Li Shangyin (I found it with great difficulty...) His poems are affectionate, hazy, and dreamlike. Through the yellowed pages, it seems that you can see the lonely figure thousands of years ago. Wearing a green shirt, he sat in front of the window and murmured under the bright moonlight: "It's useless to miss lovesickness. It's better to be melancholy and mad." He is Li Shangyin.
In that era when hundreds of thousands flourished, I saw Liu Sanbian’s passion, Su Dongpo’s dedication, and Yuan Zhen’s infatuation, but the only person I’ve seen in my life who is passionate is Yishaner. In today's cluttered and charming E era, I urgently need something to soothe my soul. Then I thought of Li Shangyin: the Li Shangyin who wrote "Come with empty words and leave without a trace, the moon is tilted upstairs at five o'clock" and was heartbroken by love; the Li Shangyin who thought "Why should I cut the candles from the west window, but talk about the night rain in Bashan?" "The Li Shangyin whom I have loved all my life; the Li Shangyin who sang the clear lyrics of "There is no colorful phoenix in the body and two flying wings, but there is a clear understanding in the heart". The resentful poet who murmured, "In the heart of spring, don't let the flowers grow in your hair, every inch of lovesickness and every inch of gray".
"He has failed to live up to his great ambitions, and never had ambitions in his life." This is probably the biggest tragedy in his life. At the end of the Tang Dynasty, Li Chu was in decline, and the Niu-Li party fought fiercely. The union of his daughter undoubtedly became a victim of this struggle. From then on, he was stigmatized as ungrateful and treacherous. Even though he never gave up pursuing an official career in his life, he was already destined to end in loneliness.
He is infatuated with Taoist nuns, obsessed with palace maids, merciful with willow branches, and infatuated with his wife. But his deep love ultimately failed to retain a woman with whom he would remain private for the rest of his life.
He cannot be like Li Taibai dancing with a pot of wine among the flowers, nor can he be like Tao Yuanming who "picked chrysanthemums under the eastern fence and saw the southern mountains leisurely." His character is too melancholy, and his life is too poor. , I have no choice but to stay in this world, wandering and searching for help.
So he carefully hid his unwillingness, anger, helplessness, sadness and lonely hope in his poems. "The oriole's cry is like tears, and it is the highest flower in the wet." The flowers on the treetops are not protected by the sky, and they are easily broken when the wind and rain come suddenly. How similar this is to the fate of all beautiful things in the world that are easily damaged, and how similar it is to the fate of this talented, ambitious but frustrated poet! However, an era in which "the sunset is infinitely beautiful but almost dusk" ruined the future of an official but created a poet.