Bai Juyi in my eyes is the embodiment of world beauty. I like his careful discovery and appreciation of the beautiful spring, his deep sigh of "a half-decaying tree, an affectionate person" and his sad life. I prefer his "wildfire never completely burned them, but they grew taller in the spring breeze" on the endless grassland. On the endless Yuan Ye, fire can't burn the life of grass. The green of life is all over the earth again. Whether it is an ancient deserted road or an abandoned ancient city, there are beautiful figures in the rubble of the deserted road. After reading Bai Juyi's poems, I saw the beauty of youth and nature.
Bai Juyi in my eyes is a sad flower that sympathizes with the sufferings of the people and cares about the country and the people. She sympathized with the miserable life experience of Pipa girl, so she wrote the sadness of "When the river mysteriously widens to the full moon" with the brushwork of "Where the maple leaves are, where the rushes are, and the autumn wind is rustling", and the emotional reed flowers rustled in the cool breeze of autumn leaves, "We are all unhappy-at the end of the day, we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? " . Yes, Bai Juyi was also forgotten at this time. So, "Jiujiang officer today. My blue sleeves are wet. "Being in the officialdom, I can't stand the flattery of the villain's slanders, and my efforts for several years will inevitably be condemned. Reading Bai Juyi's poems has made me lament and sympathize with the world a little more.
In my eyes, Bai Juyi is a red plum, who can endure the cold in Ling Xue and is indomitable to official corruption. Although he was an official of the imperial court, he had a clear love and hate, dared to express his opinions, expressed his feelings with poems, satirized and lashed corrupt officials, and exposed the dark rule of the imperial court. He hates that "half a horse's red yarn is silk, which is worth charcoal on the bull's head". Corrupt officials buy and sell hard to oppress the people. He sympathizes with "the family has lost taxes". He mocks "the crime of not farming, but the emperor abandoned his early dynasty" as decadent and fatuous. After reading Bai Juyi's poems, I saw an upright personality, which taught me to distinguish right from wrong and fight against all the dark forces.
Nowadays, things have changed. Thousands of years have passed, and Bai Juyi's poems and spirit still inspire us. The grass in the spring of wildfire, the bright moon at night in Qiu Jiang, and the wintersweet in snowy days are all Bai Juyi in my eyes.