To Li Bai:
Author: Du Fu
Original text:
During my two years in Dongtu, the witty things I experienced were the most annoying.
Barbarians are often not satisfied with the smell of fish and vegetables.
Can't I eat a clean meal and make a better-looking face?
I think the most difficult thing is the lack of elixir. In this deep forest, it seems to be swept with a broom, and there is not even a trace of medicine.
You, a famous person in the imperial court, escaped from the Golden Horse Gate and went alone to find the secret.
I'm leaving Dongducheng to visit Song Liang, and I'll definitely visit you then.
Translation:
During my two years in Luoyang, I especially hated those who cheated and cheated.
In the face of rich people, there are delicious food and food, and even coarse rice is not enough.
Isn't there any green rice that can prolong life and make my face better?
There is a lack of elixir medicine here, and it seems that all the medicinal materials in the mountain forest have been swept away by the broom.
Hou Li, you are a sage of the Golden Horse Gate. Now that you have left the court, you are free. You can go to the mountains to explore your victory.
I also have the desire to visit Liang and Song Dynasties, just walking with you, hoping to pick the Yao grass in the fairyland.
Extended data:
For Li Bai, the first eight sentences are a paragraph and the last four sentences are a paragraph. The first paragraph of eight sentences is a self-narrative, expressing boredom with the city and admiration for the mountains and forests. After living in Luoyang for two years, the poet experienced nothing but cunning and cunning. He is extremely disgusted with the luxurious diet of a large family in Zhumen. He would rather eat coarse grains with vegetables than be contaminated with foul smell.
Tired of the secular world, the poet thought of a kind of polished rice that can beautify and prolong life. Saying polished rice is actually implying that the poet has the idea of seeking immortality. However, no medicinal materials were refined into elixir. In order to live forever, dignitaries sent people to light the medicinal materials in the forest, and the forest seemed to be completely cleaned, leaving nothing.
The poet is tired of the ingenuity of the city and envies the feelings of seclusion in the mountains, but because of the greed of the world, he can't even get seclusion and seek immortality. At this point, the poet's aversion to secularism deepened.