(Tang) Li Bai
White hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a (a) long.
I don't know where autumn frost is in the mirror.
1, Qiupu: southwest of Guichi District, Chizhou City, Anhui Province. The Tang Dynasty was a famous copper and silver producing area. 2. Fate: Because. 3, autumn frost: autumn frost, used here to describe white hair. Like a: this.
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The white hair on my head grows to three thousands of feet! Just because I've been sad for too long. Facing the bright mirror, my hair is as white as autumn frost. I really don't know where this kind of eyes come from!
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This poem expresses the poet's difficulty in displaying his talents with romantic exaggeration. The first sentence "three thousands of feet with white hair" is a wonderful exaggeration, which seems unreasonable. A person can't have seven feet tall and three thousand feet long hair. I didn't understand until I read the next sentence, "Fate is like a long sorrow", because sorrow is like this. "Fate", because; "Long", so long. White hair is born of sadness and grows because of sadness. This 3000-foot white hair is a symbol of inner sadness. The tangible white hair in the poem is replaced by intangible sadness, so these three thousands of feet white hairs are naturally understood as artistic exaggeration. The last two sentences "I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror" mean: I look at the clear bronze mirror and see my rustling white hair, but I don't know how my hair has become so white. By asking myself questions, I further strengthened the characterization of the word "sorrow" and expressed the poet's difficult dilemma. "Autumn frost" refers to white hair, which has a sad and haggard emotional color. This poem was written in the last years of Tianbao in Li Longji, Xuanzong of Tang Dynasty. At that time, the Tang Dynasty was politically corrupt and the poet was deeply worried about the whole situation. At this time, Li Bai was over 50 years old, and his ideal could not be realized, but he was suppressed and excluded. Why not let the poet worry about his white hair and dye his temples with autumn cream?