Wang Wei, whose courtesy name is Mojie, is good at both poetry and painting, and is fond of Buddhist scriptures. The word is taken from the Vimalakīrti Sutra.
He has a broad mind and is at ease among the natural mountains and rivers, so his poems are mostly about landscapes and pastoral areas, and he has become a representative poet of this type. Together with his contemporary Meng Haoran, he is also known as "Wang Meng". But after reading their poetry collections, it seems that Wang Jue is slightly better. This is because Wang Wei's poems are as gentle as jade, sparkling and lovely; while Meng's poems are more cold, thin, cold and steep.
Looking at the Yuefu, there are also many good chapters. This Meng Haoran is even more unmatched.
Wang Wei's Yuefu poems are no longer limited to pastoral settings, with diverse styles and brilliance.
A battle speech with unique character and heroic spirit:
For example, "The Journey of a Veteran":
When the boy was fifteen or twenty, he won the Huma Cavalry on foot. . If you shoot a white-fronted tiger in the mountains, you will be willing to count the yellow-bearded children in Ye. He has fought for three thousand miles, and his sword has served as a division for millions. The soldiers of the Han Dynasty were as fast as thunderbolts, and the cavalry were fearful of the thorns. Wei Qing's undefeated victory was due to God's luck, while Li Guang's lack of success was due to luck. Since it was abandoned, it has decayed, and the world has been wasted and turned into a white head. In the past, the flying arrows had no whole eyes, but today the hanging poplars grow on the left elbow. I often sell Guhou melons on the roadside, and I learn how to plant willows in front of my door. The vast ancient trees connect to the poor alleys, and the few cold mountains face empty windows. Swearing to send a flying spring out of Shule is not like making wine in the air in Yingchuan. Under the Helan Mountain, there are formations like clouds, and you can hear feathers flying across the sky day and night. The envoy Sanhe recruited young people, and issued an edict to send generals out of Wudao. Try to brush the iron clothes like snow, and hold the sword to move the stars. I wish I could have Yan's bow to shoot at the general, and I would be ashamed to have Yue Jia call Wu Jun. Don't be afraid of the old days of guarding in the clouds, you can still make meritorious deeds in a battle.
"Longtou Yin":
A young knight-errant on the Great Wall went up to the garrison at night to see Taibai. The bright moon in Longtou approaches the pass, and the passers-by on Longshang play the flute at night. The veteran general from Kansai was extremely sad and burst into tears when he stood on horseback. Although he is light and has fought for more than a hundred battles, his subordinates have benefited tens of thousands of nobles. Su Wucai is a vassal state, and the sky is clear to the west of the sea!
Soft and beautiful songs with beautiful scenery and touching emotions:
For example, "A Daughter's Journey to Luoyang" (16 years old, eighteen years old):
The daughter of Luoyang is facing the door Only if you live there can you have more than fifteen years of appearance. The beloved man rides a horse, and the maid holds a carp on a golden plate. The painted pavilions and vermilion towers face each other, with red peach and green willow hanging over the eaves. Luo Wei presented the Seven Incense Cart and the Treasure Fan welcomed him back to Jiuhua Tent. A crazy man's wealth lies in his youth, and his arrogance and extravagance make Ji Lun. Self-pitying jasper teaches dance personally, and does not hesitate to give coral to others. The dawn in the spring window extinguishes nine tiny fires, and nine tiny pieces of flying flowers fly. After the play, when Zeng was unreasonable, he just sat there wearing incense and makeup. The city is full of prosperity, and I pass by Zhao Li's house day and night. Who pities the Yue girl, whose face is like jade?
A beautiful sketch that is ultra-elegant, quiet, remote and peaceful:
For example, "A Journey to the Peach Blossoms" (19 years old):
The fishing boat chases the water and loves the mountains and spring, Peach blossoms sandwich Gujin on both sides of the Taiwan Strait. Sitting and looking at the mangroves, I don’t know how far I am, and walking along the green stream, I don’t see anyone. Sneaking through the mountain pass begins, the mountain opens wide and you can see the flat land. From a distance, you can see a tree with clouds in it, and close by, you can see thousands of scattered flowering bamboos. The woodcutter first passed on the Han name, but the residents did not change the Qin clothes. The people live in Wulingyuan, and they also start their fields outside the things. The moon is bright and the house is quiet under the pine trees; at sunrise the chickens and dogs are noisy in the clouds. I was shocked to hear that the common people came to gather together and invited them back home to ask about the city. In the bright days, the sweeping flowers bloom in the alleys, and in the evening, fishermen and woodcutters ride in the water. At the beginning, he went to the human world to avoid the earth, but when he became an immortal, he did not return. Who knows that there is someone in the gorge? Looking at Kongyun Mountain in the distance. There is no doubt that the spiritual realm is difficult to smell and see, and the earthly mind is not yet exhausted and homesick for the county. When leaving the cave, regardless of the mountains and rivers, Cijia plans to travel for a long time. I say that after passing through the past, I will not be lost in the past. I know that the peaks and valleys will change. At that time, I only remembered that it went deep into the mountains and the green streams reached to the cloud forest. When spring comes, there are peach blossoms everywhere, and I don’t know where to find the source of immortality.
The wind spirit is clear and elegant, and the casual chat is from the dust:
For example, "Talk to Cui Fu to answer the wise brother":
The talented man from Luoyang is a guest from Gusu, Guiyuan is not his hometown. street. The maple trees in Jiujiang are green several times, and the five lakes in Yangzhou are white. From Yangzhou there are soldiers going down the river, and the sound of flutes is played in front of Lanling Town. At night, the fire people return to Fuchunguo, and the autumn wind rustles the stone city. Zhou Lang and his brother Lu were a concubine, and they sang and sang along the stream before dancing to the white ramie. Qu Jishu left the little historian, and he played chess and chess in the thatched cottage in Shanyin Villa. If you talk to foreign ministers about your clothes and clothes, you should first count your husband and take care of them at the banquet. I even heard that Taige asked for three words, and I thought of the most romantic person in the distance.
The beauty of these Yuefu poems is that they are natural and unpretentious, with smooth rhythm and no blockage. This is precisely the beauty of poetry in the Tang Dynasty that future generations cannot match.
Praise:
Everywhere you pick it up, don’t take away the neighbors. It's the right time to go, and spring will come when you start. It's like flowers blooming, like looking forward to the new year. True and non-seizing, strong is easy to be poor. The secluded person is on the empty mountain, picking apples after the rain. Thin words and enlightenment, long and long days.
——Sikong Tu's "Twenty-Four Poems·Nature"