He wrote a masterpiece with pen and ink; He was born in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, but his ambition was difficult to realize because he was not taken seriously. He, who cares about the sufferings of the people, has met us with poetry so far; He is Bai Juyi, who is known as the "Poet Magic".
"The endless grass on the plain comes and goes with each season. Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller again in the spring breeze. " Bai Juyi wrote this farewell poem after observing the growth and death of grass. After a year's experience, a grass will wither or turn to ashes, but seeds and roots are still brewing new life. Even if it is reduced to ashes, it will be transformed into nutrients, which will add strength to the reproduction of seeds and make every effort until "spring comes and grass is green". Poets keenly feel the growth cycle of grass, from which they can express their feelings about life: every living body will encounter difficulties, but as long as they work hard to overcome them, they firmly believe that life is endless, and with the magic of time and the transformation of objective conditions, all difficulties will become a thing of the past.
Sima Jiangzhou, who was demoted, met a pipa girl on a moonlit night. The pianist is on the water, the listener is on horseback, and the pianist and the listener meet in the same boat. This boat is a piano, which is plucked by the fingers of water. The so-called confidant is that one person's heart is penetrated by another person's piano, because water is circulating. Everyone is looking for a bosom friend in the world, but I don't know when he will appear by chance. Tonight, who plays the piano alone under the waning moon? Loud sounds, such as the first frost in the four fields, the sound of the piano floats farther away than in the distance. The autumn moon on a cold night, the eternal mood, is on the jade finger and the light string. The sentimental feelings of Lushan Mountain were exhausted by the poetry pipa in an ancient night.
After resigning, he felt relaxed, but he was still worried about the country and the people. He is worried about people. As the sun sets, he can't help thinking of the darkness of officialdom and the fierce competition between the Niu Li Party and the imperial court. Will the imperial court continue to be corrupt?
The first month gradually appeared in the west, covered by layers of light clouds. Suddenly a gust of wind blew, and the air felt damp with a little coolness in late autumn. There are some bright things in the grass-it turned out to be dew. Late autumn nights are always exciting. The trees rustled and swayed, as if singing a nocturnal song, and the moon shed soft light, adding a sense of tranquility. At this time, Bai Juyi was still thinking about the court. Why did he push that official? I retired, regardless of national affairs, but the current national situation is at stake. How can I reassure him? Sunset, sunset river, scenes show in front of his eyes. The river is still surging, who seems to be shouting for, or crying for the injustice of this world? Or for the darkness of the imperial court? My heart moved, and on this uneasy night, I shed my heartfelt words: "A setting sun is spreading in the water, half the river is rustling and half the river is red." Cherish the third night of September, dew is like a real pearl, bow is like a real bow. "
Nowadays, things have changed. Thousands of years have passed, and Bai Juyi's poems and spirit still inspire us. Wildfire grass in the spring breeze, the bright moon at night in Qiu Jiang, the setting sun pouring down, the rustling red river … all these are Bai Juyi in my eyes.