Taibai's ten poems are nine words about the moon. After repeated chanting by the poet, the moon has become a beautiful and moving image, endowed with special life and feelings. Drink with the moon
But all geniuses are lonely. Li Bai yearned for fame, but his career was bumpy and his pursuit was suppressed. He yearns for equality of personality, but struggles in the strict social hierarchy. However, the lofty, heroic and enterprising open temperament formed by the poet under the influence of the spirit of the prosperous Tang Dynasty made him unable to remain silent in the lonely ocean. Li Bai's life has had ups and downs, and there have been stormy waves, but the moon he wrote is pure, quiet and bright.
Li Bai was born in the first year of Chang 'an (AD 70 1 year) after Tang Wu, and mainly lived in the Su Xuan Dynasty. In the early period of Xuanzong, that is, the Kaiyuan period, the rulers paid more attention to developing the economy and stabilizing the society in the hundred years after the founding of the People's Republic of China, and the development of social economy and culture reached an unprecedented peak, which was called "the flourishing age of Kaiyuan" in history. However, there are still various contradictions behind the background of "Kaiyuan Prosperity", so in the late Xuanzong period, that is, Tianbao period, social decay increased day by day, social economy was seriously damaged, and the golden age of Tang Dynasty was fleeting. Li Bai is in such a ups and downs historical period. He "carried Liu Jia at the age of five, and watched a hundred schools at the age of ten". He is charming, uninhibited, passionate about fencing and advocating rangers. Before he was twenty-five, he had seen all the famous mountains and rivers in his hometown of Shu. Twenty-six-year-old "Go abroad with a sword and leave your relatives to travel far" ("History of Shang 'an Peichang")
This is the monologue of the poet under the moon. Know loneliness, but don't want to be lonely; Knowing that you are down and out, you are still broad-minded. So he invited the heartless moon and the invisible shadow to testify. Dance, sober up, get together, write the month, write the shadow, and write about yourself.
Li Bai has never forgotten the moon in Emei. Even though Wan Li travels far, he has been watching and remembering, and he feels that she is with him. Now I see a monk from my hometown in front of the Yellow Crane Tower. He brought Emei Moon, which will accompany him to Chang 'an. This bright moon not only shines on Jiangxia, Chang 'an and surrounding Qinchuan, but also returns to Shu with the moon in Emei. In fact, there is a bright moon in Wan Li. It doesn't matter if there is a bright moon here or there. But on the one hand, it can be seen that Li Bai has a special liking for the moonlight in his hometown, and on the other hand, he is like a floating cloud, stranded in the five mountains, envious that the monks in Sichuan can still see the Emei bright moon when they return.
From bed to sky, from moonlight to autumn frost, the distance is not far, and the bridge of imagination is set up at this moment; From looking up to looking down, from looking at the moon to homesickness, a pitch is completed. Thinking flies thousands of miles away, footprints and vicissitudes of life on the horizon come to mind one by one.
Among the poets from ancient times to the present, who has seen so many moons in his works, and who can spare no effort to give the moon such a colorful name, not to mention whether there will be anyone in the future, but it is absolutely unprecedented. In a word, Li Bai has always had a sincere yearning and pursuit for the moon. Because the moon is a symbol of purity and elegance, which accords with the poet's aboveboard mind, Li Bai looks forward to the moon, thinks about it, calls for it, invites it, wants it, enjoys it, makes it as a moon, Mugetu, and even "wants to hold it in the blue sky" ("Uncle Yun Xuanzhou Xie Tiaolou sent off the school book"), but the real life is always unsatisfactory and can only be "harmony".
I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing a boat towards the sun. "("it is hard to go ")" So, Li Bai got into a canoe, picked wine in the search for the moon, and wandered around. "What a reed knows in the longitudinal direction is worthless."
The bright moon is reflected in the stagnant river, like a white jade plate; Xu Lai, a breeze, "total shadow moonlight" ("Hidden Man on Jinling River"), scattered into thousands of silver lights. How beautiful! How bright! How tempting! "I don't know that the sky is in the water after being drunk, and the boat is full of dreams and presses the Milky Way." (Tang Wenru's "Caoqinghu Lake in Longyang County") Li Bai stretched out his hands on the side of the ship and rushed towards a silver brilliance ... so he turned into a bright moon, shining on the land of China forever.
Look up at the night sky. The moon has reached the zenith and is covered with light. "Today people can't see Gu Yue, and they took photos of the ancients before this month. If the ancients were flowing today, they would look at the bright moon. " I feel the mystery of nature, and my thoughts follow the bright fireball burning quietly in the air, without thinking, only a wisp of unwarranted sadness. ...
Li Bai had a rough life and could not serve the country, so he often wandered around the world and sent his heart to the moon.
A space to show your talents? Maybe only in wine, only in drunkenness. Drunk eyes look at life, life is poetic; Look at the world dimly and the world will appear. Li Bai, only drunk. Drunk Li Bai looked at the moon, and the noble, cold, proud, free and harmonious moon became an inexhaustible image of Li Bai. "From a pot of wine among the flowers, I drank it alone. No one is with me. Until, holding up my cup, I asked the bright moon, which brought me my shadow and let the three of us … "I often thought that these poems were not written, but flowed from Li Bai's heart. The lonely moon reads eternal romance, but it hangs proudly in the sky. Everything on the ground seems to be in the eye, but it seems to be out of the eye. Such a moon melts into Li Bai's glass, so why not let Li Bai, who is drunk as mud, be suddenly enlightened and all vulgar ideas disappear? The moon is in the wine, and the wine is in the poem. A poet on cloud nine is drinking alone with the moon for thousands of years. Alas, the moon can't drink water, and my shadow follows me blankly. Only the moon can understand its feelings and its meaning. Therefore, it's not that the moon can't drink, but the romantic sadness that only the moon can drink, and the poetic loneliness that comes with only the shadow fills Li Bai's heart. Li Bai is drunk, drunk in this poetic month. "I only wish that when I drink, the moonlight shines on the golden urn for a long time." With the bright moon, Li Bai is willing to be drunk in the Millennium poetry and wine. Li Bai, in high spirits and high spirits, floats among the beautiful mountains and rivers, overlooking the world with his unique cultural personality charm and despising all beings. Only the moon knows his feelings, only wine can solve his heroism, and only poetry can interpret his spirit. Li Bai used mountains as his pen and water as his ink, and turned his romance into an immortal artistic image-an intoxicating poet. Bathed in the frosty moonlight, I was drunk, drunk in Li Bai's dream …
Describe the most desolate scenery: how the water of the Yellow River enters the ocean from heaven and never comes back.
The most confident poem: I was born useful, spinning a thousand pieces of silver, come back! !
The most arrogant and uninhibited sentence: laugh at the sky and go out, are we Artemisia people?
The most helpless poem: The road is long, but it's Xiu Yuan.
It is most in line with Jin Yong's setting of three cups of vomiting and five mountains of lightness.
The most popular sad poem: but since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with swords, it is even more worrying to raise a glass to dispel our worries.
The most exquisite landscape description: clouds are darkened by the darkness of rain, and streams are pale by the pallor of fog.
Poetry has become a classic idiom: one person's strength is above ten thousand people.
The most thrilling description of the scenery: the flying stream goes straight down to thousands of feet, and it is suspected that the Milky Way has set for nine days.
The loneliest feeling: bring me my shadow, let the three of us, until, holding up my cup, I asked the moon.
China people are most familiar with the classic poem: There is such bright light at the foot of my bed, is there frost already? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
The saddest sentence: from from a pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone. No one is with me.
The most artistic poems are never tired of reading, only Jingting Mountain.
The most ambitious: kill one person in ten steps and stay a thousand miles away!
The most depressing poem: Big Pengfei, eight generations of shock, heaven is powerless to destroy. The afterwind excited me. I swam with the help of mulberry trees. Later generations have this story, Zhong Ni died, who cried!
The most ambitious: the bright moon rises from the mountains in the sky, and in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds, the wind blows through Yumen Pass from thousands of miles away.
The most embarrassing thing: ask Yu why he lives in the blue mountain, and smile without answering his heart. Peach blossoms are opening, and it is another world.
The most romantic and affectionate: I will think of you in the clouds, so think of me in the sunset. Best: When you, my love, ride a bamboo horse, run in circles and throw your childhood.
Most resentful: the grass in your north is blue as jade, and the mulberry here is curved and green. When you miss your hometown, you were missed and sad a long time ago.
The west wind sets the sun, the tomb of the Han family.
The most heroic: ah, how can I solemnly bow and scrape to those who are in high positions and positions? They will never be seen with an honest face!