Tang Libai
White hair three thousands of feet,
Fate is like a long sorrow!
I don't know. In the mirror,
Where did you get the autumn frost?
[Notes]
Qiupu Song: In the 13th year of Tianbao (754), Li Bai wrote 17 poems when he lived in Qiupu, which was the fifteenth.
Qiupu: Now Puyi, located in the southwest of Guichi County, Anhui Province, produces silver and copper.
Fate is sad: because of sadness.
Fate: because, it means because I have been sad for too long.
Like: like.
G: like this. Do another "one".
Autumn frost: refers to white hair and describes hair as white as autumn frost.
[translated poem]
The white hair on my head is three thousands of feet (long), just because endless troubles are so long. I don't know where this white hair came from in the bright mirror.
[Appreciation]
This is a poem expressing anger. With unrestrained passion and romantic artistic techniques, the poet created the image of "self", gave vent to deep resentment and depression, and exerted a strong and touching artistic power.
"White hair and three thousands of feet, the fate seems long?" Split the air, such as spring tide rushing, such as volcanic eruption, shocking. It is really incomprehensible to look at the phrase "three thousands of feet with white hair". How can white hair "three thousands of feet"? When I read the next sentence, "Sorrow is like a beard", I suddenly understood that the original white hair "Three thousands of feet" was born of sorrow and grew up because of sorrow! Worry gives birth to white hair, but people are aware of it, but it is three times as long as thousands of feet. How many deep worries should there be? The fateful weight of ten words falls on one word "sadness". Writing sadness is incredible! Fantasy strange sentences can't help but make people marvel at the poet's boldness of vision and pen power.
There are many sad examples in classical poetry. Appreciation of Li Bai's Poem Three thousands of feet White Hairs Qiu Ge Appreciation of Li Bai's Poem Three thousands of feet White Hairs Qiu Ge Song Dynasty poet Luo Dajing wrote in He Lin Yu Lu: "Some poets use mountains as a metaphor for their worries, and Du Shaoling said,' Worry comes like a mountain (according to the press, it is called Qi Zhong Nan), and they can't dig a hole'; Some people use water as a metaphor for sadness. Li Qiyun said,' Please measure the water in the East China Sea and look at the shallow and deep sorrow'. " Li Bai found a new way to describe the depth of sorrow with the length of "white hair and three thousands of feet", which is "particularly novel" and "prosperity is more meaningful than China" (ibid.). People will not only take the poet's unreasonable troubles seriously, but will sincerely appreciate this unnatural and popular strange sentence and feel sympathy for the poet's sigh.
People see the white hair on their heads and its length because they look in the mirror. The first two sentences are hidden in the mirror, and three or four sentences will understand:
"I don't know where the autumn frost is in the mirror!"
Autumn frost is white, representing its white hair. Seemingly repetitive but not repetitive, there is a sad and haggard emotional color that transcends the word "white" of white hair. "I don't know" in the previous sentence is not really unknown, nor is it because I don't know that I asked "where". These two sentences are not questions, but angry words and bitter words. Poetic eyes are on the word "de" in the next sentence. Where did you get so worried? The word "de" goes straight to the exclusion and oppression suffered by the poet for half his life; I don't know why I'm worried about my white hair and autumn frost on my temples. I feel it personally! Li Bai has the ambition of "bravely competing for his talents and willing to help him" and the ideal of "making the atlas area big and the sea county clear" (see Dai Shoushan's answer to Meng Shaofu's book). Despite his repeated setbacks, his ambition is not fade away. When he wrote this poem, he was already in his fifties, and his ambition was unfulfilled. How could he not be doubly miserable when he was old! Then, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and a solitary chant of "Three thousands of feet with White Hair" occurred, which made the world's future generations know their grief and indignation, and the legendary sentence is a must.