What is the last sentence in life?

The last sentence of life: a little fool is a big idiot. Title of the poem: Sending Poor Articles. Real name: Han Yu. Posthumous title: Mr. Chang Li, Han Libu, Han Changli and Han Wengong. Font Size: Returns the word. Time: Tang Dynasty. Ethnic group: Han nationality. Date of birth: 768. Time of death: 65438+February 25th, 824. Main works: Late Spring, Send an envoy to borrow a painting from Shaozhou, Listen to the piano, Song of the Stone Drum, Ask for a picture in Mid-Autumn Festival, etc. Main achievements: Advocating the ancient prose movement.

We will introduce Life I to you in detail from the following aspects:

First, the full text of "Sending the Poor"

In the first month of Yuanhe six years, the master asked Nuxing to make a willow tree as a car.

Bundle grass into boats to carry food and grain,

Under the yoke of the ox, guide the sail to the pole.

Three times, I slapped the poor man and told him: I heard that I would do it one day, and I was afraid to ask Tu.

Stealing a boat, stealing a car, getting ready for embarrassment,

When the day is auspicious, it will benefit all sides.

A spoonful of rice, a sip of rice,

Bring your friends, and the old will become new.

Driving dust wind, competing with electricity,

Stagnation, I have the grace to send.

Are you interested in doing it? "Hold your breath and listen,

If you hear voices, if you scream, if you cry,

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Shoulder-to-shoulder contraction, doubt but not,

It is clear for a long time that if there is a speaker, I live with my son,

For more than forty years, when I was a child,

I am not a fool, I am a student,

Seek official fame, but the son is obedient,

It hasn't changed from the beginning. Menkobi spirit,

I scold me, I am ashamed and secretive,

This has nothing to do with him. My son moved to the south,

It's steaming, I'm not my hometown,

A hundred ghosts bully the mausoleum. Four years in college,

Sooner or later, salt, only I protect you,

Everyone has no respect for you. From beginning to end,

If I betray you before I start, my heart and my plan are the same.

I can't hear what I'm saying,

When should I go to the cloud? It is necessary for the master to trust,

There is a time to pay. I am a ghost,

Safe car and boat, smelly nose,

Embarrassed _ Donable. Alone,

Who is a friend, purple dog knows,

Can you count? I can do my best,

It can be said that the situation is revealed.

Dare not avoid it. The host should say, "I don't know if I'm real!

Children don't have six or four friends,

Ten minutes to five, seven divided by two,

Different opinions, personal names,

Scold your hands over soup, turn your voice over and touch taboos,

Whoever makes my face disgusting and my language tasteless is my son's ambition.

-it's called intellectual poverty: correcting ADHD,

An evil garden is like a square, shame is deception,

Can't bear to hurt; Secondly, it is called learning poverty: pride and fame,

Pick up the microphone, speak loudly,

Hold God's machine; Secondly, my writing is poor: I am not single-minded,

Strange, untimely,

Just play by yourself; Secondly, life is poor: shadows and actions are different.

And ugly heart Yan, after everyone,

The responsibility first lies with people; Secondly, it's called making friends: grinding tendons and breaking bones,

Spit out your heart and your heart, and the company will stay.

_ I hold a grudge. All these five ghosts,

I am hungry and cold for my five troubles.

I'm obsessed with making mistakes and making mistakes.

People can't do it and regret their actions.

Dusk came back again, and the flies camped on the dog.

Drive away and come back. "it's not finished,

The five ghosts opened their eyes and spat out their tongues, jumped up and suppressed their servants,

Stamp your feet in your palms and smile at each other.

Xu said to his master, I know my name. No matter what I do,

Get rid of me, you idiot.

Life is a long life,

I have a son's name, and I will never grind it.

Little gentlemen have different hearts,

Only when you are good at grasping time can you connect with the sky.

Holding Wan Yan is a piece of cake,

I'm greedy for fat and sweet, and I long for it.

Everyone knows that Zi has given too much.

Although I was fired, I couldn't bear to be sparse.

If you don't believe me, please make a collection of poems.

The master began to thank him dejectedly.

Burning cars and boats, extending to the upper seats.

Second, Han Yu's other poems

Teacher's Notes, Miscellaneous Notes on Four Horses, Light Rain in Early Spring, Chun Xue and Rock. Poetry of the same dynasty

Sangu's Family, Warm Dishes, Farewell to Xu Kan, Mourning Poems, Jia Dao's Tomb Inscription, Tiantai Temple Couplet, Song of Eternal Sorrow, Memory of Jiangnan, Spring Tour in Qiantang and Ode to Mujiang.