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Zhang Zhi is the eldest disciple of Han Yu, the first of the "Eight Great Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties", and is good at Lefu poetry, with nearly 500 existing poems, which have a remarkable historical status and still radiate dazzling light to this day. He was named after another Tang dynasty king, Jian, and was called "Zhang Wang Lefu". Today, let's enjoy the Lefu poems of Zhang Yuan, an outstanding realist poet of the Tang Dynasty.
Although there are many extant poems from Zhang Books, they are not highly circulated. However, in the eyes of the literati, Zhang Zhi, especially Lefu poetry, has a relatively high status. For example, Zhou Zizhi of the Song Dynasty said in the "Poetry of Zhupo": "There are many Tang people who make music houses, and Zhang Wenchang should be the first."
The above-mentioned Zhang Wenchang is Zhang Yuan, who was born in what is now Anhui Province, and is known as "Zhang Shuibu" and "Zhang Siye". Zhang Zhi is good at making friends, Wang Jian, Meng Jiao, Bai Juyi, etc. are his friends, and they interact with each other and influence each other. Under the recommendation of Meng Jiao, Zhang Zhi became acquainted with Han Yu and worshipped his disciples, becoming a master brother among Han Men's disciples.
Under the strong recommendation of Han Yu, Zhang Zhi was admitted to the jinshi and began to embark on the road of career. When he was doing Taizhu for ten years, Zhang Zhi suffered from eye disease and almost went blind, and was jokingly called "Poor blind Zhang Taizhu". After the eye disease was cured, he was recommended by Han Yu to become Dr. Guozi, which shows han Yu's importance to Zhang Yuan.
Zhang's poems are divided into three stages, the first stage is before the age of 40, and the second stage is between the ages of 40 and 50, and it is at this stage that many excellent Lefu poems are created. The third stage is from the age of 50 to the end of life. Most of Zhang's Lefu poems reflect the social reality of the time and show sympathy for the people.
Zhang Zhi is also the promoter of Xinlefu poetry, good at summarizing the opposites of practice, and also good at using sketching techniques to depict various characters in a meticulous and vivid way, which has a great influence on the poetry of the late Tang Dynasty.
It is said that there is such an interesting story in Zhang Yuan. Zhang Not only admired Han Yu, but also became obsessed with Du Fu's poetry. He burned all of Du Fu's poems, collected the paper ashes, and stirred the honey with three spoons of paper ashes every morning to eat. Once a friend saw this and asked him what he meant. Zhang Zhi joked: After eating Du Fu's poems, you can write poems that are as outstanding as Du Fu.
Let's enjoy Zhang Yuan's poems together and feel the richness of the peak works of Lefu poetry in the middle of the Tang Dynasty.
Send and state Liu Envoy Jun
Zhang Zhi [Tang]
Don't leave the county for a long time, idle to the spring breeze to pour wine bottles.
Send guests through the Shakou Weir to see more flowers on the Water Center Pavilion.
The Xiaolai River is full of white, and the mountain light is full of Guo Qing after the rain.
At this point the poem should be farther away, drunk in the chant of who listens.
Yuxianguan Changxi new rain color like mud
The new rain in Changxi is like mud, and the wild water and clouds are all to the west.
Chu Ketian drifted south, and partridges cried in the mountains and trees.
Xun Xian Xi tou trail into the green cliff
The head of the creek leads into the green cliff, and the apricot blossoms are separated by immortals everywhere.
Even more Feng XiYouke said that there were still two or three in the clouds.
Liangzhou word is one of three
The border city of twilight rain geese fly low, asparagus nascent gradually want to join.
Countless ringtones passed by the moraine, and should be practiced to Anxi.
Pass the Ja Island Wilderness Residence
Qingmen Fang lived outside, and sat down to see Nanshan.
This place is far away from people, and the king is idle all day.
Frogs sound hedges fall, grass-colored houses between the courtyards.
Good is to pass by, only to be sad twilight.
Shepherd's Word
Distant cattle grazing, around the village on all sides of the grass thick.
The hungry crow pecked at the back of the cow, so that I could not play with the head.
The grass is scattered with many cattle, and the white calves sing to the reeds.
The embankment blew leaves in response to companions, and also drummed three or four long whips.
The cattle graze on each other, and the officials cut off the upper corners of their heads.
Feud resentment
In September, the Xiongnu killed the border generals, and the Han army was completely lost on the Liao river.
No one collected white bones for thousands of miles, and the souls were buried under the family city.
The woman depends on her son and her husband, and lives together in poverty and ease.
The husband died in the womb, and the concubine's body existed like a candle in the day.
Autumn night is long, autumn is like water night
Autumn is like water and night, and the sky and the east and west are bright.
Sorrowful people do not fear the pillow, and the dark insects chirp around me.
The deserted city is no more sound for the village, and the Big Dipper is unknown.
White dew filled the fields with wind, and thousands of birdsong.
Guan Shan Yue, Qiu Yue Lang Lang Guan Shan
Autumn moon Lang Lang Guan mountain, the mountain pedestrians horseshoe sound.
There is a lot of rain and snow in guanshan in autumn, and pedestrians see the moon singing side songs.
The weather on the seaside is white, and Hu'er spends the night in the Yellow Dragon Moraine.
The scouts in the army rode out of the city at dusk, and the ambush soldiers were in the shadows with low halberds.
The stream is even frost and grass, and the wild camels are looking for water in the moraine.
Longtou wind and geese can't stop, and there are many shooting stars in the battlefield.
Poor Wanguo Guanshan Road, year after year war bones more autumn grass.
Send a distant song
The south mountain of the opera platform is clustered, and the drinking song on the side of the mountain is sung.
After getting drunk, the pedestrians got up and boarded the car, and the children were honored and advised.
The blue sky covers a long road, and the long journey is homeless.
May the king go everywhere to name himself, and he will know that the king will go from now on.