The main contents of Li Bai's poems

Li Bai's poetic creation has a strong subjective color, which is mainly manifested in paying attention to expressing heroism and passionate feelings, and rarely describing objective images and specific events in detail. Li Bai's poems often run through with unrestrained momentum, paying attention to galloping vertically and horizontally and in one go, and have the characteristics of winning with gas. Such as "On Li Yong": "Dapeng rises with the wind one day and shakes Wan Li. If the wind stops, it can still lift away the raging water. " Take Dapeng as an analogy, it is not a carefree Dapeng of Zhuangzi style, but a Dapeng who bravely flies and causes shock and surprise. In this extraordinary momentum, it embodies self-confidence and enterprising ambition and independent personality strength. This is the reason why Li Bai's poems disturb eternity. As he said in the poem "Ode to the River": "Xing Han put pen to paper to shake the five mountains, and the poem became Cangzhou." Free and easy temperament, arrogant and independent personality, approachable, and strong feelings come out of generate, which forms the distinctive features of Li Bai's lyric style. It is often explosive. Once the emotion is aroused, it gushes out without restraint, just like a raging and overflowing volcano in the sky. For example, "Singing to Send Cen" expresses indignation at the political darkness and the inversion of right and wrong: chickens gather together for food, and chickens fly without neighbors. Dragonflies laugh at dragons, and good and evil people are mixed. Well-dressed, not paid. If you nest, the shackles in the porch are different from the dragons in the dust? Sad and angry, impassioned. With the change of cadence and rhythm, we can trace the ups and downs of emotional eruption when emotional impulse occurs, which makes people feel the shock of the soul directly. Another example is "Drinking Alone on Twelve Cold Nights", which expresses the intense feelings like running water from the beginning, and then bursts into uncontrollable emotional waves: you can't learn cockfighting in the distance, and you can't sit still and snore and blow the rainbow. You can't learn from Shu Ge. You went to Qinghai at night with a knife and took the purple robe of Xitu Shi Bao. Poetry is not worth a glass of water in the north window. The world turned around after hearing the news, just like the east wind shooting at a horse. Fisheye also laughed at me and said they were like the bright moon. Huaxiangquan