The allusion of "steaming fish and smelling daggers": Xuanzang became a monk and went to Tianzhu (India) to learn Buddhist scriptures, which was one of the most famous Zhuang tours at all times and in all countries; Even the poet Du Fu once prepared a boat in Suzhou and almost swam eastward to Japan. "Steaming fish and smelling daggers" is just Du Fu's narration during his journey.
Zhuang you's poems
In the past 14 or 15 years, I have traveled in the field of calligraphy. Sven Cui Wei is like a believer and treats me like Bunyan.
At the age of seven, I thought I was strong. I sang Phoenix. Nine-year-old books have big characters, and some of them have been made into schoolbags.
The sex industry is addicted to alcohol, disgusting and upright. If you are young, you will make old friends.
See octupole when drinking, vulgar things are boundless. East of Gusutai, there is already a floating shipping line.
Today, if you hold a grudge, you can't extricate yourself. Wang Xiefeng is far away, and the autumn tomb in He Lv is barren.
Jianchi is full of stone walls, and Changzhou is fragrant. To the north of the rugged gate, the Qing Palace is reflected in the pond.
Every time I go to Wu Taibo, I cry. I remember Gou Jian at my pillow and miss Qin Huang in Zhejiang.
Steamed fish smells like daggers, except Yi Dao. The world in Yue Nv is white, and Jinghu Lake in May is cool.
You can't forget the beauty of the stream. Return to sail and blow your eyes, and pay tribute to your hometown in middle age.
Anger bent Lei Jia, and his eyes could not see the walls of Cao Liu. I was admitted to work and resigned from Jingyintang alone.
The dissolute Zhao Qi and Qiu Ma are quite crazy. Haruka Congtai, beside the winter hunting castle peak.
Summon eagles and soap into the forest and chase wild animals, clouds and snow-capped mountains. Shoot away, lead the arm down.
Su Houxi got into the saddle and suddenly carried Ge Qiang on his back. 1989, I returned to Xianyang.
A promise will be a word, and you will be rewarded by a good king. Drag it to the ground and play in the light.
The son of heaven abandoned grain and called a group of guilds. Lovelorn, drink and hide.
Sable couldn't help being embarrassed and called out a scorpion. Duqu is old in the evening, and there are many poplars in the suburbs.
Sitting next to my deeply respected branch secretary, I feel very busy every day. When Zhumen was taken away, the red family was devastated.
The national horse exhausted the beans, and the official chicken lost the rice beam. Have it both ways, a lesson from the past, cherishes the rise and fall.
Dust rises from the river, and Minshan is lucky. Wan Li is far away.
The murderous look is black and the flag is yellow. After the death of his son, Zhuolu kissed Rong.
Cui Hua hugs Yue Ying, a tiger and a wolf. One of the minions missed, and Hu Bing got worse.
The army was covered with grass and withered. I was worried and angry when the staff stole the supplement.
Nine temples in Shangyi burned, and all the temples in Xiayi suffered from sores. During Fu Qingpu's reign, the imperial court fought to defend the beds.
You dare to love death, and you are angry and lucky. The sage is benevolent, and the jade is virtuous and well-off.
In the ashes of the weeping temple, the nose is sour. Small officials say that old patients are different.
When you are depressed and bitter, your feathers are trapped and lowered. The autumn wind is sad, and Bi Hui gives a little fragrance.
Pushing the exemption and rewarding the defense, the fisherman swims in the blue waves. Glory is the enemy's meritorious service, and years are harsh.
Only when I look at Ziyi, I am unusual. The group is fierce, handsome and auspicious.
The Creative Background of Zhuang You's Poetry
This poem was written in the first year of Dali (766), and Du Fu fell ill in Kuizhou. This is an autobiographical narrative poem. Since I studied poetry as a child, I have described my wandering in Qi, Zhao and Luoyang, and lost my place in Chang 'an for ten years. After the Anshi Rebellion, I lived in Bashu. It, together with Past Travel and Farewell, are important materials for understanding the poet's history.
Brief introduction of the author
Du Fu (7 12-770), with beautiful words, is called "Du Gongbu" and "Du Shaoling" in the world. Born in Fugong County, Henan Province (now gongyi city, Henan Province), he was a great realistic poet in the Tang Dynasty. Du Fu is regarded as a "poet saint" by the world, and his poems are called "the history of poetry". Du Fu and Li Bai are called "Du Li" together. In order to distinguish them from the other two poets Li Shangyin and Du Mu, that is, "Little Du Li", Du Fu and Li Bai are also called "Big Du Li". He is concerned about the country and the people and has a noble personality. About 65,438+0,400 of his poems have been preserved, and his poetic skills are exquisite, and he is highly respected in Chinese classical poetry and has far-reaching influence. He lived in Chengdu from 759 to 766 and was commemorated by Du Fu's Caotang.