I have been writing Li Bai's articles for a long time. I swept away the dust in the prosperous Tang Dynasty with a flick of my finger, walked into the world of Li Bai's poems and songs, and walked into the sunken back wrapped in moonlight, and suddenly I thought of home; Bring my shadow to me so that the three of us have overlapping images; Entering Li Bai's heart, he hung on the wild river and sent him to the sea of Yun Fan. Knock on the door of his soul and feel the valley in his heart!
In the neon world where glitz and money are intertwined, the wind of intrigue makes us confused in the wandering world where life is poor. However, staring at the sound of rain in the prosperous Tang Dynasty and the sound of falling to the ground made me discover the value, weight and eternity of life. He sails out to sea, he stares at Lushan Mountain, and the clouds are around him, and he paddles in a rough place. He flew straight down several thousands of feet, suspecting the magnificence of the waterfall when the Milky Way fell for nine days, which linked his heart with the freedom of the waterfall. Embedded in the deepest part of the heart, the flowing water is unrestrained, freeing the inner burden. Only the blackened grapes show a little luster, and the frost-white hair quivers with black luster. Li Bai fixed the true meaning of life in a free and beautiful landscape painting, so as not to let the dirty mud defile the noble soul. Maybe he is very poor materially, but mentally he has surpassed everyone and found a piece of pure land of peace of mind. Under the reflection of mountains and water, the massiness of mountains increases the weight of life!
Li Bai, your free and easy heart makes you envy; Your pride in fighting for the end of the world is unforgettable; Your open-minded nature is sought after!
The road of life is long, with the head held high in spring and the head bowed in autumn. The wheel of time is long. The official career of life is to serve the people and the country, and a person's mission should rise to the treasure in his heart. He yearns for official career, but despises powerful people and wants to pursue a peaceful world in his heart. However, fate always plays jokes on him. How can Li Bai, a noble lotus flower, stand out from the mud without being defiled in that muddy Gu ā n ch m ? ng? Oh, how can I bow and scrape to a high-ranking official? I can't bend my back, and he has to strut away from the Jianghu. The future is bright and the road is tortuous. His relegation was so ostentatious in the ups and downs of Li Bai. When he is frustrated, you sing that since God has given talents, let them find jobs! Spin a thousand silver coins and they're all back! . Li Bai, who is calm in heart and impetuous in action, raises a glass to drown his sorrows and drives away frustrated guests with golden bottles of wine. How can it be? Your success is golden, your failure is golden, and your golden cup fixes your voice!
About Li Bai's essay Erjiu, specifically, it is a liquid that can paralyze people's nerves, but people have given it too much additional content for thousands of years.
Who can tell whether Li Bai is a poet or Brewmaster?
Generally speaking, I have analyzed that Ya is an extremely conceited guy, which, in the present words, is narcissism. He always thinks that he can be a perfect poet. He is also an outstanding politician. So I happily went to Beijing to be an official. Ha ha, you see, the childish side has come out. Well, yes, from the point of view of smart people now, this boy has a bad brain. Hehe, but it happened that the child was persistent and tried to walk on two legs. Finally, he was tired, exhausted and lost. So have a drink and chase the moon.
So bohemian. Hehe, if what I said is far-fetched, yes, a little, but I really envy it. At least he can tell himself that he has been defeated. Well, I can leave a happy ending that is half true and half false. Really, it's beautiful, but I have countless ideas now. To put it bluntly, you just can't liberate yourself. . . Not yet!
Sorry, I just went out and bought a bottle of wine. I stood in the restaurant in Meilong town and looked out. I felt very psychedelic. The magnificent Henglong and Zhongxing feel so shaky, which is so strong compared with the sense of form, volume and volume of some Gothic restaurants, but they really blend together, just like countless lights shaking in the glass, and I can't help but take a deep breath. Oh, my God, is this true?
Go back to the first paragraph, because I am in front of the computer now, and there is a bottle next to it. Ha ha. Where were we just now? Do I envy Li Bai? ,,, Hehe. I calmed down a little. All right, back to the point. Persistence and self-persistence are only part of persistence for me. I remember when I was in college, there were many individual poets who shouted for self-persistence and hysteria all day. . . However, who really forced them. Hehe, little friend, come and experience my feelings if you want to shout.
After understanding that there is no pure self and the relationship between man and society. But still believe and insist on maintaining a certain self. I even want to use this self to realize the heroic change of society. Ha ha. This seemingly immature (remember, maturity is the focus of China people's thinking ~ ~) persistence is really incomprehensible, and it can also be said that this unattainable dream is the most embarrassing. Li Bai insisted that he was in high spirits when he debuted. "Go out and laugh in the sky, are we Artemisia people?" Unfortunately, he finally said helplessly: "White hair and three thousands of feet, sorrow is like a long beard."
No matter how it ends, if I'm a rookie. Let me follow in your footsteps. . .
Because I always believe that I can change something, even if it is only a slight impact, if God gives me a chance. I must roll up earth-shattering waves with the wings of moths!
I can't. I have to go to bed. In addition, Li Bai's' real cause of death should be drunk death, and I was already drunk and unconscious. Seriously, in a sense, it is still happy to leave like that.
Everyone in China knows about Li Bai's essay "Three Li Bai". In the whole history of China's poetry, he is also one of the greatest poets. His bold personality, overwhelming momentum, superb imagination and vivid and natural language created a magnificent and colorful poetic scene, making him the most outstanding romantic poet after Qu Yuan.
Li Bai in my mind is not only a great poet, but also a studious scholar.
In his later years, he was politically frustrated. With a melancholy mood, he traveled to Xuancheng, Nanling, Shexian (in Anhui), quarrying and other places, writing poems, drinking and roaming famous mountains and rivers.
One morning, as usual, he bought wine in a hotel on the street in Shexian County, when he suddenly heard someone ask in the woodshed next door, "Grandpa, how can you pick so much firewood at your age?" Where do you live? "
The answer is hearty laughter. Then, I heard someone shouting:
"Selling at a negative salary, selling wine in the west.
Excuse me, where is home? Go through the clouds into the jade! "
He was surprised when he heard this. Who is this? Unexpectedly, I sang such a touching poem casually! He asked the bartender, who told him: This is an old man named Xu Xuanping. He hates the government, sees through the secular world and lives in seclusion in the mountains, but no one knows which mountain he lives in. Recently, he often travels around here. Every day at dawn, he saw Chai Jin Town with flower spoons and bamboo sticks hanging on the firewood. He drank while selling firewood, and when he was drunk, he sang poems along the way. Passers-by think he is crazy.
He thought to himself, isn't this a "poetry idiot" like himself? He turned to go out at once, only to see the old man on the street bridge. Although he walked very hard, Li Bai couldn't catch up anyway.
Catch up with the small bridge, cross the bamboo forest and bypass the tributaries of the river. Li Bai is so tired that his back aches and his legs ache. By the time he looked again, the old man had already disappeared. Li Bai sighed: "I really met a fairy!" "
He lifted his robe and hurried on, but he still didn't see the old man and had to come back disappointed.
That night, Li Bai couldn't sleep, recalling that he hadn't made many real poetry friends except Du Fu for most of his life. I didn't expect to meet such a poet today, but the opportunity can't be missed. I have to find him!
The next day, Li Bai waited at the gate of Chai Caohang until sunset, and there was no trace of the old man.
On the third day, the fourth day, I failed every day.
On the fifth morning, Li Bai picked up the hip flask and set off with dry food. He made up his mind that if he couldn't find the old man, he would die in the mountains here. Over the hill full of wild flowers, across the swift stream, through the thorns, for more than a month, I still haven't seen the shadow of the old man. Li Bai is a little discouraged. At this moment, he remembered his mother-in-law who used an iron pestle to grind needles when she was a teenager. My mother-in-law put it well: "As long as you have the determination, the iron pestle is ground into a needle." If you want to find the old man, it depends on your perseverance. Thinking of this, Li Bai tightened his belt, gritted his teeth and walked on. Tired, lie on the rock and sleep for a while; When you are hungry, pick a handful of wild fruits to satisfy your hunger; When you are addicted to alcohol, you can have a nice drink with a hip flask.
That night, the sunset glow dyed the sky red, and the clear spring and the bamboo set each other off, which was particularly beautiful. Li Bai misses the old man so much that he can't enjoy the scenery. He dragged his tired body and limped to the foot of Ziyang Mountain near Huangshan Mountain. Turning the mountain pass, I saw a boulder standing in front of me, which seemed to be engraved with words. Li Bai forgot his fatigue and jumped on him to identify him carefully. Oh, it turned out to be a poem:
"Thirty years of seclusion, built room nanshan.
Play with the bright moon in the quiet night and drink Biquan at leisure.
The woodcutter sings on the ridge, and the valley birds play in front of the rocks.
I don't know how old I am, but I forgot the year of Jiazi. "
After reading it three times in a row, he lost his voice and cried, "Wonderful! Wonderful! What a fairy voice! " I thought to myself: when I see the old man, I must worship him three times and ask for advice. Although I have been dealing with poetry for decades, it is really the first time for me to appreciate this poem with the fragrance of wild flowers.
He turned around and saw a pile of rice lying on the flat ground next to the cliff stone. It seems that it must be Lao Xu Man Xuanping. Li Bai simply squatted aside, enjoying the scenery in the mountains, while waiting for the old man to harvest food.
When it was dark, Li Bai suddenly heard the sound of knocking from the foot of the mountain. He looked inside and saw a boat rowing on the river below, and an old man with a flowing beard stood at the bow and paddled. Li Bai stepped forward and asked, "Excuse me, old man, where is Xu Xuanping's home?"
It turns out that this old man is Lao Xu Man Xuanping whom Li Bai is looking for. Last time I saw Li Bai wearing a royal robe, I thought the court sent someone to ask him to be an official, so I never wanted to go to Shexian again. Unexpectedly, this person actually followed. At this time, the old man glanced at Li Bai, pointed to the fence with his finger and casually replied: "A bamboo pole at the door is Xu Weng's home!" "
He looked up at the lush mountains and asked, "There are bamboos everywhere. Where can I find them? "
The old man looked at the dusty and sweaty guest again and asked, "Are you ..."
"I am Li Bai." Say, a deep yi.
The old man froze: "Are you Li Bai? Are you Li Bai? "
Li Bai quickly explained his purpose.
Hearing this, the old man arched his hands and said, "Oh, you are a poet today! I am just a drop in the sea of poetry. How can you find a drop of water from this sea for advice? Really unworthy, unworthy! " Say that finish, prop up the boat and walk back.
Li Bai grabbed the old man's sleeve and begged, "Old man, it's been three months. I've been looking for you everywhere, and I finally met my teacher. Can't you send me back? "
His sincere words touched the heart of the old man. The two men looked at each other for a long time, and the old man suddenly grabbed Li Bai and jumped into the boat.
Since then, people often sit on the big bluestone beside the stream with the white old man, drinking and reciting poems, whether in the morning glow or in the afterglow of the sunset. Laughter and the noise of the waterfall blend together and are sent hundreds of miles away with the stream. ...
Today, when many tourists come to Huangshan Mountain, they always like to follow the gurgling stream to trace Li Bai. I've heard of Hutouyan. There is a huge stone engraved with the word "drunken stone" under the Ming Xianquan. Legend has it that Li Bai and the old man enjoy the mountain scenery here, drinking and reciting poems. They often use nearby spring water to clean wine glasses, so this spring water is called "cup-washing spring".
The great man's experience of seeking a teacher always inspires me, never forgetting to learn, never!