What is a poem describing the poet's style?

Du Fu, a poem describing the poet Li Bai: "Spring Back to Li Bai" is also an invincible poem, floating in the air, with different thoughts. Fresh Geng Kaifu, Jun Yibao joined the army. Now, I am alone on the spring tree in Weibei, and you are on each side of the sun, sunset and sky in the southeast, and you can only miss. When can we have another drink and discuss our poems? Song of Drinking Eight Immortals is composed of hundreds of poems by Li Bai who was buried in a restaurant in Chang 'an. The son of heaven didn't get on the boat, calling himself Brewmaster. In previous years, there were fanatics in Send Li Twelve White and Twenty Rhymes, which were called fallen immortals. The pen falls and shocks the wind and rain, and the poem becomes a cry. Since then, the reputation has been greatly improved, and it has not continued since then; The literary talent is extraordinary, and the circulation will be unparalleled. The dragon boat moves late, and the beast gets a new robe; Come to the deep temple during the day, and Qingyun will follow suit. Begging for the best, making promises and meeting my relatives; I have not lost my ambition to live in seclusion, and I feel humiliated. The drama tells pity for the wild, drunk and naive; Drunk dancing in Liangyuan Night, singing in Surabaya Spring. Only if you are arrogant and don't show your heart, you have no neighbors; Chu Shi and Mi Heng are handsome, and Yuan Xian's students are poor. Rice beam is not enough, what does Coix lachryma-jobi tear slander? Wuling Yan steamed the land, and the three dangers exiled the minister. A few years by Peng bird, crying to Kirin alone; Su Wuxian returned to Han, and Huang Gong did nothing to Qin. The farewell ceremony of Chu's strict words and the letter of Liang's prison have been used until then. Who will be righteous? Under the old autumn moon, the riverside began to get sick; Don't blame Bourne, use it and care about it. There is a cold wind blowing into the distant sky of Li Bai at the end of the sky. What are you thinking, old friend? . The geese never answered me, and the rivers, lakes and seas were flooded by rain. A poet should be careful to prosper, but the devil can trouble a vagrant. It should be * * * murder. Throw him the poem, where he drowned himself in the Milo River. To Li Bai has been a guest in Du Dong for two years, and it has been very clever. Barbarians are often not satisfied with the smell of fish and vegetables. Is there no green rice to make my color look good? I think the most difficult thing is the lack of elixir. In this deep forest, it seems to be swept with a broom, and there is not even a trace of medicine. You, a famous person in the imperial court, escaped from the Golden Horse Gate and went alone to find the secret. I'm leaving Dongducheng to visit Song Liang, and I'll definitely visit you then. "To Li Bai" (it's not a typo, it's called to Li Bai with the above one, as if it had been given several times). Qiu Lai is very concerned about this, but he is not ashamed of Ge Hong. Drinking crazy songs and living an empty life, who is arrogant! It's sad that I didn't see Li Shengjiu in "Be there or be square". The whole world wants to kill people, and I only care about talent. A thousand clever poems and a glass of wine. Kuangshan reading office, it's good to be back with a white head! In the lonely study of Li Bai in Winter, I always think alone. Look for more biographies of Jiashu, and don't forget the poems of Jiaogong. A short brown wind and frost came in, but it was still late. It was not a whim that led to the Lumen period. Bai Juyi: Li Bais Tomb digs Li Bai's tomb by the river, bypassing fields and endless grasslands. Poor spring bones, there have been earth-shattering articles. As long as he is a poet, most of his fate is bad, and the poet is poor and frustrated, and nothing is better than Li Jun. Li Shen: The topic has been scattered, but according to the content, it should be written by Li Bai: Green hills go around secluded places, while roads step on black dragons. Romantic songs, oh, a madman, articles are always in danger. Hezhuang, Chenxiangge in the north of the city, and the head of the quarrying river are no longer like this. In order to sigh Gong, tears are like drops of wine. Cao Song: "Hanging Li Hanlin" Although Li Bai became a foreign body, his fame is still legendary. I used to serve Xuanzong's side, but I have to return to He Jian's side at night. Mountain trees are easy to be fascinated, and the national wind is long. I voted for the spring willow beside Zhu Jin. Who is the wine boat from now on? Guan Xiu: "Eight of Nine Ancient Meanings" often thinks of Li Taibai, and the fairy pen drives nature. Xuanzong's Qibao bed, Tiger Hall and Dragon Building are indispensable. Once Lux took off his boots and Yufei gave birth to one. In front of the purple emperor's temple, the golden lock suddenly broke. The waves in the five lakes are like silver mountains, and the boats are full of wine. He Lao has become a foreign body, who dares to be angry? Instead of lying drunk, it is better to learn about the graves by the river. Wei Zhuang: After Li Bais Tomb, Yelang died before he was old. He died drunk by this river. The funeral ceremony is official, and the poem is incomplete. The devil is going to Shu, and Xiao Jie is not a wise man. There is no sin in the body, but the grave burns like wildfire. Xu Soul: Who knew that the spirit of crossing Li Hanlin's tomb was questionable? You are crazy and talented, and Tao makes you drunk and able to write poetry. Clear water broods, while green hills and birds grieve. So far, I have been buried alone, and the thorns are in the Chu River. Du Xunhe: "Hanging over the Castle Peak" What is the death of a gentleman, and the road of a gentleman is new. On a moonlit night, a poet of all ages. Heaven and earth empty pin bone, reputation. Who moved Leiyang's tomb and came here to sing for the neighbors? Chen Tao: Li Hanlin was ranked as the Eight Immortals in the Third Qing Dynasty, and was presented with a dragon's face with a spoon. Singing lock to spy on the sky, drunk lying in a golden bowl. The old hermit did not return to Liu Beiguo, and his soul was sent to thank him. Left to fly Jane Ying, scattered into Xiangyun Ruiri. Yin Wengui: In the poem "Crossing Li Hanlin's Tomb", the sun, the moon and Brewmaster fly for nine days. Outside the Penglai Golden Book, I am in front of the abbot of Yutang. The tiger boots are drunk and the general takes off, and the great sorrow is not passed on. The cross leaves a three-foot tomb, and you should only sing autumn smoke. Song Dynasty: Ceng Gong: In memory of Li Bais Tomb, there are 3,000 pieces of grass left in the world and 200 years of barren graves under the forest. Loyal, brilliant, brilliant, still refined and refreshing. Once no relatives kept the door, but some villagers brushed several banquets. I am ashamed of my talent. What do you want to hang? Liu Ban: The old story about "the title of Li Bai's ancestral hall" is that most immortals are like me. Sansheng went to today, but changed his name. It is not pleasant to be familiar with streams by boating. Look up at the green hills and indulge in wine. There were thirty-six Han palaces, each of which was very expensive at that time. Zhaoyang and Huaqing, who is shameful? Slaves don't reflect, who should take off their boots? And abandoned the brilliant, lonely and negative Qingyun device. Wei Xiang: There is an ancient tree stream in front of Li Bai's ancestral temple, and there is no mud Zhan Qing in the stream. Qiu Lai has been in spring for hundreds of years, and jathyapple looks like a cloud. The portraits in the hall are pure and clean, and the wind is cool and windy. The article is full of flames, and it is lonely to come here. At that time, the reputation inherent in the dissolute Shen Qing did not gradually disappear. Don't talk about Chu Qu and Wu Xu, they seem to have a high talent to pursue. Chao: The guest star of Quarrying Li Bais Tomb is a little too young, and the loss of Yufei is a joke. The madness of the five lakes died with wine, and this place cannot be hidden. Lu You: "Hanging Li Hanlin's Tomb" is like a long whale sucking Sichuan quickly, thinking like a thirsty horse and bravely rushing to the spring. When the guests came from the county magistrate, it was an accident to get drunk. A good horse is as famous as ever, and a broken monument tree doesn't know the year. The floating life is like this, and so is looking back at Huan Gong. Huan Wen's tomb is also in Dangtu. Ming Dynasty: Fang Xiaoru's "Hanging Li Bai" There was no Li See Batdas in the Tang Dynasty, although he was a fairy. Fame lingers between heaven and earth, who is like a thousand-year blast? I recite poems today, and my hair is floating in Han Xiao. If it weren't for the vast lakes and seas, there would be nine-curved dragons. But I remember seeing the son of heaven in the golden palace, and Yushan couldn't afford it. Lux took off his boots, only ashamed, and grasped the inkstone on Yang Fei's finger. At that time, Hao Xia should be alone, so why do you love money and stay with him? Go back to Chang 'an to get the bright moon, and never go to Jinque again. There is a lot of wine and clothes in the restaurant, and I get drunk every day and forget to return. No matter how ghosts cry, poetry has its own smoke and clouds. My husband is really open-minded, chatting about the moon. Mount Tai is high and the sea is deep and dry. Only Li Bai's genius captured China, and no one in the world can see it. I said that Li is unparalleled and quarrying is brilliant. Well, Shi Chong is empty and rich, but it needs to be buried silently. Gold and white jade are not expensive enough. I hope a man has a pen like a long pole. Wang Shouren: There are two "Li Bai's Temple", and there are still temples in the empty mountain. Bamboo is deep and barren, and moss is lost. Sex and rain, streams and springs in Gregorio Lopez are dreams. The old monk never solved it, and hesitated to ask for poetry. Xianxian lived in seclusion, and she has been in the wind for thousands of years. Clouds are raining in Jiu Feng, and rocks are flying in a rainbow. The monks in the temple tell old stories, and the poets hang relics. Looking back, Castle Peak is filled with emotion. Chen Xianlou is full of clothes and stones, and the moon is full of rocks. Heaven hindered their work, and the cold produced purple and beautiful fur. Liu Jiang's words are hateful and the scenery is immortal. Andrew rode a yellow crane and walked with Gongoctupole. Wu Cheng'en: "Taibai Building" is the place where violet laymen landed, and tourists are not alone. Both sides of the landscape win, and the rich are more * * * wine. Yun Fei drunk ink from Zhu Gong, flowers hold palace robe to jade pot. Alone, you should know the madman again. Qing Dynasty: Jiang Shui and Pu Tao, foreign ministers of Liu Dakui's "Quarrying Taibai Temple", were among them. Call the East China Sea Moon and fly into the wine. This day is still in worship, who loved talents at that time? The magnificent portrait is there, lonely and melancholy. Yuan Mei's "Taibai Building" is too white to know where to go. Also wear brocade, Jiang stereo sings poetry. High-rise buildings are in recent months, and the boat is tired. I want to borrow fishing line from Mr. Changhong. Modern: If You Are Li Bai by Karen Mok, you are not Li Bai. Needless to say, a romantic confession after drinking. Although failure is good, the dessert is great. Thank you for your hospitality. I'll pay this time. Forgive me for being in a good mood. Why did you leave? I don't even want to guess I am not a mediocre person. You are not a genius, and you are not the kind of person who hurts me. If you don't like to leave, goodbye. I don't want to hear anything. We can't get along. I have a program and many things to buy. If you are the charm of Li Bai, leave it to future generations to worship. Don't interfere with my stage. I'm not Sangtian. You are not the sea. Don't feel particularly cute. Many people fall in love. Many people are separated. I don't think I am a particularly failed person. I am not a mediocre person. You are not a genius, and you are not the kind of person who hurts me. You can't get it if you don't love it. Give you a minute to think about how it may have frosted. Looking up, I found that it was the moonlight sinking back again. I suddenly thought of Yu Guangzhong's "Looking for Li Bai". Before the Ming Dynasty in the moonlight, those arrogant boots were still in Gao Lishi's shame and indignation, but people had already left. Leave the rhythm of Huma and Qiangdi to Toure to lament carefully. Ever since He Zhangzhi fell head over heels in love and recognized you as a fallen fairy, he has become even more pretentious, hiding with a small hip flask and casting a spell. Even my wife can't find you complaining that Chang 'an is small and the pot is always there. In all the poems, you predicted that water would suddenly overflow. Maybe tomorrow, a boat will break the waves and make enemies like a forest. If everyone wants to kill cirrhosis, how can the world kill you? The wine is overflowing, and seven points make the remaining three points of moonlight roar into shock waves. Spit it out and it will be half a prosperous Tang dynasty. From one yuan to Tianbao, from Luoyang to Xianyang, the noise of the car is not as loud as it was a thousand years later. One of your crystal quatrains tapped on my forehead, which aroused the local echo. It's embarrassing not to let go of Yelang's mother. Whether your hometown is Longxi or Shandong is still a mystery. Which hometown is worse, Qinglian Township or Broken Leaf City? Where did you get drunk? You said that you didn't disappear from other places. This is the only ending of genius. Where are you going? The wolf kept crying, and Toure advised you not to stop looking back. Even under the four windows, there are seven immortals and five friends, which can't save you. Kuangshan was locked by fog and could not enter, but the fire was still pure. How can half a grain of cinnabar chase the clouds in Nie's sleeve? The moon in the bottle may be what your hometown often looks up to all his life. Chang 'an has already fallen, no matter whether you go out to cry in the West or in the East, but you don't have to disturb Dapeng or call a crane when you return to Wan Li in twenty-four years. Just throw the glass into the air and it will spin into a flying saucer. The flash on the mysterious edge will take you back to the legend. Yu Guangzhong, you used to be the dragon gate in How the Yellow River Water Moves out of Heaven, but now you are surprised to laugh from your words. When thousands of people enter the sea, the waterfall that sensationalized Kuanglu is out of thin air. I don't know where the Yellow River came from. The river of no return has been silent for five thousand years. You are busy enough with the Yellow River. Let Sue give it to your brother in your hometown. The world is divided into Shu people. You live in Longmen and he led the red cliff lamp in the store just now. You should drink less imported whisky, which is not as strong as Lu wine. Why do you blame that Wang Lun for being so generous? Tell Hu Ji to pour it into the cup over and over again. You should listen to the doctor's advice, not Wang Lun's cirrhosis. Didn't the newspaper say yesterday that he had been upgraded to the seventh killer? Just killed a famous martial arts master. You keep saying that it's too far to seek immortality and chivalry. Do you want your wine nearby? Looking for a sloppy man and a confused fairy? -Oh, be careful, that was a close call. This container truck is no joke. Slow down, I beg you. The statistics of traffic accidents in recent years are no less than the casualties of An Shi Rebellion. How did you run to 140 km, my fallen fairy? Stop writing fairy poems and go to see a Spielberg movie-hey, listen, it seems that ominous Sai Ren is catching up. Just change seats with me on the side of the road. Come on, don't let the traffic police catch you drunk. The image of a poet with half a blood vessel is bad enough. Critics are as ruthless as the police. On the ID card, he was suspected to be "unemployed". Don't mention it again. Six thousand dollars? Forget it. I won't get my royalties back until the lawsuits of "Difficult to Walk" and "Difficult to Pass the Road" are won. It is really unfair that the publication law is implemented as seriously as traffic rules every day. If Wang Wei hadn't attended the symposium on pollution in Wangchuan early in the morning, we should have gone back to Pingtung in his old car.