Reading ancient poetry in leisure time is a very pleasant thing, not only can calm down to communicate with the ancients, communicate with the sages, appreciate their literary talent, appreciate the complex feelings of poets, but also be able to learn and learn from the expression skills of ancient poetry, appreciate its broad and noble heart, and more can understand the truth of life in the world.
As the saying goes, small wine can be pleasant. Most people will be excited when they drink wine, and they will unconsciously open the conversation box. Poets drink more than a few cups, and they will be more poetic, fighting wine and poetry, and there is a true meaning in this. Although Li Shangyin, a talented man of the late Tang Dynasty, was not able to drink wine, he still had a drink of two drinks. The following is Li Shangyin's lyrical after drinking, creating an untitled poem, singing lightly and sighing, and the classic is exquisite.
Untitled, last night stars, last night wind
Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
Last night the stars last night wind, painting the west bank of the building Guitang East.
There are no colorful phoenix wings, and the heart has a sharp point.
The partition sends hook spring wine warm, and the wax lamp is red.
Oh Yu listened to the drum and went to the official, and walked the Marantai class to turn the tent.
When Li Shangyin was young, he had a very high self-esteem, but after falling on his head several times, he was finally scarred and in pain. Since the death of his mentor Ling Huchu, he has lost his dependence, and later married the Wang clan, which offended Ling Huchu even more, and since then his career can be described as walking on thin ice and stepping forward.
Jiupin's green robe was worn on his body, and although it made ordinary people feel envious, the poet did not know when he could make it turn purple or crimson. In order to make a living, Yoshiyama traveled from various shogunates to various shogunates, but every day he was busy with trivial matters such as copying, registering, and signing, and he had no chance to use his talents.
Although the poet lamented that he had wasted time, his superiors admired his talent and invited him to every banquet. The first link introduced the time and place of the banquet, the bright moon hanging high, the stars shining, the west bank of the painting building, the song and dance.
The poet watched everyone stagger, and he had to raise a glass frequently, but he did not dare to drink deeply every time. Everyone knew how much he drank, and he was not reluctant, but he gave Yishan a chance to watch the song and dance.
The green belt flutters, the tent dances the dragon, the sound of fine music, and the lights reflect each other, which makes Yishan dazzled. He was staring intently, when he suddenly noticed a woman at the table staring at him with affection. Yi Shan put down the wine glass, and then looked closely, only to see the Yiren cloud pile of green buns, lips blooming cherry blossoms, lotus steps suddenly moved, waiting to be stopped.
She also seemed to notice that Yishan was watching herself, not only did not hide her gaze, but did not hold back, bravely absorbing the poet's eyes. However, although they "have a spirit and a sharp mind" with each other, the poet is too far away from them, and he is "without color and phoenix and two wings", and the talent who has just stretched his eyebrows immediately aggravates the sadness in his heart.
At this time, after three rounds of wine and five flavors of dishes, both the host and the guest were full of interest, so they played the game of "sending hooks from each seat and shooting at cao cao". The poet, on the other hand, felt bored, and silently retreated to the side, and in the midst of the cheers and noises, no one cared whether a humble official existed.
The feast finally dispersed, the song and dance performances had long ceased, the Iraqis did not know where they were, but the poet felt lonely and unbearable. He did not inquire and trace the whereabouts of the woman, but hid it deep in his mind. "Listen to the drum and go to the official, take the Malantai class to turn the tent", the poet softly recited the verse that made him feel heartbroken, with tears in his eyes, but he could only turn his back and go away from the brightly lit courtyard alone.
Li Shangyin's untitled poem is subtle and timeless, singing lightly and sighing, depicting the intended person who is worth a night and is rotated into intervals. The poet does not speak of sorrow, but conveys the fit in the interval, the pleasure in the bitterness, and the comfort in loneliness.
The gentle breeze of the stars and the warm lights and red wine not only did not comfort the poet's lonely heart, but deepened his sorrow and separation from the Yi people. The jaw link is a famous sentence from ancient times, which describes a beautiful artistic conception, and the tail link expresses the poet's sense of desolation. While praising, the reader also feels that its affection is deep and sad.