A suggestion for my friend Liu.
There is a glimmer of green in the old bottle and a hint of red in the quiet stove.
With dusk and snow coming, how about a glass of wine?
Chishang
A child propped up the boat and secretly picked the white lotus back.
He didn't know how to hide the trail. The duckweed on the water left a boat on the trail.
The hymn of Twilight River
A sunset gradually sank into the river, half green and half green.
The loveliest thing is the ninth day of September. The bright pearl's bright crescent moon is shaped like a bow.
Peach blossoms in Dalin Temple
In the world of April, the flowers have withered, and the peach blossoms in the ancient temples have just bloomed.
I want to find a place where my life is dying, but I don't know that it has been moved here.
Country night
In a piece of autumn grass that was grayed by frost, insects were whispering, and everyone around the mountain village disappeared.
Looking at Noda from the front door alone, the moon is in the sky and the flowers are like snow.
Coconut silk is good in Handan from winter to the sun.
Every winter solstice, I am accompanied by the shadow in front of the knee lamp.
If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers.
Wang Yitai
Jing' an mansion, facing the willow in front of the window every day, is far away at this moment; At the station, the spring is fading and flowers are everywhere.
Two beautiful springs, on the same day; At this time, family members miss their relatives outside, and people outside miss their families.
Say goodbye to the ancient grassland
The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter.
Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey.
I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.
Spring outing in Qiantang Lake
From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake.
Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.
Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.
I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.
voice/air/express/vent one's views freely
I'll give you a solution to the problem. This method does not need tortoise shells, and yarrow can bring wealth and luck.
It takes three days to test the authenticity of jade, and it will take seven years to distinguish wood.
In the days of the Duke of Zhou, he was afraid of gossip and paid homage to the throne before Wang Mang usurped the throne.
If this man died from the beginning, who would know the truth of his life?
On Bai Juyi
In the history of China's poetry, there are many outstanding figures, including poets Li Bai, Du Fu, Wang Wei of Shi Fo and Li He of Shi Gui. There is also a man named Poet Demon. So who is the poet demon?
Known as the poet demon, Bai Juyi, a famous poet in Tang Dynasty in China history. He also has another name, the king of poets. Bai Juyi was born in Xinzheng, Henan Province in 772 AD. At the age of 34, he entered the Jinshi exam and began to enter the official career. In the era when Bai Juyi lived, the Tang Dynasty began to show signs of decline. In the face of declining state affairs, Bai Juyi was saddened. He was an official in Kun County and Jiangzhou, and also worked in Zhao Yin for a period of time. Later, due to the exclusion of the court, he was demoted to Jiangzhou and later became an official in Suzhou and Hangzhou. The day he missed most was when he was an official in Hangzhou. In his later years, Bai Juyi has been holding some vacant posts, and his life is extremely boring. Bai Juyi was not valued by the court all his life. Bai Juyi and Yuan Zhen were called "Bai Yuan" and Liu Yuxi was called "Bai Liu".
So why is Bai Juyi called a poet? It is said that Bai Juyi loved poetry and prose very much all his life. He has the habit of reciting and copying poems and essays every day. Under normal circumstances, he will recite it again from morning till evening. In the long run, his tongue will get sores from reading too much, and his fingers will get calluses from writing too much. He even wrote a poem to laugh at himself, "The drunkard's intention is not to drink, but to attract the magic of poetry, which is sad for the afternoon." In view of his excessive enthusiasm for poetry, later generations called Bai Juyi a "poet demon" according to the meaning of this poem.
What is Bai Juyi's name?
Bai Juyi is a great realistic poet in China. His only hobby is writing poetry. He was born in the most prosperous period of the Tang Dynasty. He has been writing poems since he was five years old. By the time he was fifteen, he was already very famous in the field of literature. After that, he passed the exam in Beijing. During his tenure, Bai Juyi worked hard to benefit the people and was deeply loved by the people. He wrote more than 3,000 poems in his life. Bai Juyi was called a poet at that time.
Bai Juyi was unexpectedly demoted to Jiangzhou Sima, which was an important turning point in his life. After that, most of Bai Juyi's poems satirized the incompetence of political affairs and the bad king who listened to rumors with metaphors. Bai Juyi once divided his poems into three categories: metaphor, leisure and sadness.
The origin of Bai Juyi's title of "poet's demon" is just as he said in his poem: "The demon sucks the poet's hair wildly and mourns until the rest of the day at noon." He repeatedly read his own poems, making his mouth sore, and that's how he got the title of poet demon. Most of Bai Juyi's poems are selected from his own side, and his poems are easy to understand. His words mainly express his sincere feelings in the language closest to life ... He never participates in intra-party wars and is indifferent to fame and fortune. Committed to the interests of the people. His feelings are an example for us to learn, and his poems are classics in history and Chinese civilization that has spread for thousands of years.
It doesn't matter what Bai Juyi called, but what he did for us. Bai Juyi is gone, but his poems will live on forever.