Li Bai said it was "difficult to walk", but he kept walking. Hanlin was demoted, and he "laughed out, Artemisia selengensis" and exiled Yelang. He "sang a crazy song and argued Confucius according to a constant habit in my life" and Li Bai's road made me admire more. It's unfair to say so, but I still think that the hardships of Li Bai's life are less than those 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!
3. Li Bai is free and easy, not relying on the solemnity of Gao Tang, not admiring the wealth of officialdom, standing at the top of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, standing in the position of a poet, letting the breeze cleanse the soul and dancing with Yue Hui. "Since talent is a godsend, let it be hired! , spin a thousand silver, all come back! " He sang a lot of fighting spirit; "We both hold high the idea of going far away, who wants to go to the blue sky and embrace the bright moon", and he sang great verve, so the history of mountains and rivers in the Tang Dynasty added a bit of heavy and agile atmosphere!
When Li Bai is not reused, he can still sleepwalk happily, but he can still 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 that his "everyone is drunk and I wake up alone, and things are turbid and I wake up alone" will definitely bring thoughts and warnings to future generations.
A crescent moon hangs low in the condensation, and pieces of duckweed are broken 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 secular unbearable flow, because he abandoned the "bells and drums made of jade" and became his 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 a true' self' into history.