1. Yue Fei ⑴History, polished by tragedy, made Yue Fei’s life glorious. He did not join forces with Qin Hui and rode the "Eight Thousand Miles of Clouds and Moons". However, he was helplessly forced by the twelve gold medals and was eventually killed in Fengbo Pavilion. Faced with the coercion of evil forces, he chose the country. This was a choice of the soul. Although it had to pay a price, he had no regrets. He used his own life to compose the high melody of life, which shot in the echo wall of history. Up, the zheng sounds are radiating. ⑵ "Another year for the king's army in the south", "recovering the old mountains and rivers", "eating Hulu meat and drinking Huns blood", when it is about to be humiliated, the power of the twelve imperial edicts is beyond the reach of a scholar-bureaucrat who loyally serves the country. Bearing the pain, he could only slowly raise his head, look at the beautiful sunset on the horizon, turn around weakly, and "withdraw." ⑶Elegies are like mourning, and a pavilion is cast into the eternal hatred of looking into the sky and dripping blood. The hero's aura was absorbed by the Helan Mountains on a cold night, his white hair fluttered like a flag in the long wind, and a hole in his heart poured out rivers and mountains of tears. Tears become turbid and turn into ink, and whitening turns into hair. Write a tone of sorrow and indignation in the pale history of the Northern Song Dynasty. Eight thousand miles away, the clouds are still clouds and the moon is still the moon. Only the head hangs high above the spirit. 2. Xin Qiji ⑴ The setting sun above the building, in the sound of broken bells, I still see you, a wanderer from the south of the Yangtze River, "Looking at Wu Gou, photographing the railings all over, no one will know, I am here." The peace of the small court of the Southern Song Dynasty makes you feel like *** The workers hit each other like a mountain, and were bruised and bruised in the struggle again and again. You are sad and angry, you are helpless, you beat your chest, you cry, and your roars only get the eyes of your colleagues and the contempt of the court. When you are tired and drunk, you bend over the wine table and chant loudly, "If you don't hate the ancients, I won't see you. If you hate the ancients, I won't see you." However, Jiaxuan, have you seen that for thousands of years, there has been a scholar with the same ambition, who wants to drink Dukang with you and sell your block. Jiaxuan, you are not alone. Your appearance of gold and stone and your heroic spirit will go down in history forever and last for thousands of generations! ⑵ A square scarf stained by war smoke is like a slogan board. You compose lyrics on horseback, using the country as paper and the sword as pen. The images are flying like arrowheads, with horseshoes as punctuation, inserted into the hunting battle in the smoke, lingering. The Song Dynasty rejected your sharpness, so you had to be a pastoral poet. 3. Lu You ⑴ It’s you, Lu You, who accompanies me with your nobility and patriotism. You are like a splendid scenery for thousands of years, edifying me all the time. The rough life allows you to compose a spiritual hymn with your patriotism and nobility. You "lying in a lonely village do not feel sorry for yourself, but still think about Wu Luntai for the country", but you only wish that "Wang Shibei will set the day for the Central Plains, and family sacrifices will not forget to tell Nai Weng." I am inspired by your soul, I wish You, your poems and songs will always accompany me. Because all of this makes me feel nostalgic. I remember. ⑵I understand all the twists and turns of your love, the twists and turns of your official career, your struggles in the political whirlpool and the groans of grievances. It is your attitude and magnanimity in facing the ups and downs of your life that have accompanied me through the ups and downs of the past fourteen years. Your "What you read on paper will eventually become shallow, and when you learn about it, you must practice it" tells the true meaning of learning; your "The survivors shed tears in the dust, looking south to Master Wang for another year" writes your sincerity into life The song's score excited me and accompanied me for fourteen spring and autumn years. ⑶ It was very dark in Shenyuan at that time and there was no moon. Only the wind and snow roared outside the park. Lu You listened and listened. Be there. Lu You, you are the jackdaw that picks all the cold branches but refuses to roost, you are the drinker who raises a cup to invite the bright moon, you are the idiot who has traveled through the vast world of life and death for ten years. Your persistence makes me feel so moved. 4. Li Shangyin saw Liu Sanbian’s passion, Su Dongpo’s dedication, and Yuan Zhen’s infatuation in that era when hundreds of thousands flourished. But among those who are passionate, I have seen only Yishaner . In today's cluttered 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". "I have lived up to my ambition and talent, and never had ambitions in my 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 and Li factions were fierce. His union with the daughter of the enemy Wang Maoyuan undoubtedly became a He was a victim of the struggle, and from then on he was accused of being ungrateful and treacherous. Even though he never gave up pursuing an official career in his life, he was already destined to end up lonely. The song "Jin Se" is a portrayal of Li You's life. "One String and One Pillar" contains many bitter memories of the past. I have played this song thousands of times, but I am afraid that only Li himself knows the meaning of it. . We are just unintentional passers-by, just passing by and accidentally hearing his playing and singing. We are willing to be disturbed by the bitter or beautiful strings, and then sigh softly, "This feeling can be remembered later, but it was already at a loss at that time." In his sad and melancholy poems, despite the sadness, we can always find a faint cherishment of life. Otherwise, on a cold night with white moon and clear frost, when I stand alone in a tall building and see a clear sky, I think of the words "Qing'e, a plain girl, can withstand the cold, and she fights with Chanjuan in the frost in the middle of the moon." "When I see the stars sinking to the bottom of the sea and see the rain from the window, Cross the source of the river and watch from another seat.
"The two lines of Li Shangyin's poems are very bright and gorgeous. His poetry is very similar to Li He's fantasy symbolism, and he is better than his predecessors. He also inherited Du Fu's strictness and frustration and Li Bai's romantic ease. 5. Wang Xizhi, the calligrapher of the generation Wang Xizhi, "Preface to the Collection of Orchid Pavilion" is famous all over the world for his snow-white feathers and majestic flying posture. He has the arrogance of a goose and the concentration of a goose. His handwriting is elegant, straight and straight. Ruo Jinglong. His concentration has made him a great calligrapher, and his diligence has been widely praised by future generations. , he used a short bamboo to freeze the bones and expressions of China on a square inch, lying drunk in the Orchid Pavilion, waking up and sighing at the world. He used a short preface to put the context and true meaning of life between the words. 6. Cao Caocheng, such as. The bright moon shines on the flowers, the gentle waves in the deep pool are the detachment regardless of success or failure, and it is also the post station that spurs the horse to climb high and face the distance; in defeat, water still drips through the stone, and the river flows into the sea. It is finite and strong, and will not fall into the blue clouds. Proud, not the stubbornness that "a man has nothing to do with his appearance, but a man should strive for self-improvement"; Rong, the country is still the same, the style is still the same, just like Wushan in the sea, familiar with the flow of time, glitz and glitz, disdainful of passing smoke and clouds; humiliation, Han Xin under the crotch, under the snow The green pine is like an immortal who knows how to take a step back and refuses to stop eating because of being choked. Honor and disgrace, success and failure, show the true character of a hero. 7. Xiang Yu is so powerful that he can conquer the world. , What can you do if you are worried? The river is long and there are countless boats. Even if the sky is clear, no boat can carry the soaring domineering power of yesterday. Don't say that you will only fail once in your life, even if there are a thousand times. , and can never erase the eternal majesty of this majestic man. He lived as a hero and died as a ghost. I still think about Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong. This life made of steel is so great that it has no resilience. It is expedient and contentious. Either destroy the Qin Dynasty in one battle, or abandon the world in one battle. It is really a wonderful and beautiful way to live life! Full of flames, how can those white bones stand up and dance? Is it the sound of laughter? Or the sound of killing? The passing wind of the desert ------ wipes away with a wave of hand, wipes away the thick decay around you, you ------ a little woman, want to give birth to peace through the ages. What kind of brilliance and light is that. The vast sun can only hide in the dusk and reflect on its own light. What kind of mind is that? The vast grassland and the vast land are only worthy of a small corner of the heart, even the most wild. The most cunning and sinister ghost of the most stubborn man will also turn into a calm ripple. Your delicate shoulders carry two nations; your soft hands hold up the entire era. Therefore, two thousand years later, history. This troubled baby is still looking forward to your nourishment. It never wins your smile of satisfaction, and never gives you the dream of freedom. Year after year, peach blossoms bloom naturally. Luo, why have you waited for half a bee and butterfly? You have already seen clearly that this harem, which is isolated from the spring beauty of the world, is clearly a gorgeous cage. The news of the Xiongnu marriage reached Chang'an, shocking the three thousand beauties in the harem. And you, from then on A pair of trembling palace ladies walked out, smiled lightly at the eunuch who issued the edict, accepted the imperial edict, and accepted the history. Without asking about the dazzling dowry, you just gently picked up your beloved Pipa, stepped out of the palace gate, and walked towards the end of the world. .On the Danbi golden bridle behind him, Emperor Han Yuan took a sip of wine and smiled with satisfaction. Your eyes did not bother to pause for a moment on the gold hairpins, silver hairpins, carved saddles and jade bridles, but only cast affectionate glances at the weeping willows on both sides of the Ba Bridge. A glimpse of them. They can be climbed or folded, but cannot be broken. The long road, the biting cold wind, a neat column of horses marching between the vast world. The wheels ran over, two deep ruts, extending southward to Yijia Misty Chang'an. At that time, you must have never looked back, refused or dared. Your slender fingers plucked the ice strings, and the whisper of the wind and sand was mixed with a weeping pipa song. You finally played your own The music is not for the emperor's approval, nor for the concubine's reward, but for the few wisps of cry marks on the sleeves. The grievances between the two nations will ultimately have to be borne by a delicate woman. The horse's hooves are like rain, like thunder. The shouts, the gushing blood, the call of the white-haired mother, the expectation of the young lady in spring, the cry of the confused child, all faded and drifted away in the sound of pipa... The figure in the wind and sand outside the Great Wall , transformed into a punctuation mark that separates war and peace, printed on the title page of "Book of Han". Your journey has completed a journey that transcends time and space. From the pretentious prosperity to the rough wilderness, from the distant dynasty to the vast world? One kick on the left, ten years, one kick on the right, ten years, interpreting the vastness beyond the Great Wall as emptiness, chewing the outline of the desert into desolation, and finally boiling it down to a green tomb at dusk, burying several volumes of history filled with blood and tears. Among them. And behind the green tomb is the thousands of miles of sky in the Central Plains. From then on, in the setting sun over the long river and under the solitary smoke in the desert, the sound of your pipa has echoed for thousands of years. 9. Gou Jian stood in the field, raised his hoe, and worked hard , big beads of sweat flowed down his forehead, across his handsome face, and dripped on the field. He is not an ordinary farmer, he is Gou Jian. He humbled himself and served Fu Chai. There were three hundred eunuchs in Wu, and he also wanted to be Fu Chai's pawn himself. When he returned to Kuaiji, he cultivated the land himself, so that he would not eat anything that was not grown by his own parents, and would not wear anything that was not woven by his wife.
While eating crude food and licking gall, he was still thinking about recruiting talents from all over while lying on the firewood bunk to rest. He never slacked off for a moment. Why does he have to work so hard? When the country was destroyed, he could have escaped, lived in seclusion, and lived his whole life in peace, but he didn't! Because he has not forgotten the responsibility of the king and the shame of subjugating the country! In the bottom of his heart, he remembers the heartache of the moment when he surrendered to Fu Chai, and the tears in his eyes when his people welcomed him back to Kuaiji! This remembrance enabled him to endure the pain of gall and the hardness of firewood! 10. Li Qingzhao A side of the setting sun is paved with poetry paper. Imagine the willow tree swayed by the gentle wind in the water as you write poetry. Under the yellow lotus tree, the pipa sounds. You light a lamp every night, and let the beating flame light up the red mole between your eyebrows with the fragrance of the scroll. Reading your silhouette sitting quietly under the window is the joy of the autumn breeze; reading the meaning and rhyme of Tang poetry and Song lyrics is your only touch. The dawn rises and falls, the sunset shines brightly and fades, and the years wither and shine. How many times have I opened the curtains of the season, but I have not been able to find your speechless flower shadow; how many times I have rang the longing eaves bell, but I have not been able to hear your transparent laughter. Boil a pot of warm fragrant tea, the rain and dew of the old year are like clear tears, with a faint sweetness and a hint of lonely bitterness. Why is your life a accumulation of love poems and sentences, from passion to passion, from searching to desertedness, to desolation and depression, to the return road of the dawn breeze and drizzle. You have traveled a lifetime from old sorrows to new sorrows, but you still haven’t gotten rid of the word sorrow in your heart. Your sorrow has indescribable meaning and endless beauty. Like the wind blowing across the vast lake, like the autumn colors at dusk, like the haggard dusk rain in front of the window, like the drunken plum blossoms planted in the snow every year. In the empty night sky, a pair of affectionate eyes are full of hope. Sitting alone at dusk, waiting for the wild geese to fly over, letting the setting sun drown out hope. The whistles are like rain, unintentionally getting your eyes wet. Is the poetic day very thin. And sit in your own shadow, reading the wind, the moon, and the clouds. Let your lonely thoughts express your emotions and write immortal poems for you. Gathering together is beautiful in your heart; separation is uniquely beautiful only in your poems. Together with the lingering hatred, a peerless flower of melancholy bloomed. The shame of Jingkang is still not over. If the ministers hate it, will the river be destroyed? You who are weak look up to the sky and sigh: "I hate that I am not a man, that I can't leap on a horse and swing my arms, galloping on the battlefield..." Whether you are green, red, fat or thin, or Jiangdong, your trembling feelings have been deeply spread into the hearts of hundreds of millions of people. Among them. What else is there to be dissatisfied with? You are not the only one who is thinner than a yellow flower. You are not the only one who has so many troubles to express. You are not the only one who is miserable when the warmth turns to cold. But when you look up and down, there is a cracking sound that you can't forget. I always see fragments of insights shining like flowers and full of regrets. So he wept and wrote "Inscriptions on Stone" to fulfill his late husband's last wish... The injured bird fell on the branches and was lonely, and I couldn't bear to look back even if I worried a thousand and one times. Confession is in vain, white hair deceives others, only one feeling is strong in my heart. Overflowing from my heart again. By the Daming Lake, by the Baotu Spring, my former residence is deep in the weeping poplars. There is a concentration of jade washes. In the Jinyulu, the literary talent has the legacy of the late masters who washed the tombstones of the Southern Song Dynasty. I clearly saw a woman bending her waist into a big word "sorrow". In your heart, love is solidified, like a lonely cabin; in your writing, sorrow remains immobile, accumulating into an ancient fossil, a strange woman full of sadness. You have not forgotten the sorrow of the country's collapse and the pain of losing her husband. Thanks to you not forgetting, today we have the pain of "I am afraid that the boat in Shuangxi will not be able to carry it, and there will be many sorrows"; only then we have the sorrow of "There is no way to lose one's soul, the west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers" Only then did we have the bitterness and suffering; only then did we have the heart-breaking feeling of "This time, how can I be so sad"; only then did we have the romantic splendor of "Ninety Thousand Miles of Wind and Peng Zhengzhi"; only then did we have "I still miss Xiang Yu. I dare not cross Jiangdong." The heroism and sadness. 11. Su Wu waved his sheep whip and brocade hat and mink fur, and he threw it into the depths of the sky; he used a bald pen and ran the short paper diagonally to carve out his deepest nostalgia for the great man. On one side is a high-ranking official and generous salary, on the other side is daring loyalty: standing between forgetting and remembering, standing between ease and worry, he chose to forget wealth, she chose to remember loyalty, and painted the strongest stroke on human nature. . What an eternal Su Wu: he used his wisdom to remember his unswerving faith in the great man, sang and walked in the wind and snow, sublimated the bare banners into an eternal wonder, and wrote a tragic song that will be remembered through the ages. What an eternal Su Wu: He used his courage to forget the temptation of Shan Yu's glory and wealth, and drifted away in the yellow sand of the desert, framing the skinny sheep as a period of immortal history, and sung a magnificent poem that could sing and cry. 12. Li Yu ⑴ "Disobeying the Order", he neglected the government because of his closeness to the Queen of Zhou, who was virtuous, kind-hearted, and proficient in music. From then on, he and Empress Zhou had a lot of fun, filling in flower poems, talking about guqin music, and commenting on Zhao Mengfu's calligraphy. They felt so uncomfortable... In order to express his love for Empress Zhou, he made her cousin prime minister, but he also ruined the country. The soldiers of the Song Dynasty approached the city... ⑵ The phoenix trees locked the autumn, the moonlight gently surrounded the past, and the sad returning geese in the fallen leaves passed through the eyes, like a knife, across the heart. 13. Song Jiang "timely rains in Shandong, Xiaoyi Heisanlang" "loyalty and wealth, loyalty and courage" "Liangshan calls for righteousness, Dancheng Song Gongming", a filial son with "filial piety comes first" in the eyes of his father and brother, and a "filial son in the eyes of the court" "Shuibo Grass Bandit", a stubborn person, a historical inscription intertwined with "loyalty" and "righteousness".
Seeing the decline of Liangshan's great cause, Song Jiang still put down the sword and gun he once held tightly, and made the final choice between loyalty and righteousness. He drank the poisonous wine from the court in one gulp, wanting to express his "loyalty" with death, and even more What is regrettable is that in order to prevent Li Kui from rebelling against the court again, Tieniu was also made to drink poisoned wine, leaving only the tragic song of "the boundless geometry of the universe, the great responsibility of success, the true nature of a man...". 14. Sima Qian: He chose to live a humble life in order to complete the history book belonging to the Han Dynasty. Thousands of years later, a poet said: "True bravery is not to die heroically for something, but to live humbly for something." A gust of autumn wind whimpered and blew up the yellowed pages of "Historical Records". 15. Gou Jian, Fu Chai and Xi Shi. Gou Jian, the moment he tasted Fu Chai’s feces, his revenge plan took root. That kind of pain cannot be replaced by others. The moment he gave Fu Chai Xi Shi, he was looking forward to seeing her again. Get her back. He didn't dare to forget, and he didn't want to forget. He, Fu Cha, was surrounded by strings of music and singing and dancing, and his pride and extravagance inevitably arose. He was greedy for beauty, and even tried to please Xi Shi in every possible way, without thinking about government affairs. He forgot Gou Jian's past, he forgot that "he was born in sorrow and died in happiness", he forgot that "heaven will assign great responsibilities to this people". She, Xi Shi, was a victim. As a woman, not only did she not get her own love, she also had to force a smile every day to seduce Fu Chai, let him indulge in herself, let him indulge in pleasure, and she had no happiness at all. But she had no complaints because she had forgotten that she, as a member of the country, should consider the interests of the country. 15. Wang Bo: "When you are old, you are still strong, and you would rather move your heart with a gray head; when you are poor, you will become stronger, and you will not fall into the clouds." Wang Bo, one of the four heroes of the early Tang Dynasty, can be said to be: "The times are not good, and the life is full of misfortunes." However, in the face of setbacks, But he can understand people's destiny and look at life with a smile. Just imagine, without Wang Bo's open-mindedness and broad-mindedness, how could he have sang the eternal song "A bosom friend in the sea is as close as a neighbor to the end of the world"? 16. Bai Juyi ⑴The person playing the piano is on the water, and the person listening to the piano is on a horse. The player playing the piano and the person listening to the piano meet in a boat. This boat is like a harp, played by the fingers of water. The so-called bosom friend means that one person and another person's thoughts are revealed by Qin and spread through the water. Everyone is looking for a soulmate in the world, but they don't know when the opportunity will appear by chance. Tonight, who is playing the piano alone in the wind under the waning moon? Loud sounds fell like frost on the surrounding fields, and the sound of the piano drifted farther away than in the distance. The autumn moon on a cold night, the eternal mood, spreads over the jade fingers and light strings. The sentimental feelings of Lushan were expressed in poetry and pipa on an ancient night. ⑵ The water of the Xunyang River rolled and flowed on the pipa. Bai Sima put down his wine glass and used pathos to tune the strings. At the end of the song, the fingers playing the pipa gently slipped off the strings. As a result, the boat full of autumn resentment disappeared forever with the disappearance of the sound of the piano. The poet, on the other hand, walks into the classics melancholy through wet lines of poetry. Two long lines of tears hung on the face of history, which can no longer be erased. Chen Yi: Eternal Son Marshal Chen Yi, who made great achievements in the liberation of the Chinese people, served as the Vice Premier of the State Council and Minister of Foreign Affairs shortly after liberation, and had a very busy job. In 1962, when he returned from a visit abroad, he passed by his hometown and took time to visit his old mother who was seriously ill. Chen Yi's mother is paralyzed in bed and cannot take care of herself. When Chen Yi entered the house, the mother was very happy. Just as she was about to say hello to her son, she suddenly remembered that the diaper she had changed was still beside the bed, so she motioned to the people around her to hide it under the bed. When Chen Yi saw it, he hurriedly said: "Mom, you have been bedridden for a long time and I can't be by your side. I feel very sad. I should wash these pants. Why hide them?" The mother was very embarrassed after hearing this, and the people next to her hurriedly Take out the diapers and rush to wash them. Chen Yi hurriedly stopped and said emotionally: "Mom, you washed my diapers many times when I was a child. Even if I wash 10 diapers today, I still can't repay your kindness in raising me!" After that, Chen Yi said The diapers and other dirty clothes were washed cleanly, and my mother smiled happily. Li Bai Li Bai said, "It is difficult to travel," but he kept walking. Walking with a smile on the world of mortals, walking with farewell to old friends. A pot of turbid wine can "sing songs all over the mountains and rivers for eighty thousand miles"; a light boat can "only see the Yangtze River flowing to the sky". However, Li Bai was also a scholar who was jealous of God! Those who are jealous of him are young talents; those who are jealous of his poems are lotus flowers. "Li Bai said, "It is difficult to travel," but he kept walking. When Hanlin was demoted, he "laughed up to the sky and went out, how could we be a native of Penghao"; when Yelang was exiled, he "laughed at Confucius with a song of phoenixes, and enjoyed traveling to famous mountains all his life." I admire Li Bai's path even more. Although it is unfair to say this, I still feel that Li Bai’s hardships in life were less severe than those of Tao Qian and Qu Zi. But he kept walking because he firmly believed that "there will be times when there will be long winds and waves"! A piece of jade has been torn and torn in the rigid political arena, but it has not been stained or worn out at all! 2. Li Bai is free and easy, not relying on the solemnity of the high hall, not envying the wealth of the officialdom, standing on the mountains and rivers of the Tang Dynasty, standing in the position of a poet, letting the breeze wash away his mind, and dancing with the moonlight, "I am born with talent. "It will be useful, and I will come back after all the gold has been spent." He chanted a lot of fighting spirit; "We all have great ambitions to fly, and want to go up to the blue sky to embrace the bright moon." He chanted a lot of courage, so the Tang Dynasty's The history of the country has gained a bit more weight and agility! Can it be said that Li Bai, who had no official career, did not reflect his own value? No. 3. When Li Bai is not reused, he can still happily sleepwalk in Tianmu, but he can still raise a glass and drink. He has an optimistic smile for tomorrow.
Although Su Shi was repeatedly demoted, he still had the elegance of "boating on the Red Cliff" and the magnanimity of "finding all the heroes of the ages in his wanderings". He smiles with hope for tomorrow. When Qu Yuan jumped into the river, I think he must have been smiling, because he firmly believed that his "Everyone is drunk, but I am sober; the world is muddy, but I am clear" will definitely bring thoughts and vigilance to future generations. 4. A crescent moon hangs low in the condensation place, and pieces of duckweed break into swaying emeralds. The poet let out a long sigh, and the fragrance of ink surged up. Li Bai's life will be remembered in history because he did not imitate the unsightly trends of the world, because he gave up "bells, drums, food and jade" and became his true self. His life is successful. If he pursues money and fame like the scholar-bureaucrats at that time, and goes against his own soul, then his flowing clothes will no longer be seen in the mountains and rivers of the motherland, and his famous works will no longer be chanted by the world in history. . The rain of history did not fall into Taibai's soul. He wrote his true self into history. 5. Only when people have spirit can they be open-minded. "I can't be happy because I can destroy my eyebrows and bend my waist to serve the powerful." Li Bai, who was slandered by others, was given a gold and released by Xuanzong. Although his virtues were as bright as a star and his talents were as bright as the sun and the moon, they eventually came to nothing. He was still high-spirited, "raising a glass to invite the bright moon, facing the shadow to form three people", the wine was filled with sorrow, and the moon turned into sword energy. How could he be so open-minded if he had no ambition? 6. Li Baicheng rode a horse galloping on the dim ancient road. However, the intrigues in the officialdom and the secular sanctimony hindered his running steps, and the ruthless reality cooled his passion. Yes, I think back then when the strongman took off my boots and the concubine polished his ink, that would have been the smoothest period in his career. However, he accidentally saw the fawning and ugly look of the powerful man and the secretive smile of the concubine, He felt that he should always stop his running feet and leave this dark Golden Horse Gate. He clearly knew that he would rather spend all his money just to get drunk than to be a "royal scholar" of the Tang Dynasty! So he took a sword and a glass of wine to look for the white deer he had temporarily placed in a famous mountain, and stepped out of the dark door of career forever. In the past, he rode on a steed and was given orders to gallop. Today, he rides on a white deer and runs towards the distant place he dreams of. Drinking the turbid wine deeply, returning to the happy place, looking for secluded places and drinking heavily, sharing the eternal sorrow. Going south to Wuyue, dreaming about Tianmu, it is difficult to repay our great ambitions. Running made him stumble again and again, and running made him achieve spiritual transcendence - his thoughts would always mature in wandering and frustration. 7. ☆The Qinglian layman who "does not care about the powerful" once laughed and scolded Confucius uninhibitedly. He once asked Yang Yuhuan, who was "laughing like a red concubine," to grind ink for him and Gao Lishi to take off his boots. What a "heretical" move and what a ridiculous move. However, when Taibai saw the dirt that could not be tolerated in the world, he left angrily. There is no sadness like that of layman Yi An, who said "This is the first time, is there a word for sadness?", nor is there the sadness of Liu Sanbian, who said "holding hands and looking at each other with tears in his eyes, he was speechless and choked." It's just a smiley sigh that says, "When reciting poems and composing poems in the north window, a glass of water will not be planted in ten thousand words." 8. "There will be times when the wind and waves break, and the clouds and sails will sail directly across the sea." The high-spirited Li Bai was full of infinite longing for the future. He wanted to show his talent through officialdom, serve the country, and live his life to the fullest. However, many years of official life and many years of traveling with swords made Li Bai reflect. There were successes and disappointments. He finally saw clearly the hardship and darkness of the road to officialdom. Gao Lishi put boots on him but actually cuffed his feet. The rewards from the court were actually begging for alms from his master. Therefore, "bells, drums, delicacies, and jade are not expensive, but I hope I will never wake up after being drunk for a long time." He used fine wine to cleanse the depression in his heart, and used mountain springs to cleanse the filth in the world. Every time he woke up after being drunk, he began to look at the world and nature again, and traveled north and south across the country. He always has a belief, a fiery poetic impulse, and a transcendent freedom of "going in and out"! Therefore, although he was not reused by the court, he was not abandoned by the world and was not forgotten by the people. So he kept regaining hope and kept "hiding himself from the market". Perhaps his philosophy of life is "life in the universe is both within and outside of it"! Li Bai! He is worthy of being called the "Poetic Immortal", but he is an immortal who lives according to the market. 9. High and magnificent ideals.
Li Bai lived in the prosperous Tang Dynasty and had great ambitions." He applied Guan Zhong's talk, the art of seeking emperors, and his wisdom, and was willing to assist Bi and make the region great