudge across the country. He always has a belief, a fiery poetic impulse, and a free and easy "access"! Therefore, although he was not reused by the imperial court, he was not abandoned by the world or forgotten by the people. So he constantly regained hope and hid himself in the city. Perhaps his philosophy of life is "universal life, both inside and outside"! Li Bai! Worthy of the title of "Poet Fairy", he is a immortal who lives in the city. 9. Lofty and grand ideals. Li Bai lived in the prosperous Tang Dynasty and had great ambitions. "Shen Guanzhong's talk, seeking the skills of the emperor and fighting for the wisdom of the emperor, is willing to help make the atlas bigger."