Li Yan: Not for the sake of merit to start as a poet

Li Yan was a poet who had to be re-acquainted, and today people may not know his name, but in the early Qing Dynasty, wherever there was pen and ink, he could sing poems, "Yu (Quan Zuwang) sent himself to the world, and all those who worked in language did not know it." "He who works in the language is not talking about the well water to drink, but the pen and ink swing. It is a good poem to drink from a well, and it is not known to everyone to go to the place where the pen and ink are placed, but it cannot be said that it is not a good poem. The people of xia riba and Yangchun baixue have a difference in the number of clicks, and it cannot be said that the quality of the article is poor.

Those who praise Li Yan are not only the ancestors. Li Hu also participated in the imperial examination, as a rice sorghum plot, and in the fifty-ninth year of the Kangxi Dynasty (1720), he went to the Beijing Imperial Examination, and the chief examiner Li Fu read his poems and praised it: "This must be a poet." Those who praise Li Yan as a poet are not "personal views", but several "consensuses", which are said: "For decades, I have called poetry in Zhejiang, and all of them have pushed Fan Xie's works", and even more so: "Li Zhengjun has been a poet, and he has served the sages with his heart, and his sentences have been carved and written, and it is difficult to see the match among the poets of my hometown for a hundred years", and his fame has been raised from decades to a hundred years.

Li Yan is a native of Qiantang, Zhejiang Province, and is poor. Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times, how can Li Osprey be poor? Li Osprey was a teenager, unclothed, hungry, his father died early, and his brother brought him up. The elder brother was a few years older, he couldn't feed two mouths at once, and he wanted to send his brother to the temple to be a bell-striking monk, and Li Yan would not go to death. Brother Li couldn't bear to think about it, and the two brothers relied on each other for their lives. Fortunately, after all, living in a big city, Li Ge started a stall economy and "sold tamba leaves to nourish him". Tamba leaf, now known as tobacco leaf.

At that time, the class was not blocked, and the children at the bottom still had the room to rise as a single wooden bridge. Li Yan read, dreaming of Yan Ruyu and the golden house, ten years of cold window is not enough bitter, the past dirty is not enough to boast. After Li Yan fell in the first place, he did not want to take the Laoshizi test again, and his old friend Quan Zuwang came to persuade him, and Quan Gong was afraid that one person was not strong enough, and he wrote to Hang Shijun and other relatives and friends, "You are reluctant to do so." People are afraid to say, ghosts are afraid of cars, and when there are more people talking, people's hearts will be shaken, and Li Yan will go again, but the poet is not lifting people, lifting people is not poets, lifting people, and people are also judging people. Li Yanluodi did not cry bitterly, and did not care much: "I have no eunuchs, and now I have a lazy nature, and I will serve my old relatives with water, and I will wish to die." "Li Yan is no longer dreaming of Chun Ming.

After all, it is a famous scholar, a widow in the wilderness, a sage in the imperial court, a search for a sage in the Qiantang slum, a libird, and a libird who "chooses a county order with filial piety and honesty".

Li Yan traveled all the way, over a thousand mountains, over ten thousand heavy waters, and planned to choose a dynasty under the king's knees. At the foot of tianzi, the land is called Tianjin, and he and Zha Lianpo lingered in Tianjin poetry and wine, found one thing to do, and together they wrote notes for the meticulous "Wonderful Words", and drank wine without knowing the whiteness of the East, and chanting poems without knowing that the years had changed. Li Yan went to Tianjin in the autumn, winter came to spring, and was still in Tianjin. But I know that there is Tianjin, but I do not know that there is Beijing.

The bard forgets the years, it is nothing, the bard forgets the official, only to see the poetry. In Tianjin, Li Yan lived a poetic life for several months, returned to Jiangnan to look for poetry, and did not go to the north to find a marquis, "to Tianjin County, detained for several months, the intention was unexpected, and the hao returned, and even did not enter the country."

The only test for the purity of a poet's poetry is poetry. Poetry for poetry is poet; Poetry is for the sake of the poet, not for the poet. The poet exists purely for poetry, that is the true poet; Poetry for the house of gold for Yan Ruyu for the right, is not a poet.

When Li Yan returned to Jiangnan, he was a poet for poetry, "tasting the slow walking, shaking his head in the sky, although in Qu Lane, when he saw the chanting". In front of the public, they ran to the streets to find poetry, and if there was no one around, they walked in the streets to chant poems. Li Yan was a poet, doing a bright and upright job, and doing transcendent. We don't want to see a poet with a long hair flaunting the streets, we should allow a person who has made poetry his life's work to walk through the streets, even if the poet seems to be a madman and a madman.

Li Yan often searched for poetry in the streets and alleys, and he loved to look for poetry in the mountains and rivers. Literati walk more between mountains and rivers, and only then will they "look at the peak and rest their hearts". Li Osprey thirsts for mountain springs, hungry for mountain fruits, one person or two or three confidants, Lin Luan sits in a pavilion in a secluded place, and the small boat stops at the mountain shadow, and lives his life into poetry, "Sex is good to travel, so search for famous places, climb vines, wander and appreciate, will be happy and then gone". The poems of Li Osprey, ten poems and nine landscapes. Landscapes are tiring, landscapes can produce poetry, poetry is poor, and people who are poor can produce poetry. If a poet can produce poetry, he is rich, and he is not poor.

The greatest impurity of a poet is the name of merit, the true poet has no impurity, and Li Yan is a true poet.