Composition: Dialogue with Tang Dynasty Poets

Dialogue between Li Shen and Tang Dynasty Poets

At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil. Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?

This is your poem. There are only two of your poems, but we will continue to learn from generation to generation.

Are you also a farmer's child? I don't know if you are a farmer's child, but I am. I have experienced the scene you described.

Farmers are always a symbol of suffering. Should farmers suffer? The sky is wide and gloomy. Can you only bear it if you can't beat it?

When I was in my hometown of arachis duranensis, I was thinking about primary school textbooks, just like today's primary school textbooks. Now farmers can meet the aura of bumper harvest and harvest their whole life's grain with sickles. The sun is shining. A smile is something you couldn't see at that time.

I listened to time sucking behind my back again and again. Watching the farmer's blood drip from under his skin into the soil. I clearly watched the farmers' veins stand out and their fullness shrink. Until it is as light as a feather, leaving one last look on the bed.

It's no use writing many poems. One or two poems are enough for people to remember. Li Shen, you are a poet. When you hold the peasants as high as a god, I see that you are an indispensable feather on the wings of the whole Tang Dynasty.

Go to Cui Hao.

It's time to go, and it's time to go. If they leave, there will be nothing. Like those yellow cranes, they are far from rich and delicate, so they will never come back. Whether it is 1000 or 10000, what can be left is only people's imagination.

Where is the township pass? It turns out that people are looking for their hometown. As we all know, the place where you were born will also be your best home.

I have been sitting like this since morning, wandering in poetry, I don't know how many people I can see. How many people can I read? I just let go of my thoughts and quietly think about your thoughts at that time.

I was about to close my eyes when I heard a whistle in the distance, which sounded like a bird's song. It's too bright. I looked up at the sky, how I longed to see a big bird with a long neck and wide wings. I hope it is a bird that people call a crane. But that's just my imagination. Now there are fewer and fewer of them. Occasionally, it can only be seen in their protected areas!

I finally understand why Mr. Wang is standing on the foggy river and worrying.

How far your vision is, how strong your insight is.

To Wei.

No one is born with a lonely heart. All the sky will be sunny and cloudy.

Spring is near, and the moisture can be obviously smelled, but who can be like you, even a grass growing by the water is full of love? You can hear orioles chirping in the trees deep in the forest. What a delicate heart this requires! Wei Suzhou, what a poetic name it is!

The night is getting more and more urgent, there is no one on the ferry, and the boat is alone on the water. It's an empty feeling! Beauty is described in this way, but to describe such a beautiful person, in addition to a careful heart, but also an open mind.

I wonder who else can bring you oppression and sadness. There is no road to the distance that you can't take. There is no one on the road you can't get married with. There is no friend you can't trust. Although that era was far less complicated than it is now, it is not easy to have a complete heart.

Yes, because you are Wei Suzhou, you are a poetic person, and your heart will always be more beautiful than sad.

The sky is far away, and the heart is better than the flesh. As long as people are willing to go back, they will certainly see many more spacious roads.

To Liu Changqing.

There is Four Treasures of the Study in the study, but is it necessary to hold all the treasures in your arms when you take the study alone? You must use a pen, and ink is indispensable. It is even more impossible to give up paper, even more impossible to give up inkstone, and even more impossible. You can't do anything without it. For literati, it is like your arms or limbs. Without them, you have no wings to fly. What's the use of being an official? Now that we have Four Treasures of the Study, what else do we need to do?

In addition to guarding each other, officials are bullying each other. What's the point of being an official? Besides, you have been in prison, and you should know what it's like to be in prison! Where is life unhappy? Why are all the ancients always proud of entering the official career? Is it really for the sake of being a magistrate for a year, or for the sake of one person's enlightenment?

Mr. Suizhou, when you write a poem, you always remember one of them, "Can I follow your footsteps in the autumn grass? It's looking sideways in the cold forest." I thought you saw through the world of mortals, but you didn't know that it was the last meaning of life to see Nanshan leisurely under the hedge of chrysanthemum picking.

As the sun sets, the bell is getting late, and a crow croakes and flies away from the sky. The castle peak is getting farther and farther away, so don't hold it tightly. Nothing can be held forever!

To Meng Haoran

Singing in the countryside is your greatest wish in my life!

I saw my old friend packed all the things in the country, and then wrote to me saying that this season is a good day. Come on.

Trees around the village are green. The mountain is green and stands not far away. It's all beautiful. Let's talk quickly!

People who can chat together don't necessarily need too many. The place doesn't have to be big. It's a pleasure to chat together. Why do you ask so much? A little more wine will be more beautiful. There is no need to prepare any dishes, just two kinds of farm snacks. You can even wear chrysanthemums. As long as you have a loving heart, this wild flower. It will also be your most beautiful harvest!

Mr. Meng, I know the greatest advantage of your life. I just haven't been an official like many poets in the Tang Dynasty, but it's okay. If all the poets in the Tang Dynasty were officials, what's the point? Someone must be different, otherwise, I will be disappointed. I never put poetry writing and career on the same plate. Wine is wine and tea is tea. If you drink wine and tea together, what taste can you drink!

Meng Haoran, you have filled the world with imagination. You let me see the hope of peace.

To Zhang Jiuling.

When I saw that you were the right prime minister, I suddenly had an idea. Please retire to your hometown!

Why can't people always see the present situation clearly? Like why are modern people always insatiable? How tired! If you really do something for the people, so much the better, otherwise, there will always be a black ink in history. Although you are not the bigger the official, the darker the heart, but you still don't know how to advance and retreat! Like many people, the bigger the official, the more confused he is.

Qujianggong, Qujianggong, I know you didn't realize you were just a lone bird flying from the sea until later. But the world had changed by then. In a different day, treacherous court official is either in power or Lian Po is old!

Life is just like this, what is there to envy?

To Wang Changling.

People who defend the border are bitter, and the sand and sea breeze ring. The periphery of the city is full of cold murderous look.

You are not the first person to hear frontier fortress bow, nor the first person to write frontier fortress poems, but you are the first poet to write frontier fortress poems in my memory. I remember the song "Out of the Fortress" you wrote in the middle school textbook: "The moon was closed in Qin Dynasty, and the people of the Long March in Han Dynasty did not return: only Longcheng will fly, and Huma will not teach crossing the shadow mountain." How many times have I read this poem so far? I don't remember it clearly, but I clearly feel that every time I read it, I will feel different.

People guarding the border are suffering! Think about your life that you are not proud of. What does it matter? So what if you are frustrated! You wrote a lot of frontier poems, you wrote those people, and those people also wrote you in their hearts. Being remembered is a happy thing!

I know I like your poems. Just like those high-spirited and intense poems, they can't be forgotten. Therefore, I also like your personality. A person who dares to sing his favorite songs is also worthy of learning or praise.

If there is no more war in this world, what if you don't write frontier poems?

This world! If only we had lost all the filth!

Go to Chen Ziang.

Shehong, Sichuan, I know that place. I know it comes from a winery called Tuopai, a poet friend of the winery. Of course, she is not as famous as Mr Apollo. So I can only write down her name in my mind instead of mentioning it often in front of my friends.

I have been lazy all my life, only loyal to literature, but I can't reach a peak because of congenital deficiency and acquired deficiency. I dare not sing loudly like my husband: "where are those lost times in front of me?" Behind me, where are the future generations? . I think of heaven and earth, with no limit and no end. I was alone and my tears fell. "

It's not that I don't want to carry a heavy load. I am not afraid that old age will freeze on my face in an instant. It's just that the world is changing so fast now that I often feel tired even if I do nothing. I always feel very cold around and I am weak.

Today's world. Action is very free, and everyone can live in their own way.

But Mr Apollo. I know that we have not only passed your shadow, but also gone further and further.

Give it to Bai Juyi

When I passed Luoyang in 2000, I wanted to see the tomb of the lay man in Xiangshan, but I missed it because of fate. To this day, I cannot forgive myself.

Xunyang River is in Jiangxi. I didn't have a chance to see it when I passed by Jiangxi, but I believe it is a beautiful river. Because Xunyang is a beautiful name.

In my impression, the guests can't be the kind who often come and go. Only the guests who are greeted or sent are the most affectionate.

Pipa is not played by hand, just like all music is spoken by heart. People who play pipa can't come out casually, otherwise they will lose their feelings. Even if he holds the pipa for a long time, he will cover half his face. Pipa can't be played in one shot. First, you should play the strings three or two times and brew your feelings. Only in this way can we really hold people's heartstrings!

You can't say what's in your heart with your mouth, but what's in your heart is the expression and the sound of the piano. It is better to twist gently than to perform skillfully.

I can't help but say that I admire Mr. Lotte. Your description of pipa performance will never be available to me. Like "big strings hum like rain, small strings whisper like secrets;" Humming, whispering-and then mixed with each other, just like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade "is still borrowed by many people." And "Guan Yingying's words slipped at the bottom of the flower, and we heard a stream sobbing bitterly along the beach: the ice string was cold and astringent, as if it could not pass; And notes, fade away. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice. The silver bottle burst into the water first. Jump out of the conflict and attack between armored horses and weapons. Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk; The east boat is quiet, and the west boat is quiet. Only seeing the moon in the center of the river makes me feel ashamed and sigh! Better not, as long as I can complete my mission in this life!

Pipa began to cry, but it was only Sima's blue that was wet!

Bai Juyi, in fact, it is not an easy thing to pretend to be! I have never been an official, and I don't want to be an official. If a person can't be a good official, he shouldn't be an official, he can't seek happiness for the people, and his soul can't get peace after death.