Li Bai: Mood determines the properties of a ship

In 759, the 59-year-old Li Bai fell victim to the struggle for the emperor and was written by Changliu Yelang, during which he wrote many poems, and what touched me deeply was that these two poems were deeply touched.

The first song: from the Badong boat through the Qutang Gorge to climb the highest peak of Wushan Mountain and the wall

The river travels thousands of miles, and the sea and moon are fifteen circles.

It starts through the Qutang Gorge and then steps to the top of Wushan Mountain.

Wushan is not endless, and the country of Pakistan has experienced everything.

The sun is climbing on the side of the lotus, and the sun is leaning on the dome stone.

Flying steps over the top, the pole eye is smokeless.

But he lost his mind and looked up at the blue sky.

If the blue sky can be killed, the silver man will go to Anzai?

Look at the clouds and know the sky, remember the water to distinguish the sea.

Travel around lonely and late, and experience a lot of ghosts.

The snow shines in the empty valley, and the sad wind whistles Senko.

The way home is eager, and the fun has not stopped.

Jiang Han cried ape early, and Song Yu had vomited the moon.

Moonlight Ho Yo Yo Yo! The ape chirped.

Ci Shan couldn't bear to listen, and waved the plan to return to the lonely boat.

On the way to the stream, it did not affect Li Bai's interest in climbing the mountain. However, after all, this is not a free and happy moment of sightseeing and overflowing with pride and ambition, so the bitter and wandering mood is inevitably revealed between the lines.

In this poem, what touched me the most was the last sentence.

The cold at this moment is more of a desolate and cold inside Li Bai, the twilight is shrouded, the moonlight is cool, and the cries of the apes are becoming more and more miserable. Hurry down the mountain, listen to a few more ape cries, I'm afraid I can't help but cry.

At the age of 59, the spirit of youth is long gone, the energy and physical fitness of young people are long gone, and the climbing water is inseparable from the support of bamboo sticks. Even if you try to make a "wave of the square" action, it is inevitable to sigh with more than enough and not enough.

Li Bai knew that for him, loneliness was the end.

He couldn't bear to listen, he was still alone, and all that awaited him was the small boat that carried him to the penal colony, a man, full of loneliness and anger, facing the lonely boat, and in this situation, the chills were everywhere.

323 years after Li Bai wrote this poem, in almost the same situation and mood, a person also wrote a poem:

Don't listen to the sound of leaves beating through the forest, why not groan and walk slowly.

Bamboo cane mango shoes light victory over horses, who is afraid?

A cloud of smoke and rain is a life of peace.

The steep spring wind blows wine awake, slightly cold, but the mountain head obliquely illuminates each other.

Looking back at the place where it has always been, returning, there is no wind or rain or sunshine.

Yes, the person who wrote the poem was named Su Shi, and he was demoted to Huangzhou because of the Wutai poetry case. He wrote the background of the poem as follows:

On March 7, it rained on Sand Lake Road. The rain gear went first, the peers were all embarrassed, Yu Du was unaware, and it was already sunny, so he made this word.

In Su Shi's poem, he also wrote about the "bamboo stick", the bamboo stick is lighter than the horse, what a kind of heart and courage!

Who hasn't had a few sudden rains in their lives? How to deal with this rain, simply and clearly reflects a person's attitude and courage in the face of life, hiding, nowhere to hide, greeting, is a smoke and rain to let the ordinary life of the view and freedom.

I am not taking this to prove that Li Bai is not up to the point of view and not free, but I am only intended to show that anyone has a heavy, lonely, anxious, and even decadent moment in the storms of life.

The same is true of Li Bai.

Shortly after this poem, Li Bai wrote another poem, which was sung for eternity.

This is the second song I want to sigh: early white emperor city

Between the clouds of the White Emperor, a thousand miles of Jiangling returned in one day.

The apes on both sides of the strait could not stop crying, and the light boat had already passed through the Ten Thousand Heavy Mountains.

At this moment, it was early spring and March, and suddenly I heard the news of the amnesty of the imperial court, and I was just within the scope of pardon, how could I not be happy or excited?

In a good mood, the sky is full of clouds, the ape cry that I can't bear to listen to before has been like smelling the heavens, and the previous lonely boat has long been transformed into a light boat... The heart is light, everything is light.

At this moment, the "lightness" of Li Bai's poem "Light boat has passed through ten thousand heavy mountains" is far lighter than the "lightness" of Su Shi's poem "Bamboo sticks and mangshoes are lighter than horses" 323 years later. The happiness and comfort that spews out of the poem makes the reader's heart brisk in an instant.

This is the power of mood and words.

I venture to guess that when Su Shi wrote the same "Dingfeng Wave" that has also been circulated through the ages, he may have silently recited Li Bai's "Early White Emperor City" that has been circulated for at least 300 years.

No matter how time changes, no matter how human beings evolve, this emotion that belongs to everyone is still connected.

The dark clouds are gone, the sun is shining, the sun rises and sets, and the millennium is blinked.

Placing our short life on this millennium scale is also irrefutable and helplessly short. Thinking of Li Bai and Su Shi at that time, they can still live in the hearts of people at this moment in the form of words and legends, which is great enough and legendary enough.

The poems of Li Bai and Su Shi made me understand:

Whether it is the side of the sinking boat or the light boat singing, it is the necessary situation of life, each of which is beautiful and needs to be embraced with the heart.

December 14, 2021