Poetry expressing disgust at officialdom

Wang Wei's poem about hating officialdom 1. The official-hating words in ancient landscape poems

The fifth drinking poem * Tao Yuanming built a house in a humanistic environment, with no chariots and horses.

What can you do? The heart is far from being self-centered. Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.

The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back. This makes sense. I forgot to say it if I wanted to defend myself.

Tao Yuanming, one of Yuan Tian Ju's five songs, has no rhyme and loves autumn mountains. I sneaked into the official career network and have been away from the game for more than ten years.

Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past. I want to open up wasteland in Minamino and keep my humility to the fields.

The house is surrounded by about ten acres of land, thatched cottages. Willow trees cover the eaves, and peach trees cover Li Lieman in front of the hospital.

The neighboring village of the neighboring village is faintly visible, and there is smoke in the village. Dogs bark in deep alleys, and mulberry trees crow.

There is no dust and debris in the yard, and the quiet room is comfortable and leisurely. Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today.

Zhang replied to Wang Wei: "Time and tide wait for no man, only to avoid all kinds of troubles." . I think that there is no brilliant strategy to serve the country, only to retire to the mountains and forests.

Wide wind, the wind in the shade, the moon shining on the right to play the piano. To know the truth about the poor, please listen to the fishing songs in the deep water.

Wang Ye * Wang Jidong looked at dusk, what is the desire to migrate? Trees are all autumn colors, and mountains are only sparkling. The shepherd brought the calf back, hunted horses and brought birds back.

Care for no acquaintances, Long song pregnant with Cai Wei. Now the mountain is cold and blue. From my cabin in Wangchuan to the news of Pei Di, the autumn water is gurgling.

At the door of my thatched cottage, leaning on my cane, I listened to the cicadas singing in the evening breeze. Sunset lingers at the ferry, and the smoke from supper rises from the house.

Summer value meets Yu Zui, and the five willows sing wild poems? . Let's talk about Vice Governor Zhang: "As time goes by, only give me peace and nothing will disturb me." .

I think that there is no brilliant strategy to serve the country, only to retire to the mountains and forests. Wide wind, the wind in the shade, the moon shining on the right to play the piano.

It makes sense to ask the poor. Listen, there are fishermen singing on the lake! . The clear river, through the bushes, flows to Songshan Mountain, like my chariot driving slowly.

I became a traveling companion and went home with the birds at dusk. An abandoned city wall is above an old ferry, and the autumn sunset drowns the peaks.

In a distant place, next to Songshan Mountain, I will close my door and get peace. Zhong Nanshan, with its huge height near the city of heaven, connects a thousand mountains to a corner of the sea.

The white clouds merged behind, and the blue mist melted into the mountains and disappeared. The central mountain peaks separate the southwest, and the valleys are different.

Want to find a house to live in the mountains, is it convenient for the water guide to ask the woodcutter? Ji Xiang Temple, not knowing the way to the Temple of Heaped Fragrance Road, misty mountains and clouds.

Through the ancient forest without human footprints, but now I hear bells on high? The spring water in the mountains hits the dangerous rocks, and the sun in the pine forest is cold. In the evening, come to the empty pool and meditate quietly to suppress the dragon.

Overlooking the Hanshui River, three branches south to Chu, and nine branches flow to Jingmen. The river crosses heaven and earth, where the colors of the mountains are yes and no.

Human habitation seems to float on the ripples in the distant sky. These beautiful days in Xiangyang have fascinated my old mountain! .

Qingxi I have driven the Huanghua River, carrying a green stream. Ten thousand laps around the mountain in less than thirty miles.

The rapids buzzed on the piled rocks, but the light dimmed among the dense pine trees. The surface of an entrance swayed with nut horns, and weeds grew along the river bank.

In my heart, I have always been as pure as this clear water. Oh, stay on a wide flat rock and cast the fishing line forever! .

And a poem by Imperial Secretary Hui, Tao Li Kai, Liu Xufei. The bells in the palace are sparse, and there are very few officials in the government offices. Luo Province only hears the unknown.

When he entered the golden palace in the morning, he staggered and held the emperor's natural pond to bid farewell to the palace gate at night. I want to drag with you, but I am old, I will be ill in bed, and I will wear official clothes.

New Sunny Wild (One Night) See the New Sunny Yuan Ye Open. Extremely clean.

The national gate is near the ferry. The village tree is connected with the stream mouth.

After Bifeng came out of the mountain, Baishui surrounded Tian Ming.

There are no idle people on the farm. Pour out family affection.

The Book of Songs in July is called "the oldest four-season pastoral poem in China" by Qian Zhongshu, which "describes the hard work and hard life of farmers. However, this poem did not play an exemplary role; The pastoral poems of later generations, such as Jiang Yan's Miscellaneous Poems, are all examples of Tao Qian. "

(Notes on Selected Poems of Song Dynasty) The fire is full in July, and clothes are delivered in September. The first day I was fat, the next day I was fierce.

No clothes, no brown, why did you die? On the third and fourth day, I stood on tiptoe. With my daughter-in-law, I'm glad to see you in the south! Fire is full in July, and clothes are delivered in September.

In spring, the sun shines and Amin is in the sky. The woman followed behind with a basket, begging for soft mulberry? Spring came and Qi Qi was adopted.

The woman was so sad that she almost took her son home. Fire is full in July and reeds are full in August.

Silkworm, moon, mulberry, take axe fork, cut far and wide, as the mother mulberry. Singing in July, achievement in August.

I'm Zhu Kongyang. I'm a son. Beautiful in April, singing in May.

Harvest in August and fall in October. A day to raccoon, fox, for the child.

The next day, they were still the same, carrying martial arts. Privately, publicly available [7].

In May, geese move, and in June, pheasants vibrate. July in the wild, August in the spare time, September in the house, October cricket, got into my bed.

The dome suffocated the mice and stuffed them into the door. Hey, my wife, she said she wanted to change her age and entered this room.

In June, the food is bitter, and in July, the sunflower and glutinous rice are cooked. Peel dates in August and get rice in October.

To this end, spring wine, with the help of eyebrows. Eat melons in July, break pots in August, and eat our farmers in September.

Nursery will be built in September and crops will be harvested in October. The millet is heavy, and the grass is shelled.

Well, I am a farmer. Because I have the same crops, I went to work in the palace. The day is in the grass and the night is in the rope.

I was so anxious to hitch a ride in the house that I began to broadcast Baigu. The next day, I cut the ice and rushed, and on the third day, Lingyin was satisfied.

On the fourth day, its flea sacrificed the lamb to the leek. First frost in September, washing the floor in October.

Friends drink and say they killed the lamb. When you are in court, you can call him a man with great courage and infinite longevity! Note: The Wind is a poem in the area of Lu, consisting of seven articles.

Gong Liu, the ancestor of Zhou Dynasty, moved to the place where he developed. He is located in Xunyi County, Shaanxi Province today. There are many old customs of Zhou people in this area "Its people have the heritage of their ancestors. They are good at farming and doing their work. Therefore, it is said that farming and mulberry have food and clothing, and they are prepared. "

(History of Han Geography) The poetic style is broad, joyful but not festive (Note of the twenty-ninth year of "xianggong" in Zuo Zhuan): At dusk in July, Mars sets in the west: the wind is cold and strong. Li Lie: It's very cold today. The next day: 1 1 month, 1 February 3, the fourth day:1month, February: renovating farm tools.

Tiptoe: Tiptoe farming: Give people food at night: Yin Jun, the housekeeper in charge of farming: Cang Geng: Huang Li Yi Basket: Mulberry-picking Deep Basket: Female, slave girl. Almost: fear reed: a growing reed.

Xun: Sound guns, axes and holes with handles. Square fish: sound bureau, shrike. Achievements: spinning Jean Makoun Yang: Very vivid: grass name, that is, Polygala.

Cicadas fall: the leaves of vegetation fall. Similarity between pronunciation and saliva: aggregation.

Go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on. Yan: the sound is exhausted, but: the name of the tree.

Yan: Plum is a broken jar: picking gourd. Uncle: Clean up the green hemp.

Yinju Tea: silver soil, a bitter vegetable. First sound, Ailanthus altissima: sound track, late planting early-maturing grains: sound pottery, rope hidden: ice room: sound four public, wine reward: July describes the production, labor and life of farmers all year round, reflecting rich productive labor content and strong solar terms customs.

Poems are mainly in chronological order, described by month, classified, vertically opened and closed, and each section has an empty space and a picture. From the beginning of farming to the end of harvesting and wine offering, there were many women delivering meals, girls picking mulberry, farmers in the fields, knights hunting and nobles in public office.

2. Ancient poems about rural scenery hate official vocabulary.

The fifth drinking poem * Tao Yuanming built a house in a humanistic environment, with no chariots and horses.

What can you do? The heart is far from being self-centered. Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.

The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back. This makes sense. I forgot to say it if I wanted to defend myself.

Tao Yuanming, one of Yuan Tian Ju's five songs, has no rhyme and loves autumn mountains. I sneaked into the official career network and have been away from the game for more than ten years.

Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past. I want to open up wasteland in Minamino and keep my humility to the fields.

The house is surrounded by about ten acres of land, thatched cottages. Willow trees cover the eaves, and peach trees cover Li Lieman in front of the hospital.

The neighboring village of the neighboring village is faintly visible, and there is smoke in the village. Dogs bark in deep alleys, and mulberry trees crow.

There is no dust and debris in the yard, and the quiet room is comfortable and leisurely. Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today.

Zhang replied to Wang Wei: "Time and tide wait for no man, only to avoid all kinds of troubles." . I think that there is no brilliant strategy to serve the country, only to retire to the mountains and forests.

Wide wind, the wind in the shade, the moon shining on the right to play the piano. To know the truth about the poor, please listen to the fishing songs in the deep water.

Wang Ye * Wang Jidong looked at dusk, what is the desire to migrate? Trees are all autumn colors, and mountains are only sparkling. The shepherd brought the calf back, hunted horses and brought birds back.

Care for no acquaintances, Long song pregnant with Cai Wei. Now the mountain is cold and blue. From my cabin in Wangchuan to the news of Pei Di, the autumn water is gurgling.

At the door of my thatched cottage, leaning on my cane, I listened to the cicadas singing in the evening breeze. Sunset lingers at the ferry, and the smoke from supper rises from the house.

Summer value meets Yu Zui, and the five willows sing wild poems? . Let's talk about Vice Governor Zhang: "As time goes by, only give me peace and nothing will disturb me." .

I think that there is no brilliant strategy to serve the country, only to retire to the mountains and forests. Wide wind, the wind in the shade, the moon shining on the right to play the piano.

It makes sense to ask the poor. Listen, there are fishermen singing on the lake! . The clear river, through the bushes, flows to Songshan Mountain, like my chariot driving slowly.

I became a traveling companion and went home with the birds at dusk. An abandoned city wall is above an old ferry, and the autumn sunset drowns the peaks.

In a distant place, next to Songshan Mountain, I will close my door and get peace. Zhong Nanshan, with its huge height near the city of heaven, connects a thousand mountains to a corner of the sea.

The white clouds merged behind, and the blue mist melted into the mountains and disappeared. The central mountain peaks separate the southwest, and the valleys are different.

Want to find a house to live in the mountains, is it convenient for the water guide to ask the woodcutter? Ji Xiang Temple, not knowing the way to the Temple of Heaped Fragrance Road, misty mountains and clouds.

Through the ancient forest without human footprints, but now I hear bells on high? The spring water in the mountains hits the dangerous rocks, and the sun in the pine forest is cold. In the evening, come to the empty pool and meditate quietly to suppress the dragon.

Overlooking the Hanshui River, three branches south to Chu, and nine branches flow to Jingmen. The river crosses heaven and earth, where the colors of the mountains are yes and no.

Human habitation seems to float on the ripples in the distant sky. These beautiful days in Xiangyang have fascinated my old mountain! .

Qingxi I have driven the Huanghua River, carrying a green stream. Ten thousand laps around the mountain in less than thirty miles.

The rapids buzzed on the piled rocks, but the light dimmed among the dense pine trees. The surface of an entrance swayed with nut horns, and weeds grew along the river bank.

In my heart, I have always been as pure as this clear water. Oh, stay on a wide flat rock and cast the fishing line forever! .

And a poem by Imperial Secretary Hui, Tao Li Kai, Liu Xufei. The bells in the palace are sparse, and there are very few officials in the government offices. Luo Province only hears the unknown.

When he entered the golden palace in the morning, he staggered and held the emperor's natural pond to bid farewell to the palace gate at night. I want to drag with you, but I am old, I will be ill in bed, and I will wear official clothes.

New Sunny Wild (One Night) See the New Sunny Yuan Ye Open. Extremely clean.

The national gate is near the ferry. The village tree is connected with the stream mouth.

After Bifeng came out of the mountain, Baishui surrounded Tian Ming.

There are no idle people on the farm. Pour out family affection.

The Book of Songs in July is called "the oldest four-season pastoral poem in China" by Qian Zhongshu, which "describes the hard work and hard life of farmers. However, this poem did not play an exemplary role; The pastoral poems of later generations, such as Jiang Yan's Miscellaneous Poems, are all examples of Tao Qian. "

(Notes on Selected Poems of Song Dynasty) The fire is full in July, and clothes are delivered in September. The first day I was fat, the next day I was fierce.

No clothes, no brown, why did you die? On the third and fourth day, I stood on tiptoe. With my daughter-in-law, I'm glad to see you in the south! Fire is full in July, and clothes are delivered in September.

In spring, the sun shines and Amin is in the sky. The woman followed behind with a basket, begging for soft mulberry? Spring came and Qi Qi was adopted.

The woman was so sad that she almost took her son home. Fire is full in July and reeds are full in August.

Silkworm, moon, mulberry, take axe fork, cut far and wide, as the mother mulberry. Singing in July, achievement in August.

I'm Zhu Kongyang. I'm a son. Beautiful in April, singing in May.

Harvest in August and fall in October. A day to raccoon, fox, for the child.

The next day, they were still the same, carrying martial arts. Privately, publicly available [7].

In May, geese move, and in June, pheasants vibrate. July in the wild, August in the spare time, September in the house, October cricket, got into my bed.

The dome suffocated the mice and stuffed them into the door. Hey, my wife, she said she wanted to change her age and entered this room.

In June, the food is bitter, and in July, the sunflower and glutinous rice are cooked. Peel dates in August and get rice in October.

To this end, spring wine, with the help of eyebrows. Eat melons in July, break pots in August, and eat our farmers in September.

Nursery will be built in September and crops will be harvested in October. The millet is heavy, and the grass is shelled.

Well, I am a farmer. Because I have the same crops, I went to work in the palace. The day is in the grass and the night is in the rope.

I was so anxious to hitch a ride in the house that I began to broadcast Baigu. The next day, I cut the ice and rushed, and on the third day, Lingyin was satisfied.

On the fourth day, its flea sacrificed the lamb to the leek. First frost in September, washing the floor in October.

Friends drink and say they killed the lamb. When you are in court, you can call him a man with great courage and infinite longevity! Note: The Wind is a poem in the area of Lu, consisting of seven articles.

Gong Liu, the ancestor of Zhou Dynasty, moved to the place where he developed. He is located in Xunyi County, Shaanxi Province today. There are many old customs of Zhou people in this area "Its people have the heritage of their ancestors. They are good at farming and doing their work. Therefore, it is said that farming and mulberry have food and clothing, and they are prepared. "

(History of Han Geography) The poetic style is broad, joyful but not festive (Note of the twenty-ninth year of "xianggong" in Zuo Zhuan): At dusk in July, Mars sets in the west: the wind is cold and strong. Li Lie: It's very cold today. The next day: 1 1 month, 1 February 3, the fourth day:1month, February: renovating farm tools.

Tiptoe: Tiptoe farming: Give people food at night: Yin Jun, the housekeeper in charge of farming: Cang Geng: Huang Li Yi Basket: Mulberry-picking Deep Basket: Female, slave girl. Almost: fear reed: a growing reed.

Xun: Sound guns, axes and holes with handles. Square fish: sound bureau, shrike. Achievements: spinning Jean Makoun Yang: Very vivid: grass name, that is, Polygala.

Diamond: sound, cicada falls: vegetation leaves. Similarity between pronunciation and saliva: aggregation.

Go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on. Yan: the sound is exhausted, but: the name of the tree.

Yan: Plum is a broken jar: picking gourd. Uncle: Clean up the green hemp.

Yinju Tea: silver soil, a bitter vegetable. First sound, Ailanthus altissima: sound track, late planting early-maturing grains: sound pottery, rope hidden: ice room: sound four public, wine reward: July describes the production, labor and life of farmers all year round, reflecting rich productive labor content and strong solar terms customs.

Poems are mainly in chronological order, described by month, classified, vertically opened and closed, and each section has an empty space and a picture. From the beginning of farming to the end of harvesting and wine offering, women delivering meals, girls picking mulberry, farmers in the fields, hunting knights, nobles and public officials.

3. Ancient poetry that pursues freedom and hates officialdom.

I know a song, which is Tao Yuanming's Return to the Pastoral Residence:

Few people do as the Romans do. Their nature is to love nature.

I sneaked into the official career network and have been away from the game for more than ten years.

Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past.

I want to open up wasteland in Minamino and keep my humility to the fields.

There are more than ten acres of square houses and eight or nine straw houses.

Willow trees cover the eaves, and peach trees cover Li Lieman in front of the hospital.

A warm and distant village, the smog in the Yi market.

Several dogs barked in the alley, and the mulberry tree was barked by a rooster.

The house is clean and miscellaneous, and the virtual room is idle.

Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today.

Tao Yuanming's another poem in middle school textbooks also has similar emotional expression, "Drinking" (5):

Building a house is human, and there are no horses and chariots.

What can you do? The heart is far from being self-centered.

Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.

The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back.

That makes sense. I forgot what I wanted to say.

Please refer to it yourself ~ ~ ~

4. Are there any poems that express the helplessness of officialdom?

Li Baijun will never see how the water of the Yellow River flows from heaven into the ocean, and it will never return.

Have you seen the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is still silky black in the morning, it turns into snow at night? Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! .

Since God has given talents, let them be used! As for the money, although it is scattered, it will get together again. Cook a sheep, kill a cow, sharpen your appetite, and let me, 300 bowls, take a big drink! .

Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng: I'm going to drink, but I won't give up drinking. Let me sing you a song! Please listen to me.

What are bells and drums, delicacies and treasures? I hope I will never wake up. Ancient sober people and sages were forgotten, and only great drinkers can be immortalized.

Chen bought a barrel of wine with 10 thousand gold coins at a banquet in the temple, and everyone laughed and said one-liners Why do you say, my master, your money is gone? , to buy wine, we drink together! .

Five flower horses, Hsi Chin, give them to the boy in exchange for good wine. Whatever you want, sell eternal sorrow. Don't you see that the surging Yellow River water seems to fall from the sky? It rolled eastward and ran to the East China Sea, never to return.

Didn't you see, looking in the mirror in the high hall, sighing deeply at the white hair? My hair is still full in the morning, but it becomes like snow at night. Therefore, when you are proud of your life, you should enjoy yourself and never let the golden cup be empty to the bright moon.

Now that God has made me a pillar, I will definitely be useful. Even if I run out of 2000 gold, I will get it back. Let's enjoy cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle. When we meet today, we really have to drink 300.

Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, drink quickly and don't stop. I'll sing you a song. Please listen to me carefully. It is not precious to enjoy the luxurious life of rich food in the sound of bells and drums. I hope I will never get drunk or wake up.

Since ancient times, those sages have felt lonely, and only those who send love and wine can leave a good reputation. In the past, Chen Wang Cao Zhi gave a big banquet in heirakuji, and although a barrel of wine was worth 1000 yuan, he drank it casually.

Master, why do you say there is not much money? Go and buy wine, and we'll drink enough together. Bring in the precious five-legged horse, take out the expensive golden retriever and replace it with wine. Let's * * * together to melt this endless eternal sadness! Appreciating poetry and prose is a great pleasure in life, and it coincides with the shortage of talents, so I express my feelings about wine and poetry incisively and vividly.

The poet's emotion and literary thought are unstoppable at this moment; Like a river flowing into the sea. Time goes by, like a river entering the sea, which is gone forever; Life is too short to see the blue silk and snow in the morning and evening; The smallness of life seems to be an irreparable tragedy, and the only thing that can solve the worries is golden wine.

This is Li Bai's sadness: sad but strong, sad but not hurt, extremely indignant and extremely bold. The table is lamenting that life is easy to get old, and the table is lamenting that talents are not met.

The disillusionment of the ideal is caused by the dark society, and the poet is powerless to change it, so he turns the rising anger into a bold act of enjoyment, vents his dissatisfaction, dispels his worries and resists reality. The whole article is full of ups and downs, and poetry suddenly unfolds, from sadness to joy, to madness, to anger, and then to madness. In the end, it boils down to "eternal hatred". In response to the beginning of the article, like the running of a river, it can carry a tripod.

The whole poem is full of five tones, with uneven sentence patterns and extraordinary weather. This article is as ingenious as a ghost axe, enough to shake the earth and make the gods cry. It is the pinnacle of the poet Li Bai.

Li Bai's wine poems can express his personality very well. After this kind of poetry was published in Chang 'an, it was certainly more profound in ideological content and more mature in artistic expression. Into the Wine is his masterpiece.

"Jiang" was originally the tune of the piccolo cymbal song of Han Yuefu, and the song was called "Song of Drinking", so the old saying "Jiang, take the white" goes. The author's famous poem "Fill it in to express one's feelings" (a small supplement to the classification of Li Taibai's poems) was written in the eleventh year of Tianbao (752). At that time, he and his good friend Cen Can lived in Angelababy, another good friend of Songshan, and the three of them tasted the climbing banquet ("Appreciate Cen Can, find out, treat Yuan Danqiu with poetry": "Don't be thousands of miles away, treat wine with poetry."

In the middle of Yuan Dynasty, Dan Qiu and Deng Ling gave a banquet in Bixiao. Thinking of me, I suddenly thought of wine, whistling and screaming. "

)。 The best thing in life is to make friends at cocktail parties, and the author is in the moment of "accepting talents from all over the world without meeting each other" (small), so he is full of inappropriate wine and poems and has incisive expressions.

At the beginning of the poem are two parallel long sentences, such as rushing to the reader with the wind and rain. "Didn't you see how the water of the Yellow River moved out of heaven and into the ocean, never to return?" Angelababy is not far from the Yellow River, so it's interesting to climb the mountain.

The Yellow River has a long history and a great gap, such as falling from the sky, spilling thousands of miles and entering the sea eastward. Such a magnificent wave scene can be seen extremely badly without the naked eye. The author wants to fall from the sky and "get the word and get it", which is exaggerated.

The last sentence says that the coming of the big river is unstoppable; The next sentence says that the river is gone and irreversible. One rises and one disappears, forming a breath, which is not available in short sentences (such as "The Yellow River falls into the sky and returns to the East China Sea").

Then, "you didn't see the lovely hair in the bright mirror of the high room, although it was silky black in the morning and turned into snow at night" is like a turbulent wave. If the first two sentences exaggerate the space category, they exaggerate the time category.

Sigh that life is too short, not to hurt the boss bluntly, but to say "how cute the mirror lock on the shelf is", a gesture of grasping the head and watching the film and calling for help, just like painting. Describing the whole process of life from youth to aging as an "early" and "late" event is a kind of reverse exaggeration to say that the original is shorter and stronger than the previous two sentences.

Therefore, the first set of parallel long sentences is metaphorical-the river is gone forever, indicating that life is perishable, and it also has a comparative effect-while the great eternity of the Yellow River shows the smallness and fragility of life. This beginning can be said to be extremely sad, but it is not delicate. It can be said that it is a giant sadness with thrilling artistic power, and it is also caused by the sense of momentum at the beginning of long sentences.

This opening technique is often used by the author. He was like, "If you abandon me, you can't stay tomorrow; Today it hurts my heart even more "("A farewell letter to Xie Tiao Tower in Xuancheng "), Shen Deqian said:" This body is too white and self-centered ",which shows that it is quite original. This poem is a call for "not seeing you" (generally Yuefu poems are only used occasionally at the beginning or end of the article), which greatly enhances the emotional color of the poem.

Poetry has the so-called big opening and closing, which can be described as big opening and closing. "The husband of heaven and earth, the inverse of everything; Time flies, one hundred generations fly "(Preface to the Spring Banquet in Taoliyuan). Although sadness is inevitable, pessimism is not close to Li Bai's nature.

In his view, as long as "life is proud", there is no regret and you should indulge in joy. Five, six, two