This poem seems to be a landscape painting from the perspective of mountain climbing. In fact, Li Bai used scenery to express his feelings and describe his spiritual world. The poet's spiritual world is full of "loneliness" and "independence", full of loneliness that Danes can't reach.
The high birds in Jingting Mountain described by the poet try their best to reach them, just because the spiritual world of people is too lonely for anyone to sing with. Even the white clouds in the sky just float in the distance, never approaching, as if this spiritual paradise has never been deserted.
The last two sentences, "I can never get tired of seeing it, only Jingting Mountain", mean that I am lonely when I look at myself in real life and in the spiritual world. Be your partner, be your neighbor, and prove each other with reality and spirit. So lonely.
When I suddenly remembered, the first thing that came to mind was a sentence in Li Qingzhao's song, "Never meet happiness, but melt gold in the sunset": it is better to listen to people laughing under the curtain.
The whole word is: the sunset melts gold, and the twilight clouds meet the wall. Where are people? Dye willow smoke, blow plum flute and complain, how much spring you know. Lantern Festival, the weather is harmonious, there is no second wind and rain. Come and meet each other, enjoy the BMW and thank the wine friends for their poems.
Zhongzhou is in its prime, and the boudoir is full of leisure. Remember points three to five. Pave the green crown, twist the golden snow willow, cluster and fight for Chu. Now I am haggard, windy and frosty, and I dare not go out at night. It's better to listen to people laughing under the curtain.
It's about the Lantern Festival. A friend invited Li Qingzhao to go out to play, but she refused. Why doesn't she pursue pleasure like others? Because she has a vivid past in her heart. How happy she was when she was in Bianjing. Nowadays, things are different, only festivals are still prosperous, but happiness belongs to others. In addition to the wind and fog, there is a haggard heart, and she has nothing. She is afraid to go out at night, so she might as well listen to the laughter outside under this curtain.
The loneliness of this poem spreads from layer to layer, and it is deep enough to bring people into it completely. Every time I read it, I will think of the Lantern Festival in the Song Dynasty, and how lonely and chilling Li Qingzhao spent the night.
Huang Zhong, a poet in the Qing Dynasty, also wrote a lonely poem, not the most famous one: "This star seems to be different from last night, and the wind and dew stand in the middle of the night." Although he asked who it was, it was obvious that there was someone in his heart. Although he stood there in the middle of the night without sleeping, he actually invited someone in his heart to wait for the windy night with him.
What makes people feel lonely is another poem of his: "Nine out of ten people are contemptible, but none is a scholar". These two poems are easy to understand, but they are interesting together. A scholar, nine out of ten people can't see him, so he thinks he is the best? Not exactly. He felt even more useless. He denies everything, satirizes others, and laughs at himself hard enough, but he can also imagine his indifference.
There is a saying in Nalanxingdeli, which is similar to this sentence: "Sleep, sleep, wake up tasteless." Although it is enviable to sleep before sleeping, the word "waking up tasteless" really transcends love. I can only fall asleep again, which is the ultimate.
I copied it myself, which is very artistic!
I don't think loneliness should be mentioned
This is the most helpless loneliness!
Your rank is really high, son.
There are many poems expressing loneliness. Fishing alone in the breeze is here to share with you:
First, if life is just like the first time, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan?
Second, the whole world knows each other, and no one knows anyone.
Third, when the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
Fourth, the blue light wall at the beginning of sleep, the window is not warm.
5. Who reads the west wind alone? Gambling books were so fragrant that it was just unusual at that time.
6. I am a melancholy guest in the world, and I remember my life in the sound of heartbroken.
Seven, fallen petal independence, micro swift Qi Fei.
Eight, the soft leaves of foreign trees, the cold light of lanterns, lonely at night.
Nine, a sound of autumn leaves, a little banana and a little sorrow, dreaming of the night.
Ten, Wan Li stratus, Qian Shan sunset snow, only shadow to whom?
No one stood with me at dusk, and no one asked me if the porridge could be warm.
Twelve or ten years of life and death are inconceivable and unforgettable, and there is nowhere to be sad.
Thirteen, crossing the mountain, who is sorry for the lost person. Meet by chance, full of foreign guests.
Fourteen, speechless alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook. Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn.
15. I drink a pot of wine from the flowers alone. No one is with me.
Sixteen, there is a shadow in front of the lamp tonight, and the letter on the pillow is empty. No one and * * * cold spring.
Seventeen, want to pay heptachord. There are few bosom friends, and no one listens to the broken string.
18 years old, but I haven't heard from my relatives and friends. I am old and sick, and I am alone with my boat.
Nineteen, being a stranger alone in a foreign land is not as good as one person.
Twenty, the sky is short, the ends of the earth, intimate friends are scattered, and a pot of turbid wine is full of joy. Say goodbye to Meng Han tonight.
No one stood with me at dusk, and no one asked me if the porridge was hot.
No one turns off the lights with me, and no one will spend the rest of my life.
There is no one to accompany me at night, and no one to share wine with me.
No one wiped away my tears, and no one dreamed of me and the past.
No one watched the stars with me, and no one knew that my tea was cold.
No one listens to my heart, and no one solves my dream.
No one made me cry, and no one was worried that I would go alone.
Looking back at the bleak place, no one is waiting in the dim light.
Sunset and I stood at dusk, and grandma asked me if the porridge was hot.
I turned off the light with moths, and I spent half my life reading with ink and inkstone.
The lonely moon is with me at night, and the past drinks with me.
Spring breeze wiped away the tears of my lovesickness, and my sleep fell in love with me.
The breeze accompanied me to see the stars, but I knew my tea was cold.
Guiyan listened to my confession, and the fragrance made her dream come true.
Plain clothes held me in tears, and the bamboo stick accompanied me alone.
Looking back at the desolate place, the man was in the dim light.
"Great Sage, what are you doing here?" "step on the south sky and break the sky!" "If you never come back ..." "If you never come back!" When I was a child, Journey to the West felt that everyone was very happy at the end. Now it seems that there are more useless Buddhas and fewer free demons in the world.
Just one person, one person is also quite good.