People say, "People who show their true feelings are lovely and admirable." Yes! True temperament is romance.
"Du Li's poems are widely read." Li Bai, a well-known poet in ancient China. His poems are bold and fresh, bold and magnificent, but they also contain a kind of elegance and freedom. "One hundred poems by Li Bai about fighting wine." He wrote countless poems in his life, but I prefer the poems he wrote when he was drunk. Because drunken poems are more blunt, free and easy, and more free.
Li Bai's poems have many aspects: some praise the beauty of the motherland, some express the sadness of friends leaving, some grieve for the corruption and incompetence of the motherland, some preach that life is like a dream, and we should eat, drink and be merry in time ... How many people know those sad poems that are stupid and decadent, indulge in debauchery and ignore national affairs! So he chose to wander around the world, adapt himself to poetry and wine, and stay away from officialdom.
He is not greedy for money or power, just wants to stay away from the dark officialdom and cling to the true, pure and magnificent nature, but it is precisely because of this heart that many famous sentences are brewed. Look: Li Bai is chanting: "You don't see how the water of the Yellow River moved out of heaven and into the ocean, never to return." "Flying down three thousands of feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days." "The green hills on both sides of the strait are opposite, and the sails are alone."
I am intoxicated! I was impressed by the mighty winding Yangtze River, shocked by the magnificent Lushan Mountain, and deeply infected by the green hills and solitary sails. ...
Li Bai is known all over the world, including Du Fu, He, Meng Haoran and Bai Juyi. They talk about the sky and the land together, drink and write poems together. Of course, there are also many poems that are happy to meet and sad to leave: "Five loves Mencius, and your merits are soaring." "The old friend resigned from the West Yellow Crane Tower, and the fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March." "It's the beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and it's the season of falling flowers."
Li Bai is a poplar in the desert, the sun in people's hearts, and in my heart-he is a legend like the wind, a fragrant flower and a meaningful book. He taught me innocence, he told me that I was really romantic, and he gave me the enjoyment of words and the influence of nature.
Li Bai's 700-word composition is in my heart (Chapter II).
Wine into the luxurious intestines, seven into moonlight, the remaining three into firm but gentle, beautiful mouth spit half Tang Dynasty.
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Li Bai-a name symbolizing the agitation of Tang culture, an immortal legend standing at the peak of China's ancient poetry, and a national soul worshipped by hundreds of millions of Chinese children. He exists far more than a great poet. He stands proudly at the top of China's poetic pyramid with numerous classic chapters and becomes a symbol of China culture.
He belongs to nature. At the age of 24, he left his native land and embarked on a personal journey. He traveled all over the mountains and rivers of the Tang Dynasty, leaving his magnificent words everywhere he went: On Taibai Peak, he sighed, "If there is no mountain, there is no front. When will I return my martial arts? " Drink Jingting Mountain alone and raise a glass to Jingting Mountain: "It's only Jingting Mountain after a long encounter." Standing in front of Lushan Waterfall, he said disconsolately, "Going straight down to thousands of feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days." His romantic, strange and bold imagination brought all the scenery to life in his poems, and even the towering mountains became soft and warm.
He is destined to blend into the officialdom of intrigue. He is ambitious and full of sincere desire to serve the country. When the emperor summoned him into the palace, his ambition was the highest: "Go out and laugh, and we will be Artemisia." He became the only poet summoned to the palace by the emperor in the feudal history of China. But how can he be suitable for all kinds of ruling and opposition parties? "Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those who have high status and high positions? They will never tolerate others showing them a sincere face. "
He is idealistic and open-minded. He shouted, "One day, I will ride the wind and waves, sail straight up and cross the deep sea." Looking at the surging water of the Yellow River: "Since God has given talents, let them find jobs!"! , spin one thousand silver, all back! ."
He lamented the times and felt the times. "Have you seen how the water of the Yellow River left heaven and entered the ocean, and never came back? You can't see the lovely hair in the bright mirror of the high room. Although it is silky black in the morning, it has turned into snow at night. " Xiao Zhao looked at the bronze mirror with silver hair in his hand. He lamented: "White hair and three thousands of feet, like a long beard." Till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon, looking up to the sky, said, "If the ancients and the present are running water, they will all look at the bright moon. I only hope that the song is right for the wine and the moonlight shines on the golden urn. "
His life is an unknown journey and a legend of a poem. He passed on his feelings, his lament and his sadness to future generations in words. He reached such a peak that we will always remember him.
Li Bai's 700-word composition is in my heart (Chapter III).
A pen, sometimes heavy and sometimes light, depicts his ups and downs, and together with his joys and sorrows, exudes immortal poems.
He is as gentle as jade as a fairy. Dancing in the world of poetry, those words turn into elves and rotate with him. Someone once commented on his poem: "Clear water produces hibiscus, and it is naturally carved." As beautiful as violets in blue waves. Du Fu once called him: "Bai Ye's poems are invincible and full of thoughts. Fresh and open, Junyibao joined the army. " This man is Li Bai.
I became attached to Li Bai when I was very young. I first met the pages "Looking up, I found it was moonlight, and then sinking, I suddenly remembered home" in the book "My mother taught me to learn Tang poetry". But because I am still too young, even if I recite it backwards, I still don't understand the emotions. However, the cold of January was like frost, and his name was deeply engraved in my bones.
Li Bai is a genius. Even if you are drunk, you can still write "the cloud wants clothes and flowers, and the spring breeze blows the bar." Some people say that the first person who compares flowers to beautiful women is a genius, the second is a mediocrity and the third is a fool. And he is neither a mediocre man nor a fool. He sketches freely, starting with clothes, but writing clothes avoids the delicate feathers of the head, back and waist skirt, and starts with the word "fairy", which is as beautiful as a fairy, so "clouds want clothes" can be thought of "and a breeze fills her cloak and flutters with her movements, as if she were dancing with a rainbow skirt and feather clothes" and "flowers want to accommodate" can be thought of. "Revlon" refers to peony with dew. Peony is a rich thing, and only Yang Guifei can deserve it. With a wave of Li Bai's hand, the image of the imperial concubine is vivid and graceful, as if standing in front of her eyes. Such a person is not a genius?
Similarly, Li Bai is also a mediocrity. Even if he has great political ambitions and outstanding talents, he can't hide his political blank. He yearns for freedom and a carefree world with "wings hanging in the sky like clouds". The so-called complex world of infighting has bound his freedom. He hates it very much. His attitude towards dignitaries is "Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those who have high status and high positions and will never be seen with sincere faces?" He only deserves to be a poet, seeing the world and writing freely.
Whether a genius or a mediocrity, I can't stop being impressed by the momentum of "I can't see how the water of the Yellow River moves out of heaven and into the ocean, never to return", admiring "Since talent is a gift, let it be employed!" , spin a thousand silver, all come back! " And yearn for the loneliness of "all the birds fly away and wander alone in the lonely clouds". That violet laity, in my heart, will always be a thankless lotus flower, emerging from the mud but not stained, clear but not demon. .
Li Bai's composition in my mind is 700 words (the fourth)
In my heart, there is a long shadow, which spans thousands of years up and down and is good at dancing with long sleeves. Holding a sword and wine, he is Li Bai.
The cold wind is rustling. This palace is resplendent and magnificent. You stand alone outside the imperial gate, thinking about a few months ago, you played in front of the emperor's hall. If you are drunk, let Goliath take off his boots. If you want to be ordered, you can sing "Go out laughing, our generation is lambs." ; When I want to reach the top, the sentence "Who is like the Han Palace? The poor swallow's new makeup has fascinated the imperial city. The same wonderful poem was abused by Gao Lishi. Standing outside this palace, there are no tears, no sadness, cold wind can't make you bend over, and frustration can't overwhelm you! Yes, "Ann can push her back, but I can't be happy." You left a monument in the history of poetry. In my eyes, Li Bai is proud.
The waves are rough and the yellow sand is flying. /You sail alone in the boat and walk alone. You clearly hear you singing over and over again. When I looked back, I saw the figure of Wang Lun, approaching constantly. In an instant, friendship overflowed the clear water and your heart. "This pool is thousands of feet deep. Not as good as Wang Lun. " You left, taking away a river of friendship. Li Bai in my eyes is full of friendship.
Who drinks alone in a foreign land? Under the moon, you raise your glass alone. In person, there is no one to drink with you. In your heart, no one appreciates you. You raised your glass and sang, "The sober people and saints of the old days are forgotten, and only great drinkers can be immortalized." Why * * * wine? "Until, holding up my cup, I asked the moon to bring me my shadow and let the three of us." Bright moon and lonely shadow, aren't they friends forever? Even though thousands of people are gone, there are bright moons and lonely shadows. "Five-flowered horse, Wanjin jewelry, Hu Er wants to make wine, and he will be worried with you for generations." Li Bai in my eyes is free and easy.
Li Bai, You, Shi Xian, and Qinglian laity wrote the glorious Tang Dynasty with great passion.