This faint fragrance brought me to the flourishing age of poetry, the Tang Dynasty. I saw Tang Xuanzong, Yang Guifei and ... You, Li Bai. Poetry has many flavors, and you are spicy. "Have you noticed how the water of the Yellow River left heaven and entered the ocean, which is gone forever? Have you seen the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is silky black in the morning, it has turned into snow at night ... "You drown your sorrows by drinking, and you express your deep affection for life through poetry. The Yellow River fell from the sky, and the waves rolled straight into the sea, never to return. You can see white hair in the mirror of the Tang Dynasty, moss in the morning and snowflakes at night. Mixed with feelings of disappointment and self-confidence, indignation and resistance, only you can write your strong and unrestrained personality so freely and vividly in your poems.
Without your poems, the Tang Dynasty would be unremarkable. You are sour. "Remember yesterday crazy washed away, always disgusting to worry about. That is, there are thousands of enmities today, but the water flows eastward. " You, Du Fu, boldly exposed the social contradictions at that time with your poems and showed deep sympathy for the poor people. Refined language with high expressive force.
You are bitter. "Last night, the rain dispersed suddenly, a deep sleep without residual wine. Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there. You know what? You know what? It should be green, fat and thin. " Although it rained thinly last night, the wind kept blowing. I slept soundly all night, but I still felt a little drunk after waking up. So she asked the maid who was rolling shutters what was going on outside, and she said that the begonia flowers were still the same as yesterday. You know, you know, this season should be lush green leaves and withered red flowers. You euphemistically expressed your sober love for flowers. Your love for nature and spring is unparalleled, and at the same time, you also reveal your inner anguish through words. Without you, that morning would be dull.
Only poetry is worthy. Thank you for adding interest to my life.