Li Shangyin is a rare poet who deliberately pursues hazy aesthetic feeling in the late Tang Dynasty and even the whole Tang Dynasty. He is good at poetry creation, and parallel prose is of high literary value. His works are novel in conception and gorgeous in style, especially some love poems and untitled poems are very touching, beautiful and moving, and widely read.
In the second year of Wenzong (837), Li Shangyin was admitted to Jinshi. In the third year of Kaicheng (838), Li Shangyin was hired as Wang Maoyuan's aide by Wang Maoyuan, our envoy in Jingyuan, shortly after attending the funeral of his teacher Ling Huchu. Wang Maoyuan admired Li Shangyin's talent and married his daughter to him. It was this marriage that dragged it into the political whirlpool of the party struggle between Niu and Li. Li Shangyin's marriage was regarded as a betrayal of his teacher who had just died, and he soon paid the price for it.
In his later years, he was excluded from the struggle between Niu and Li, and his life was bumpy. In the last year of Xuanzong of Tang Dynasty (858), Li Shangyin died of illness in Zhengzhou and was buried in Xingyang, his hometown.
In the light of the predecessors, the poetry of the late Tang Dynasty has fallen behind the previous trend, and the appearance of Li Shangyin has pushed the poetry of the Tang Dynasty to another height, because the style of poetry and prose is similar to that of Duan Hewen of the same period. The poet Bai Juyi once said that it is enough to be Li Shangyin's son after my death.
golden
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
Untitled
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
Untitled
The stars were bright last night, but there was a cool breeze at midnight. Our banquet is on the side of Hualou Temple and the east of the county.
Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same.
Guessing and intrigue, wine warms the heart; This group of people came to the bet of drinking friends, and a win-lose red in candlelight.
Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind.
A short message to a friend in the north on a rainy night.
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi.
When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.
Jia sheng
The propaganda room invited the sages to meet the ministers, and Jia was even more incoherent.
Poor midnight is unprecedented, and Mo Wen people ask ghosts and gods.
Leyou tomb.
In the evening, I was unhappy and drove to Gu.
Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.
Untitled
The curtains were drawn deeply, and I was in Mochow's house. Sleeping alone makes the night even longer.
The Wushan goddess of Chu was originally a dream; Qingxi is the residence of my sister-in-law, and there is no lang here.
I am a weak lingzhi, biased by storms; I'm Lingfang, but I don't have any fragrant leaves.
Although fully aware of lovesickness, there is no good health; I am infatuated with it to the end and fall in love for life.
Yat sen villa
Deep in the city, spring goes and summer comes.
The grass was drowned by the rain and finally got the love of God. The rain was sunny.
Climbing on the high shelf, overlooking the distance, the sky is high and the afterglow of the sunset passes through the window lattice.
Birds' nests have been dried, and their bodies are light again.
Untitled
The wind in the east wind, the rain in the wind, the rain in the wind, the sound of light thunder came from the other side outside the lotus pond.
There is also a locked golden toad incense burner. Cigarettes are elegantly wrapped, like pulleys in a jade pot, and the traction rope is pumped into the well water.
Wang Wei dreamed that she was a beautiful young girl. Wang Wei had a pillow dream and wrote a poem.
Never mind the flowers, even this bright flame of love, is it only ashes?
Chang'e
The mica screen was dyed red by thick candles, and the Milky Way gradually tilted towards the morning star.
Chang 'e, I must regret eating the elixir, and now I am alone, in the blue sky, singing every night.