Tang poetry and Song Ci are two immortal peaks in the history of Chinese culture, and in the process of accumulating these two cultural mountains, great poets and great poets have emerged endlessly.
Among these many poets, there are two poets, who are not very famous in the star-studded poet circle, and even have a very low sense of existence, but the two poems they write are full of sense of painting and similar work, and they are widely circulated and famous by Danqing's hand drawings.
This poet of the Tang Dynasty was named Li Yi, although he was one of the "Ten Talents of the Great Calendar", but the poetry name was not satisfactory, except for poetry lovers, I am afraid that there are very few people who know his name and can recite his poems. However, this does not prevent Li Yi from being an excellent poet, and his poetic style is bold and bright, especially the poems of Bian Sai. Today's sharing is one of his side poems "Smelling flute in the city at night"
The sand in front of Huile Peak is like snow,
The moon outside the city is like frost.
I don't know where to blow the reed pipe,
One night to scout the countryside.
The poet writes from the foreground of his eyes, the sand in front of Huile Peak is as white as snow, and the moon outside the city is like autumn frost. The desolate side plug, the lonely moonlit night, and a picture of the absolute moon and night slowly unfolded, paving the way for the last two sentences to seduce the soul.
If according to common sense, how lonely and homesick people should be written later, but superb poets have never disdained such a person to see through at a glance, that will be boring. Therefore, the poet's pen turned sharply, running to the theme of "smelling the flute", blowing up the desolate reed pipe out of nowhere, and looking at the hometown one by one overnight, the homesickness overflowed, making people feel like sweet dates, the first feeling of bitterness, and the feeling of being incomparably sweet. At this point, a map of the night of the moon and the countryside was completely displayed. The Chronicle of Tang Poetry says that this poem was put into painting at that time and was famous all over the world.
If Li Yi still bears the title of one of the "Ten Talents of the Great Calendar" and has a certain degree of popularity, then this poet of the Song Dynasty is much inferior. I have not read the "Selected Notes on Song Poems" compiled by Mr. Qian Zhongshu or the poetry fanatics, I am afraid that few people know this brother.
His name was Liu Kai, the pioneer of the Song Dynasty ancient literature movement, advocating the prose of Han Yu and Liu Zongyuan, who was the precursor of the Northern Song Dynasty great Confucian Ouyang Xiu and others, advocating the unity of literature and Taoism, and once said: "The way of My Way, the way of Confucius, Meng Ke, Yang Xiong, and Han Yu; the text of Wu Zhiwen, Confucius, Meng Ke, Yang Xiong, han Yu. ”
Today's sharing is his "Plugged In".
The skeleton went straight up a thousand feet,
The days are quieter and the sound of the wind is drier.
Blue-eyed Huer Three Hundred Rides,
As far as Thikinle looked at the clouds.
The poet said that the sound of arrows roared and rushed into the clouds, there was no wind above the grassland, and there was peace between heaven and earth, and the sound of arrows was more crisp and loud. Hearing this sound, hundreds of men on horseback stopped and looked into the clouds with Jin le.
The poem was widely praised at the time, and some people drew the intention of the poem until the Ming Dynasty, when "there is still this illustrated manuscript". So where is the poetry? The wonderful thing is that the poet grabbed the arrow and shot it out to make a pleasant sound, and everyone invariably stopped at the wonderful moment of Lema and gazed at the distance, like a camera, the picture was permanently frozen, and Li Yi's "One Night March to The Hometown" was the same as the same work, and the heart was sharp.