Like Liu Yuxi, because of his arrogance, his purity, his courage to speak. Datang is rich in poets, talented and indescribable.
The Propaganda Chamber asks for meritocracy to visit the courtiers,
Jia Shengcai was even more ruthless.
Poor night half empty front seat,
Don't ask the gods.
Look, how talented and insightful this is. Another example:
Last night the stars last night the wind,
Painting building west bank Gui Tang East.
With no color phoenix wings,
The heart has a sharp point.
The partition sends hook spring wine warm,
Split cao shoot covered wax lamp red.
Oh Yu listened to the drum and went to the official,
Walk the Marantai class to the tent.
How affectionate that is. However, because of personal experience, the ending is still regrettable.
Liu Yuxi is different, they are all poetic and talented people, but they are more upright than Li Frank. Liu Yuxi can be said to be young and ambitious, but fate did not let him go straight up, but turned straight down. It's just that fate can't destroy his purity and pride. Therefore, in that spring, in the crowded Xuandu Temple, on the occasion of the blooming of bright peach blossoms, he wrote the famous "You Xuandu Temple" with a big stroke of his pen:
Purple and red dust blowing on the face,
No one can look at the flowers back.
Xuandu Temple,
All Liu Lang planted after he went.
Returning to Kyoto, the taste must also be the so-called cold and warm self-knowledge. Those who are proud of themselves are proud of the spring wind. Spring is bright, peach blossoms are like clouds, ornamental, prayerful, it is unprecedented. A sentence of "purple and red dust blowing on the face", let people imagine infinitely: the spring breeze is blowing, the sun is just right, the upstarts in costume, the golden ladies, the fragrant cars bmw, coming and going on the Chang'an Road, rejoicing, laughing, so unhappy.
At this time, Liu Yuxi, who had a hard time returning to the capital, still could not suppress the loneliness and pride in his bones, and still disdained these unscrupulous magnates. Sarcastic, ironic. And that's it. Well, you're arrogant, so go ahead and grind your bones.
Think about this Liu Yuxi too, no matter what he experiences, he just can't let him collapse. That's why we can see his arrogance today:
Since ancient times, autumn is sad and lonely,
I say that autumn is better than spring.
A crane in the clear sky on the clouds,
He led the poem to Bixiao.
This is Liu Yuxi, the Daguan, the unyielding Liu Yuxi. Perhaps the ups and downs of fate make a strong person like Liu Yuxi also "think of the heavens and the earth at some point, alone but drooling", however, Liu Yuxi is still Liu Yuxi after all, so after fourteen years of leaving Xuanduguan, Chang'an, I Liu Yuxi came back.
Then come to the Xuandu Temple, moss can be seen everywhere, peach blossoms have been exhausted, only to see the head of the cauliflower, oh, where did the original brilliance go? With a big stroke of the pen, it was another mockery:
Half of the hundred acres of the court is moss,
Peach blossoms are in full bloom.
Where does the Peach Cultivator belong?
Former Liu Lang is here again.
Where were those proud, those flame-like momentum, and those Daoist monks who "planted peaches" in those years? I Liu Yuxi is back.
Perhaps we have seen Liu Yuxi's indomitability, and the indomitable "now and again". In fact, did you also smell the faint desolation of Datang?
The ups and downs of the individual are not necessarily not the projection of the fate of the home country.
However, after the Sheng Tang Dynasty passed, Liu Yuxi was the eternal "Shihao":
"Although it is hard work, blowing out the wild sand begins to reach gold."