? I love leaning on the window sill alone, watching the sunset go back alone in the evening, that is a bitter taste; I love playing in the yard, and the girl beside the door is full of spring, that is a sweet taste; I love to indulge in the landscape , drunk and self-deprecating but still arrogant, that is the taste of strong wine... I only love the taste of these fresh and charming poets fermented by the precipitation of history.
If life is just like the first meeting
"If life is just like the first meeting, why is the autumn wind sad to draw a fan? It is easy to change the old heart, but to talk about the old friend The heart is easy to change. The words from Lishan are half past midnight, and the tears and rain will last forever. 》
A short sentence of "If only life was like the first time we met" is worth a thousand words. In an instant, all the indescribable complex feelings in life come to my mind, making people full of emotions. What a wonderful thing it would be if life could always be as sweet, warm, affectionate and happy as when we first met. A dream is a dream after all. If it can be realized, what will happen? Whether it's Emperor Cheng of the Han Dynasty and Ban Jieyu, or Emperor Ming and Concubine Yang, no matter how poignant the love, it can't resist the curse of love - the alliance that day was deeply affectionate, but betrayal was inevitable in the end.
? Nalan Shang, the beauty of love turns short, Nalan Sad, the brilliance of love turns desolate. Nalan's poems have such a bitter taste.
? Looking back at the door of the chair, I sniffed the green plums
"I stopped playing on the swing and stood up to straighten my slender hands. The dew was thick and the flowers were thin, and the sweat was thin and the clothes were light. When the guests came in, my socks The golden hairpin slipped away. When I walked away kindly, I looked back at the door and sniffed the green plums. "
- Li Yian's "Diamond Lips·Play on the Swing"
? Come home with your first heart in mind. In front of a handsome young guest, the poet walked to the door, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and looked back at the guest's grace. In order to cover up her gaffe, she sniffed the green plums and looked at them while smelling them. She was shy and innocent. As a girl, Li Qingzhao had a cheerful and lively personality, bold and forthright, and was rarely subject to the norms of feudal ethics. Each of her lovely and fresh poems from her youth had such a sweet flavor.
"People."
——Li Bai's "Drinking Alone under the Moon"
? When you wake up and reminisce about your life, you have to put a pot of wine among the flowers under the moon and drink alone without knowing anything. Holding the wine glass high and inviting the bright moon to accompany its figure, the "three of them" sang together. They had fun together when they were awake, but they separated when they were drunk, and they met to visit the fairyland together. At this moment, a faint fragrance of wine floated, and the sorrow and nobility in Li Bai's heart spread more intensely with the fragrance of wine.
Mr. Yu Guangzhong’s song "Remembering Li Bai": "When the wine enters the intestines, seven points turn into moonlight; the remaining three points whistle into sword energy, and when one spits out the sleeves, half of the prosperous Tang Dynasty is formed." Such a bold and flamboyant attitude, and the arrogant spirit of "being able to bend his eyebrows and bend his waist to serve the powerful" even after waking up permeated every corner of Li Bai's life.
The poet who loves the bitterness when he is alone, the poet who loves the sweetness when he is a girl, and the poet who loves the fragrance of wine when he wakes up drunk, this is the taste of a poet.