Don du fu
There used to be fanatics, nicknamed immortal. Put pen to paper shocks the wind and rain, and poetry becomes tears.
Since then, fame has never spread. The talent of literature is extraordinary, and it will spread unparalleled.
The dragon boat moves late, and the beast gets a new robe. Come to the deep temple during the day, and Qingyun will follow suit.
Begging for the best, making promises and meeting my relatives. I have not lost my ambition to live in seclusion, and I feel humiliated.
The play is about cherishing the wild and drinking childish. Drunk dancing in Liangyuan Night, singing in Surabaya Spring.
You have no neighbors only if you are proud and don't show your heart. Chu Shi and Mi Heng are handsome, and Yuan Xian's students are poor.
When the rice is not full, the tears of barley will hurt you. Wuling Yan steamed the land, and the three dangers exiled the minister.
A few years ago, I was killed by an ostrich, and I cried to Kirin alone. Su Wu returned to Han first, and it doesn't matter if Huang Gong went to Qin.
Chu Yan gave a speech that day, and Liang Prison wrote a letter. The existing laws have been used. Who will explain this?
Autumn moon sings old songs, and I am sick at dusk. Don't blame Bourne, use it and care about it.
2. Praise Li Bai's poems. Others praised thousands of ancient poems. The bones of great writers are your brushes, and you are proud of yourself in Paradise College. Li Bai, a lay violet, a fairy, and a black dragon on the river every month can make Lux take off his boots and hold the inkstone. Fairy talents are more beautiful than others, so they don't want to join the army and be elegant and fresh in my life. In this case, Mr. Drinking is the only one who divides poetry and wine into moonlight, and the other three points become both rigid and soft, and the embroidery is half full of Tang Dynasty.
-Yu Guangzhong's "Remembering Li Bai" has no raw wine from Li See. Crazy is really sad. The world wants to kill, and I only have sympathy. -Du Fu's "No See" and "Li Bai's Fighting Poems", buried in Chang 'an Restaurant.
The son of heaven didn't get on the boat, claiming that I was Brewmaster. -Du Fu's Song of Drinking Eight Immortals Li Bais Tomb Tang and Five Dynasties? Bai Juyi dug Li Bai's grave by the river and surrounded the fields with infinite grass and clouds.
Sadly, the bones in the depths of the cave once wrote earth-shattering poems. As long as he is a poet, most of his fate is not good, and the poet is poor and frustrated, nothing is better than Li Jun.
After reading Li Baiji, he exhausted his heart and made great efforts. Ghosts are afraid of Poseidon, but dragons dare not be the master of pearls.
There is nothing in the world, so you can drink and wander to the nursery. There are more than 1000 articles about Jin Keng, which are widely circulated.
You should know that being a husband isn't what children say. Bright eyes, like a tiger, or tied, romantic.
-Li Weihao Bai boasts that he is less than seven feet tall, but he is full of masculinity at heart-Li Bai is tolerant of heaven, looks like a Tao, refuses to accept himself, refuses to accept things-Li Bai.
3. Praise Li Bai's poem Li Bai
My hair is newly repaired. I am picking flowers and paying by my door.
When you, my love, ride a bamboo horse, run in circles and throw your childhood.
We live together in an alley in Qiantang, both young and happy.
When I was fourteen, I became your wife, and I was too shy to laugh.
I bowed my head and went to the dark corner, unwilling to pay attention to your thousands of calls.
But when I was fifteen, I frowned and smiled and said, May it become dust and ashes.
Even to the death, I will wait for you in my post and never be discouraged in the silent watchtower?
When I was sixteen years old, you embarked on a long journey, crossing the Qingtang Canyon full of rocks and swirling water.
Then in the fifth month, I couldn't help it anymore. The ape shouted in the sky.
Every old footprint in front of the door is hidden under green moss.
Hiding under the moss is too deep to sweep away, and the first autumn wind adds leaves.
Yellow butterflies in August, hovering in the grass of our West Garden in pairs.
Because of all this, my heart is broken, and I am worried that my bright cheeks will fade.
Oh, finally, when you come back through three Pa areas, send me a message home in advance! .
I'll pick you up, and I won't mind the distance, all the way to Sha Changfeng.