The historical environment of the Tang Dynasty created the transcendent Li Bai. He inserted the wings of dreams and flew in the free sky. He is a Dapeng whose wings are like clouds hanging in the sky, and he disdains to be a follower of Confucianism. He is a stork with "two clear nights and six purlin clouds hanging down", looking up at the universe with his head held high and maximizing his vision. He is a cloud and must fly to the zenith to detect the vastness of the sky; He is water, and he must rush to Barnet Heitfeld to set off wild waves at sea. The detachment of poetic style made him write Cen Can's magnificent frontier poem, "The moon is high in the sky, the smoke waves are vast, and a thousand miles of wind blows the battlements of Yumenguan". Perhaps only the immortals who have been demoted to the world have such detachment.
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Li Bai is a hero. Only he can lift the torch of poetry and illuminate the splendid civilization of the Tang Dynasty. Li Bai is a poet, and only the country of poetry can create Li Bai's extraordinary to irrigate the boundless land of poetry. "Wine enters luxury intestines, seven is divided into moonlight, the other three is divided into firm but gentle, and the embroidered mouth is half full of Tang Dynasty." This is Li Bai, standing on the top of the giant peak, looking into the distance; Li Bai, who is advancing on the huge waves; Li Bai, who is detached and refined; The Li Bai I approached, I think, was even more Li Bai created in the Tang Dynasty, a "hero" in the current situation and a "hero" in poetry.
Sing while drinking-enjoy life to the fullest.
Travel around the world and sing wine. With a wave of his hand, great rivers and mountains floated on the paper. Let's follow his poems, walk with our eyes and visit China with our hearts. He wrote the Lushan Waterfall, "Flying down three thousands of feet, suspecting that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days"; The Tianmen Mountain in his works is "the green hills on both sides of the strait are opposite, and the sails come from the sun alone". But occasionally, he is unrestrained, and he has a lot of gentleness. "From a pot of wine among the flowers, I drank it alone. No one is with me. Until I raised my cup, I asked the bright moon to bring me my shadow and let the three of us. " Scenes blend, and there is wine and moonlight in the poem. There is no mention of homesickness, but every word hides the thoughts in my heart. It's really hard, but not for long. Li Bai or Li Bai.