maybe it's environmental pollution, or maybe the fog in our hearts covers our eyes.
I remember when I was a child, the moon was always in the sky, so bright, as light and elegant as rice paper. When the wind blows, thin like yarn floats into the eyes.
The moonlit night is the most real time in the world. The anxiety during the day takes off the disguise and finally shows people with a real face. I have no intention to pry into the privacy of the night, but only love the depth and silence of the night. A little starlight flickers out past lives's sighs and worries. Thousands of years of Yamashita have left many legends. I have a pious heart, and in this sad night, I listen to the prosperity and loneliness that are far away.
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The first sound I heard was the song Thinking of a Quiet Night.
so bright a gleam on the foot of my bed.
could there have been a frost already?.
lifting myself to look, I found that it was moonlight.
sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home.
I think about my hometown, my life and my fate in the quiet night.
This poem should be a household name in China, even a three-year-old child can recite it by heart. Li Bai, the author of this poem, has already established his position in the world literary world.
In my mind, the three greatest writers are Lu Xun, Su Shi and Li Bai. Lu Xun's greatness lies in his thorough understanding of the world, in his brave and bitter style in the dark, and in his ruthless and meticulous anatomy of China people. Su Shi's greatness is because he makes me feel that only he is the truly optimistic person in this world, and his open-mindedness has created a myth that the literary world will never die; And my love for Li Bai is entirely out of a kindred spirit, and I admire his free and easy, unrestrained and somewhat crazy romance. Looking at the whole history, I find it difficult to have a writer who can display his arrogance and detachment like Li Bai. Reading poetry, if you don't read Li Bai, it's a great pity in life!
So, let me put Mr. Lu Xun and Su Da's literary giant aside for the time being and discuss them later. In this article, Li Bai is the protagonist.
Then go back and have a look at the work that many people may have read when they first studied Tang poetry, Thinking about a Quiet Night.
Needless to say, the influence of this poem can be passed down from generation to generation after thousands of years with such a simple poem. This is Li Bai. "Thinking about a Quiet Night" is probably the most grounded poem in Tang poetry, not only because it is simple and easy to recite, catchy, but also because of its theme, which gives vent to the most common, traditional and tender homesickness of China people. China people are more homesick than any other ethnic group, so there is a saying that leaves return to their roots. This poem throws a cultural proposition, home and wandering, to the world at a lonely time in the moonlight.
Li Bai's hometown is Mianyang, Sichuan, which is a relatively official statement. If we ask a little more questions, then, in 1971, in his book Li Bai and Du Fu, Guo Moruo proposed that Li Bai was "born in Broken Leaf City in Central Asia, which is located in tokmak in present-day Soviet Kazakhstan." It is a little sad to think that the hometown that Li Bai misses day and night may not be China.
according to official records, in the 13th year of Kaiyuan (AD 725), Li Bai left Mianyang, and officially traveled all over the world. This year, he was 25 years old and in his prime.
Shortly after Li Bai left Shu, he met the man who changed his life-Sima Chengzhen, a famous Taoist priest in the Tang Dynasty. Regarding this meeting, according to historical data, Sima Chengzhen praised Li Bai for "having a sage-like style and being able to wander with the gods." It can be guessed that it is because of this evaluation that Li Bai embarked on the Taoist road of seeking immortality and visiting God, which also made his life full of transcendental and natural elegance.
Taoism deeply influences Li Bai. We can see from his poems that that kind of romance is both innate and nurtured.
Li Bai pinned this romance on great rivers and mountains and on his poems. Gradually, he became famous, and even Princess Yuzhen, the sister of Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty, read his poems. Therefore, Li Bai was summoned by Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty and was given a post in the Imperial Academy. At this time, he was 42 years old.
But Li Bai didn't get what he wanted. He had no right to participate in political affairs, but he was just a copywriter secretary around Xuanzong. Therefore, Li Bai was unhappy. Unhappy, dissolute nature is revealed, drinking, drinking as drunk as a fiddler, drinking into a wine fairy.
in this way, that famous folklore came into being. Li Bai was drunk in Chang 'an Restaurant, holding Huanggui thick wine. People came to the palace and invited our poetry fairy back to the palace. A foreign envoy sent a letter to Xuanzong, and no one in the civil and military circles of the Manchu Dynasty knew its meaning. Only Li Bai could translate it. With a full face of reluctance, Li Bai grumbled and followed the squire into the palace. Then, let his dissatisfaction be completely vented by the strength of wine, let Yang Guifei, who is ingratiating with ten thousand people, hold ink for him, and let Gao Lishi, who is favored by Xuanzong, take off his boots for him. It can really be said that "I have been a guest for decades, and I have never lost my color for a day."
However, there is a question here. What kind of letters can make the Manchu civil servants feel helpless and let Li Bai dare to put on airs and be so presumptuous? Let's make a bold guess, maybe it really is a foreign language from Russia.
We don't know whether Li Bai offended Xuanzong because of this incident, but after three years as an official in Chang 'an, Li Bai finally left in a dim mood, although he looked very beautiful on the surface and earned an honor of "giving money back".
Third
Li Bai left and continued his long journey. In the early summer of this year, a great encounter happened in the history of China. Li Bai met Du Fu. In this year, the poet was 33 years old and the poet was 44 years old, which was 18 years older than when he wrote Thinking of a Quiet Night.
Li Bai and Du Fu, the greatest friends in China's poetry circle, separated twice and reunited three times in the following year, showing the joys and sorrows of an era.
since it was a great meeting, let's take a look at the creation of these two writers together.
What am I doing here? High lying dune city.
there are ancient trees on the edge of the city, and the sound of autumn is heard every day.
don't get drunk with Lu wine.
if you miss the gentleman, you will send him to the south.
This poem was written in the autumn of 745. It was the last time that Li Bai and Du Fu parted, and they never met again.
In Li Bai's works, there are only two poems written directly to Du Fu. This is not that Li Bai looks down on Du Fu, but that the innate wandering gene in his personality makes him not so lingering on many things, and the Taoist belief makes Li Bai look detached.
Du Fu, a master who always thinks about other people's sufferings, wrote about 1 poems for Li Bai, so let's choose a masterpiece to read.
to li bai at the sky end
a cold wind blows from the far sky, what are you thinking of, old friend??
the wild geese never answer me? Rivers and lakes are flooded with rain.
a poet should beware of prosperity, yet demons can haunt a wanderer.
I should have said something about ghosts, throw poems to him, where he drowned himself in the Milo River.
When Du Fu wrote this poem, it happened that Li Bai was convicted and exiled to Yelang because of the incident of Yong Wang Li Lin, so he remembered his friends with this poem.
at this time, Li Bai was 5 years old, and all his political ideals were wasted. Inner high spirits, has long been the past attachment, in the hometown that may not belong to China, affectionate watch.
Li Bai's life is unfortunate and unrestrained. Even if his official career is frustrated, he is also Li Bai. He let yesterday's day not stay, and today he sends out boats. He drew his sword, looked around, drew his own thoughts, and said, "I will mount a long wind some day and break the heavy waves, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea."
"Hang Yun Fan to help the sea." What a great ambition and ideal. But the ideal is the ideal after all, just like a flower in the water and a moon in the mirror. I can't touch it, I can't afford it, and it hangs in the sky from a distance, which makes Li Bai feel sad. "The white hair is three thousand feet."
I think Li Bai is probably the person who knows the moon best in ancient and modern times. As a great poet in the world of poetry, it seems that his feelings and freedom can only be released on a moonlit night. Li Bai's freedom is wild and primitive. It is a kind of exuberance and pride of generate from the heart. You can laugh at his madness all you want, but you will never really understand this freedom. That is the voice of millions of frustrated literati, their dance and their beat. It's a reality beyond reality, true and credible. It is also a ceremony of reverence for life. Li Bai's life belongs to the moonlit night, to poetry, and to half the prosperous Tang Dynasty in his mouth.
Four
Too many of us always emphasize the different contrasts between Li Bai and Du Fu. One was in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, while the other experienced more hardships. Therefore, Li Bai is romantic and happy, while Du Fu is the representative of suffering. But I think if Li Bai is so romantic, there will be no Li Bai in the world.
Look at many of Li Bai's poems. The romance and happiness conveyed on the surface are actually used to cover up the unhappiness in my heart. Adversity makes a hero, frustration makes a scholar, and the ruthless political blow makes Li Bai a real poet. His inner hesitation and struggle can only be presented in a romantic way that is almost crazy. We all see his wild and unruly, but we can't hear the pain and sadness in his heart.
Therefore, Li Bai had to talk to the moon and become a "three-person" and "I sang. The moon encouraged me" under the moon. Li Bai released all his emotions here, even "alas, the moon was unable to drink". All he wants is endless freedom and true romance and happiness.
In this way, Li Bai and Moonlight gradually formed a cultural tacit understanding. It is unclear whether Li Bai beautified the moon or the moon made Li Bai.
Li Bai has too many poems describing the moon. As I said earlier, Li Bai's feelings will only sublimate under the moon. This kind of passion and vitality is unprecedented by Li Bai, and no one can surpass it.
In the moonlight, pour a glass of wine, invite a generous attitude, such as the elegance of the Taoist, and write down Li Bai's own life worship with countless poems.
There is an essay on Rong Zhai written by Hong Mai in the Southern Song Dynasty. There is such a record about Li Bai. Li Bai went boating on a moonlit night and got drunk. When he saw a moon in the water, he leaned over to fish and drowned.
Many historians question this statement.
but I prefer to believe that being with the moon may be the best destination for Li Bai.
the moonlit night was originally Li Bai's.