Why do Gan Long's poems become jokes? What is the gap between Bai Juyi and other great poets?

Gan Long's poetry is not a matter of words, but a sense of schizophrenia brought by his divided identity, which makes it impossible to find * * *.

How do you say this? If a poem is to be recognized by others, you have to make people feel the same. But Qianlong's poems just lack such feelings. Write the life of ordinary people, he is the emperor, and the old farmer imagines the golden hoe of the emperor's old son; In fact, Lord Qianlong is not much taller. He is better than that stupid emperor who doesn't eat minced meat, but only a little better. The peasants in his works are experiencing life with a flower feather. They are poetic and gentle peasants with a little pain in life.

Like this:

I didn't like picking tea the day before yesterday, so I gave it to the official manager.

I like picking tea today. Wu Min lives a hard and natural life.

Yun Qi took the road near the postscript mountain, which was not prepared by officials.

There's nothing to avoid when picking tea. Men and women are really hard.

The tender pods and new buds are carefully selected, and Grain Rain is busy;

Before the rain, it was expensive, but after the rain, it was difficult for people to see Chen Ming.

The origin is expensive and sincere, but it is not expensive, so it is good for all ages to go;

We don't have enough clothes and food, and the Longzu Egg Cake is really tasteless.

I went to investigate the day before yesterday, and I was unhappy because it was arranged by officials to fool me; Today, I didn't listen to those guys. I visited privately and found that the farmers in Wudi (Suzhou area) are actually good. What a pleasant life it is for men to plow and women to weave. Coarse cloth and rotten millet are not enough to eat, and farmers are very hard. I'm bored to eat (Dragon Tuanfeng Cake).

Between the lines, the farmer's uncle and nun in the East Palace baked cakes, and the nun in the West Palace rolled green onions. They are so high up that they can't talk.

He tried to understand human suffering, but could he do it? He learned about people's lives and was "led by officials and managers". Bureaucrats at all levels have arranged this matter properly. What he saw was, of course, ample food and clothing, and a prosperous population. How could anyone be poor and have no food?

The poem also mentioned that he didn't trust those officials either, so he would go out for a private visit. The problem is that even if there are hundreds of officials' eyes around, there is not one. The lords said, "Your Majesty is here, so shut up and don't talk nonsense when you meet strangers." Do you think it makes sense? A foreigner with a Beijing accent, in Wudi, everyone with a mouth and a little IQ knows what you may be. Can I tell you the truth?

In this way, folk poems about his sufferings must be fabricated, which are too far away from the lives of ordinary people and will not cause * * *. How can anyone read such a poem?

Why are TV dramas being criticized now? Nothing more than not talking about people. For example, Yang Tianbao is down and out in the north, living in a luxurious house with empty pockets and eating an expensive takeaway package; Miss Lu Han, a delivery girl, lives in a single-family villa in Shanghai. These poor TV dramas were scolded because they were not grounded. The poems written by the little brother Qianlong are also ungrounded, and it is polite not to scold.

A poem that truly records people's sufferings should be like this:

Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, accompanied by pot pulp, went with the battlefield, and Ding Zhuang was in Nangang.

It is full of rustic heat, burning the back and burning the sun, not knowing the heat, cherishing the long summer.

There was a poor woman with her son by her side, an ear in her right hand and a basket hanging from her left arm.

Listening to his words of concern is very sad. My family's taxes are gone, so I can take this to satisfy my hunger.

This belongs to Bai Juyi. Poor woman, holding her son to pick up the abandoned ears of rice; All the food at home was taken away by the government, so I had to hold my son in one hand and pick up some ears of rice in the other to "satisfy my hunger". Every day when I am busy, I am busy until noon, and I am sunburned to death and sweaty. Excuse me, can emperor Qianlong see these?

Therefore, his agricultural poems are actually scratching his boots and moaning. How can anyone like a broken poem that moans without illness?

It's not bad to choose words and make sentences His Chinese culture is very high, but he is too far away from life.

He can't write realistic poems well, as we have already said.

What about romantic poetry? Overloading cases every day and so on. How can he have the knowledge that Li Bai and Su Shi have traveled all over the world? Without knowledge, how can you write such a beautiful sentence as "the mountain is flat and primitive, and the river winds in the wilderness"

Since every day, I have been opening my mouth and reaching for food. How can there be a "hut broken by the autumn wind"?

Perhaps, let him be taken away and locked up for three or five years, and his poems will break through the bottleneck, just like Li Houzhu's, and the level will be improved by countless levels.