Among historical celebrities, Bai Juyi is my favorite poet. Apart from his unforgettable poems, I admire his rigorous attitude and tenacious character. With outstanding talent, he refuted the historical reality that "Chang 'an people are not easy".
"The endless grass on the plain comes and goes with each season; The fire can't burn, and they are tall again in the spring breeze ... ". This temple was written by Bai Juyi, a famous person in our hometown. Although Bai Juyi wrote good poems, he went through hardships on his way to fame.
When he went to Beijing at the age of 28, he gave his first poem, Water Plants and Yinyin, to the famous writer Gu Kuang. As soon as Gu Kuang heard the name "Bai Juyi", he said to him, "Now, it's hard to stay in Beijing." But when he saw this poem written by Bai Juyi, he was shocked and said, "You can definitely stay in Beijing."
Every time Bai Juyi writes a poem, he has to revise it repeatedly, and then show it to some illiterate women. If they didn't understand it, Bai Juyi took it back and revised it, and read it to them until they understood it.
Bai Juyi was one of the poets who wrote the most poems in the Tang Dynasty. I like his Charcoal Man best. He described the characters in great detail, combining the misery of selling charcoal Weng with the oppression of eunuchs in one article, which made people feel immersive.
"Flowers are not flowers, and fog is not fog. It came in the middle of the night and left at dawn. This is like a spring dream and a cloud. " I admire Bai Juyi very much. Not only because of his literary talent, but also because of his diligence, I am worth learning.
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Li Bai is a madman. Only Li Bai's wildness can lift the torch of poetry and illuminate the splendid civilization of the prosperous 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. Only in the Tang Dynasty did the times create "heroes". The air is filled with the fragrance of poetry, and the land is cultivated by the era of freedom. Shaped a detached Li Bai; Created a wild Li Bai, attracting me closer to Li Bai.
The Tang Dynasty was the Mount Everest in China's poetic circles, and Li Bai was the rock on the peak, majestic and unshakable. The Tang Dynasty was the Yangtze River and the Yellow River in China's poetry circles, while Li Bai was a surging tide, which was ferocious and unstoppable. Without the solid stone of the giant peak foundation pad, it is impossible to have its own greatness; Without the strong current set off by huge waves, it is impossible to have its own fierceness. Therefore, we know that a "hero" who has lost the backing of the times cannot have his own greatness.
The historical environment of the Tang Dynasty created the transcendent Li Bai. "I used to ride a horse, but now I ride ten thousand." Self-righteous descendants of Lao Rong came, riding a gust of wind on six horses in Zhaoling, prospering Laozi and Zhuangzi Taoism, which stood at the top of the world for nine days, and prospering Buddhism in Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties. There is no ideological resentment in the past, and there is no restriction on past speech. Therefore, Li Bai also 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. So he "waved his sword to serve the country and left his relatives to travel far away" and treated all the sorrows in life with a detached attitude. The detachment of life enabled him to bear the joy of ordinary people and the emperor's summons and the sadness of ruthless exile. The detachment of poetic style enabled him to write Cen Can's magnificent frontier poem "The bright moon hangs high in the sky, the smoke waves are vast, and a thousand miles of wind blows the battlements of Yumenguan", which enabled him to write Wang Wei's quiet and beautiful landscape poem "I don't worry about wine, but my skirts are full of flowers." Birds are still scarce when you are drunk. "So that he can write Meng Haoran's pastoral poem" Kneeling into the carved rice, the bright moon is in the sky ". "Drifting is very embarrassing, and Sanxie can't eat." It also enabled him to write a unique and unparalleled "Into the Wine" and so on. Yan Yu, a poetry critic in the Song Dynasty, said that when others write poems, they all write them sentence by sentence with a pen, but Li Bai just needs to spit out his heart. I think this is the transcendental Li Bai created by the times I saw!
The political environment in the Tang Dynasty created Li Bai, who was wild and uninhibited. At that time, Li Bai sang, "Laugh at the sky and go out. Are we human?" Strut into the palace. But after all, he is a poet who lives in a dream completely. Once the dream wakes up, all that remains is disappointment. He doesn't understand that only poets yield to politicians, and no politicians yield to poets; He didn't understand that what the political circles in the Tang Dynasty needed was by no means an idealistic poet, let alone an arrogant poet. So, he shouted, "Your Majesty loves Emei, but he has no choice but to kill people in his palace with envy." He shouted, "An Neng, let the eyebrows bend down, no one will suffer, give me an honest face!" " The wings of dreams are mercilessly hurt again and again, and the thorns of reality spread inch by inch. Are you tired? You stopped all your dreams. But political frustration makes your poetry world proud; Endless hesitation has made you unlimited freedom. You know, "Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he likes, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty!" " ; You got it. "One day, I will ride the long wind, break through the stormy waves, sail straight and build a bridge on the deep sea." You run, from the thorns of reality to the boundless grassland; You are wild, from a world that is not blocked by the human mind to a perfect personality that cannot be humble at all. You are wild, and the Yangtze River in your eyes is "I climbed to the top. Looking at the whole world, Huang Yun has been blown by the wind for hundreds of miles, and the snow peak has been turned white by the vortex of nine streams. In your eyes, the Yellow River is "how does the water of the Yellow River get out of heaven and into the ocean, and it will never return". The Shu road is not necessarily so steep, but it is too dangerous. Such a trip is more difficult than going to heaven. Tianmu Mountain, which is not too high, is also "a straight line to the sky, with its peak reaching into the sky and five holy peaks on top, casting a shadow across China." Wild mind, wild Li Bai, I think this is the wild Li Bai created by the times I saw!
"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.
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Lu Xun is his pen name. His real name is Zhou Shuren, Cai Yu.
He wanted to study medicine when he grew up because his father was ill, in order to help people like his father. When he grew up, he realized this wish and went to Japan to study, but he never forgot his motherland. He found that even if they could be strengthened, their thoughts were still decadent and cold, so Lu Xun wanted to wake them up with his pen.
This is also one of the things I admire about Lu Xun. He will never forget his motherland, but he has given up the ideal he set up since he was a child.
I don't know whether the students have heard the story of Lu Xun.
One night, Lu Xun met a rickshaw puller. It was late autumn, and the rickshaw puller wore only a thin dress and no shoes.
Lu Xun saw the rickshaw driver sitting on the ground, groaning in pain, and ran up to ask with concern. It turned out that because he had no shoes to wear, he accidentally plunged a piece of glass into his foot, bleeding profusely.
Seeing this, Lu Xun hurried home to get the medicine box, took out the glass for the rickshaw puller, applied medicine to the wound, tied a bandage, gave the rickshaw puller some money and bought some clothes and shoes. The coachman was very grateful.
This is also the second point that I admire Lu Xun. He can care about people who have nothing to do with him. He personally thanked the rickshaw puller and gave him money back. This spirit is also worth learning.
Lu Xun, he is an example for us to learn!
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Heart-fragrant three petals
Walking barefoot by the water, the tide of history washes away the traces left by the years. Pick up a fallen flower, where there is a beautiful world.
A song, the hero's back
When she lifted the heavy sword to her neck, when she disappeared in the waves rolling eastward, when the blood painted the clouds long, the hero cried and the black sheep mourned. He wants to accomplish the great cause of the Millennium, and he wants to engrave the word "Xiang Yu" in the imperial history books. However, the heroic spirit that once drew the sword for Ding suddenly turned into helplessness.
A Chu song reminds him of every battle, every celebration and every high spirit in his life. His world darkened in the drizzle.
It turns out that a song can interpret a kind of fate.
Fly freely like an eagle
Autumn is coming, and Wang is writing a poem. He is a king, a melancholy king-interpreting the freedom he wants with clever words, and dyeing the maple leaves in autumn with sad words-the height of his soul, the eagle is flying. It was not until he put his noble head on the track that he really found the freedom of "facing the sea and blooming in spring". He completed his lifelong pursuit with a vigorous death.
Genius poets dare not face the cruel reality. He wants to be as free as an eagle and sublimate his soul to the height of the sky.
Perhaps, the eagle in the sky has spread its wings and already carried all the ideals of a poet.
The lost sunflower
A genius, a madman, a fallen star, a shining gold. He is a painter, an avid artist and an incomprehensible psychopath. He dipped in smoke pigment and painted the color of life on the gray canvas; He outlined sunflowers swaying in the wind with fiery yellow; He pointed the gun at his mouth and answered the unreasonable question of the world with loud gunshots-who is he?
He brought too many surprises and confusions to the world, but escaped from the crowd in the messy language and contemptuous eyes of the world, and found the starlight of thought in a sunflower on the hillside.
Can a flower contain the meaning of life?
The swift river wet my feet, and a breeze blew off the fallen flowers in my hand, appearing and disappearing in the waves. ...
Please give me and my soul a pure space to look at all ordinary things in the world; Please give me and my life a butterfly-like flight, and find infinity in the finite; Please let me impress a fisherman with my song and pick up God's mantra with my net: a flower, a world and a bodhi leaf.