The introduction at the Heron Hotel is as follows:
It's a poem by Wang Zhihuan, a poet in the Tang Dynasty (about Zhu Bin). The first two sentences of this poem are about natural scenery, but when you start writing, you will shrink Wan Li at your fingertips, so that you can have Wan Li at your fingertips. The last two sentences are freehand brushwork, surprisingly written, and philosophy is seamlessly integrated with scenery and situation.
The poet's mind, under the shock of nature, has realized a simple and profound philosophy, which can urge people to abandon the superficial knowledge of complacency, climb high and look far, and constantly open up new and better realms.
The creation background of heron cabin is as follows:
This poem is one of the last six quatrains of Wang Zhihuan, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. On the other hand, the author Wang Zhihuan worked in Hengshui, Jizhou in his early years, and now he belongs to Hebei County. Soon he was dismissed for being framed, and Wang Zhihuan, who was less than 30 years old, lived a life of visiting relatives and friends. When writing this poem, Wang Zhihuan was only thirty-five years old.
However, according to the epitaph of Wang Zhihuan and his wife, Wang Zhihuan was born in 688, and later "made up Hengshui's main book in Jizhou". He was still in Hengshui's main book when he married his wife Li in 722 in the tenth year of Kaiyuan.
Moreover, his term of office lasted until the 14th year of Kaiyuan (726), after which he was dismissed from office and wandered around. At this point, Wang Zhihuan has nearly forty years. After 15 years' wandering abroad, he was appointed as the captain of Wen 'an County in the first year of Tianbao (742), and soon died at the age of 55.
The thanks of Heron Hostel are as follows:
The extraordinary ambition of the poet in this poem reflects the enterprising spirit of the people in the prosperous Tang Dynasty.
Write what you see in the first two sentences. "Mountains cover the day" is about mountains, and "All rivers run into the sea" is about water. The poet watched a sunset sink to the endless rolling mountains in front of the building, and Ran Ran disappeared at the end of his vision; I watched the Yellow River roaring south in front of the building.