The year of 289 in the Tang Dynasty was the golden age for the development of China's poetry, with brilliant situation and numerous famous poets. Among them, Three Hundred Tang Poems is a widely circulated anthology of Tang poems.
Poets in the Tang Dynasty have their own styles and factions, some of which are open and magnificent; Some metaphors are profound and intriguing; Some are tearful and touching; Some are elegant and natural, beautiful and lovely ... In any case, Tang poetry is a bright pearl in the treasure house of Chinese culture, and the poet has brought his thoughts to a higher level with conciseness and conciseness.
Among the 300 Tang poems, my favorite one is Yellow Crane Tower and Meng Haoran's Farewell to Yangzhou.
My old friend resigned from the Yellow Crane Tower,
Fireworks fell in Yangzhou in March.
Lonely sails, distant shadows, blue sky,
Only the Yangtze River flows in the sky.
I read this poem over and over again, and this scene gradually emerged in front of me: in a quiet forest, the breeze bursts and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant. On the path leading to the Yellow Crane Tower, two people walked slowly side by side. These two people are Li Bai and Meng Haoran. Today, Meng Haoran will bid farewell to his inseparable old friends and go to Yangzhou in the distance. They boarded the Yellow Crane Tower together and watched the surging Yangtze River roll eastward. They looked at each other deeply. Looking at their affectionate eyes, I felt their deep friendship: from the appreciation of flowers and poems in spring, to the flowers before and after the Mid-Autumn Festival, and then to the talk about the past and the present under the heavy snow. Li Bai filled a glass of wine and handed it to Meng Haoran. Meng Haoran gulped it down, and their parting words turned into a glass of wine. It makes a difference to send you a thousand miles. Meng Haoran boarded the ship at the urging of the boatman. He stood at the bow and gently waved to Li Bai. Their farewell sounds were gradually drowned out by the surging Yangtze River water. The lonely white sail shadow gradually disappeared in the clear blue sky. ...
This poem expresses the poet's reluctant mood when he bid farewell to his friends, and his focused eyes when he finally watched his old friends go away. What sincere friendship and blessings it contains!
I remember when I said goodbye to my old friend, she would send me to the station. When I got on the bus, I saw my old friend waving to me through the window and said good luck and good wishes. I turned many words I wanted to say into waving goodbye. Even if our old friends leave, we should know that all we do is smile and wish.
People often say: "There is a golden room in the book". Reading is like drinking tea to me. Compared with the pleasure from games and meals, the pleasure of reading is that the pleasure it brings is not limited to a moment's stay, but will ferment with time.