Scholars are useless! These two talented poets, without talent, should both die of depression, which makes people sigh.

China is a country of poetry. In ancient times, writing poetry was the basic skill of intellectuals, and poetry represented their talents. It is precisely because of this that many poets repeatedly sang "talent is not met" when they were depressed, from Qu Yuan in the Warring States to Du Li in the Tang Dynasty, and then to the Qing Dynasty at the end of the feudal dynasty. Among the poets in the Tang Dynasty, Li He, Li Bai and Li Shangyin are also called "Three Li", which shows his high poetic achievements. Li He was frustrated all his life, not because of his low talent, but because of an absurd reason. In the Tang Dynasty, Li He was a scholar in the imperial examination. At the age of seven, he was able to write poems. He was famous for his quick thinking. At the age of eighteen, he was already famous. He once presented poems to Han Yu, a great writer, and was deeply appreciated by Han Yu. Han Yu recommended him to take part in the imperial examination, and the Henan government tried Li He to write it in one breath, one song a year, twelve months a month, plus thirteen leap months. The first song was wonderful and topped the list. At the end of the year, I went to Beijing to prepare for the Jinshi exam, but because I was too famous and jealous, I refused him on the grounds that Li He was taboo. It turns out that Li He's father's name is Li Jinsu, and "Jin" is homophonic with "Jin", so Li He can't take the Jinshi exam. Although Han Yu tried his best to defend him, Li He was excluded from the imperial examination. Since then, I have been depressed and even died young, at the age of 27, which is regrettable. Li He is called Shi Gui, and his poems are full of magical and famous sentences, especially by many scholars. For example, his "Thirteen Poems in the South Garden", the first one is wonderful, and my favorite is the fifth one: Why don't men take Wu Gou and accept fifty states in Guanshan? Please go to see the paintings of the founder heroes with pictures. Another scholar was once called the aristocrat of a million families? The first sentence is extraordinary, and the peak turns around. Why don't men wear Wu Gou to collect 50 troubled states! A wave of lofty sentiments rose to heaven, which made people awe-inspiring. Indeed, where is the shadow of an accomplished scholar? Scholar is useless, scholar is useless. This is our sigh today. In fact, Li He's poems are more about venting his dissatisfaction than this kind of exclamation. He was a genius when he was a child, and he couldn't realize his ideal of making contributions just because he avoided his father. What a sad and helpless thing it is. How unfair the world is! Isn't it a kind of helplessness to say "Why not take Wu Gou"? If it weren't for this ridiculous taboo, he could have taken the lead in judging his career, but all this was ruined for absurd reasons. Depressed Li He died at the age of 27. From then on, there was no "Shi Gui" in other people's lives. What a pity that so many chapters are missing in the history of China's poetry! The sixth poem of "Thirteen Poems in the South Garden" also expresses the scholar's uselessness, so we might as well appreciate it: looking for chapters and sentences to carve insects, Xiao Yue hanging a jade bow as a curtain. I don't see the three seas every year. Where is the autumn wind? It's really useless to write a poem only by picking chapters. The crescent moon on the curtain is like a jade bow. Men should fight for their country! You have seen, year after year on the battlefield, swords and shadows, where do you need articles about mourning without illness? We should be soldiers fighting for our motherland. Dancing and writing are useless! Li He was arrogant and ambitious all his life. However, the reality is ruthless and brilliant, and he ended up with a tragic ending of "no one will ever know", which is really embarrassing! Coincidentally, when I was reading a poem, I read a poem in the Qing Dynasty, and I also felt that the scholar was useless. What I said was more direct than Li He. The literary level of this poem alone is not worse than that of Li He. Let's look at this poem: the immortal Buddha has never made it, only knowing that the night is unfair. The wind shed is full of sad songs, and the mud flocculant leads to poverty and happiness. Nine out of ten people are contemptible, but none of them is a scholar. Don't worry about poetry. Spring birds and autumn insects make their own voices. Immortals can't become Buddhas, can't become Buddhas, can't do anything, and can only write poems alone at night. This wandering life exhausted my heroism. I have lost all hope and have no feelings for beautiful women, but I have gained a heartbreaking reputation. Nine out of ten people can roll their eyes at them, and the most useless one is that scholar. There is no need to worry that the sad poem you wrote will become an uncertain prophecy. The sound of spring birds and autumn insects is the sound of nature! The author of this poem is Huang Jingren of the Qing Dynasty. His sentence "A useless man is a scholar" has aroused the voices of many literati to express their resentment against his talent. However, when we use this sentence, many people don't know that Huang Jingren is a poet. So, what kind of person is he? Speaking of his ancestors, everyone may be familiar with it. He is a descendant of Huang Tingjian in the Northern Song Dynasty. My father died at the age of 4 and lived in poverty, but my grandfather told him to study hard. He was smart and eager to learn since he was a child, took part in Changzhou Boy's Test, and won a scholar in high school. Later, he took part in the provincial examinations for many times, and also participated in the recruitment of Emperor Qianlong, all of which were praised. But he has been frustrated. Somehow, according to his talent and ability, he should have been an official long ago. It was not until he was in his thirties that he became a county magistrate. He thinks his luck will change. Unexpectedly, the official luck came and fate tortured him again. He is seriously ill. He can't get sick. Alas, he was only thirty-five years old and died young. Alas!