Ma Shi is a set of five-character quatrains written by Li He, a poet in the middle Tang Dynasty, with 23 poems in all. Poetry expresses the genius, lofty aspirations, feelings and resentment of people with lofty ideals by praising, praising or lamenting the fate of horses, and its expression is concrete.
Ma Shiyi: the dragon's spine is attached with money, and the silver hoof is white. But no one weaves a splendid picture, and who will cast a Jin Lu for it.
Ma Shier: The grass roots are sweet in the twelfth month, and the snow in the sky is like salt. I don't know whether my mouth is hard or soft, whether to touch the tribulus or to eat it.
Ma: It suddenly occurred to me that I would drive to Yushan on Monday. Leave the amusement park with Zou, and Hongji can gallop to the horizon.
Ma Shi Si: This horse is extraordinary, and Fang Xing is a star. Tap the fine bone forward, and it will bring its own copper sound.
Ma Shiwu: The desert sand is like snow, and the Yanshan moon is like a hook. Don't be a golden brain, go and step on the clear autumn.
Ma Liu Shi: If you lie down hungry, you will find your teeth, and coarse hair will pierce the flowers. Burn cinnabar color drops, broken saw grows hemp.
Ma Shiwu appreciates:
This poem seems to be about horses. In fact, it expresses feelings through horses, expressing that the poet is not talented enough and is not appreciated by the rulers, but he is eager to display his ambitions and make contributions to the country.
This article writes that a good horse is famous for its vast border, so it can go forward bravely and only know its name. The word "he dang" expresses hope. In the era when Li He lived, there were frequent wars in the buffer regions. The author uses a famous horse as an analogy, saying that although he is born with talent, he also has a place to use, but he still needs to cherish his talent. This is the basic intention of Li Hema's poems.
In his short life, Li He has always cherished the heart of making contributions. To this end, he even preferred to join the army. But this ideal can never be realized, so there is always an air of sadness and indignation in his poems.