You must recite an ancient poem, a note left for an absent episode.

Original: a note for the absent ecluse.

Author: Jia Dao

When I asked your students under a pine tree, "my teacher," he replied, "went to pick herbs."

However, through these clouds, how can I know which corner of the mountain it is facing? .

Under the pine tree, I asked the hermit's apprentice, and he said that the master had gone to collect medicine. It's in this mountain, but the forest is deep and dense, and I don't know where he is.

Precautions:

(1) Search: Search. Hermit: a hermit, a person who lives in seclusion in the mountains. In ancient times, there was a man who refused to be an official and lived in seclusion between Shan Ye. Generally refers to smart people. Nothing: nothing, nothing.

Boy: No adults, children. What does this mean? Hermit? Disciples and students.

(3) say: answer.

(4) Cloud depth: refers to the clouds on the mountain. Location: whereabouts, where.

Author's life: becoming a monk in his early years

John young, Jia Dao's hometown, was once An Lushan's lair. After the Anshi Rebellion was put down, it was occupied by the buffer region for a long time and was in a semi-isolated state. Jia Dao was born in a humble family. So his early behavior rate can't be tested. Legend has it that he tried several times before he was 30, and all failed. Frustrated and forced to make a living, he had to become a monk in Buddhism and take a dharma name instead of publishing a book. His poor family and lonely life of meditation have cultivated his withdrawn, indifferent and introverted personality. He likes to be alone and curious, and he is lighter than wealth, and his feelings are vivid in his face, which is quite rare in the world. But he still loves to recite poems and is often carried away by the idea of good sentences. Although I sit and sleep, I will never stop singing. ? Therefore, Jia Dao is regarded as a typical poet in the Tang Dynasty.

Study the origin carefully

One day, Jia Dao visited a friend named Li Ning in the suburb of Chang 'an. He searched along the mountain road for a long time before he touched Li Ning's home. At this time, the night is quiet and the moonlight is bright. His knock on the door woke up the birds in the tree. Unfortunately, Li Ning was not at home that day, and Jia Dao left a poem:

Li Ning's Seclusion

Living leisurely here, few neighbors come, and the overgrown path leads to the wilderness.

Birds are freely perched in the trees by the pool, and monks are knocking at the door.

Walking across this bridge, you can see the charming scenery of Ye Yuan, and the feet of clouds seem to be moving on the floating rocks.

I will leave here for a while, but I will come back and retire with my friends on the appointed date.

The next day, Jia Dao rode a donkey back to Chang 'an. On the way, he remembered the poem he improvised last night. what do you think? Birds inhabit the trees by the pool, and monks push the moon down the door? Are you online? Push? This word is not appropriate enough. Maybe use it instead? Knock? Jia Dao rode on a donkey, sang songs, knocked on the door and pushed the door, and unconsciously entered Chang 'an. People in the street are amused to see him like this. At this time, Han Yu, who was an official in Beijing, came face to face with the honor guard. Pedestrians and vehicles gave way, and Jia Dao rode a donkey with lively gesticulations and broke into the guard of honor. Send someone to take him to see Han Yu.

Han Yu asked Jia Dao why he trespassed. Jia Dao read the poems he wrote to Han Yu, and one of them was noncommittal? Push? Good, or use? Knock? All right. Han Yu listened and thought with great interest. After a while, he said to Jia Dao. I think it is still useful. Knock? Ok, in case the door is closed, how can I push it open? Besides, it is polite to knock on other people's doors at night! There's another one. Knock? A word made this night quieter and more glorious. There was movement in the silence, but Jia Dao nodded lively. Not only did he not get punished this time, but he also made friends with Han Yu.

Since then, deliberation has become a popular word, which means that when making an essay, writing a poem or doing something, you have to ponder and consider it repeatedly to get the best result.

Do you want to improve it?

Is Jia Dao abrupt with Liu Qichu? Are you a scholar? In what year did you become a scholar? I can't pass the exam either, but it's true that my career is bumpy. Jia Dao took many exams in Sun Shan, but all failed. Once he fails? Yin disease cicada sentence, with a thorn or? Not only did it drop, but it was also detained? Give it to the heinous? Hat. What saddens him even more is that his good friend Meng Jiao died of a sudden illness in the 9th year of Yuanhe (8 14). In the fourth year of Changqing (824), Han Yu died of illness again. At this time, Jia Dao was still an ordinary white man. It was not until Jia Dao was old that Jia Dao became the main book of Changjiang County. In the fifth year (840), Jia Dao passed the exam for three years and moved to Zhou Pu (now Anyue County, Sichuan Province) to join the army. In the third year of Huichang (843), Jia Dao died on July 28th (August 27th).

Jia Dao's contribution to the post of the main book of the Yangtze River is not recorded in the history books. Su Jiang, a poet in Tang Dynasty, praised Jia Dao in Jia Sicang's Epitaph. Three years in office, can't let go? . It seems that Jia Dao's hobby of reading and reciting poems has not changed since he became an official.

Write poetry assiduously

Jia Dao is famous for writing poems diligently. This is also reflected in his own poems. For example, his poem "For Nobody"? Walking alone at the bottom of the pool, counting the edges of trees? Mark yourself at the bottom of the sentence: Two sentences in three years, one song and two tears. If I don't appreciate these two poems, I have to go back to my hometown where I used to live and sleep soundly in the rustling autumn wind. Two sentences for three years? Naturally, it is exaggerated, but it is true that he often takes pains to recite poems.