Wang Bo: Summer flowers are brilliant, and autumn leaves are quiet and beautiful.

Yes, that's right. It is the Preface to Wang Teng Pavilion that makes Wang Bo famous in the world.

Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.

Wang Bo's family background is enviable. His grandfather was Wang Tong, a great scholar in the late Sui Dynasty, and was praised as a "literary neutron" by later generations. His great-uncle Wang Ji was a great poet in the early Tang Dynasty. "I don't know each other, Long song is pregnant with Wei." His poetic seclusion made later generations admire his romantic feelings. Born in such a family, Wang Bo was famous for his poems since childhood.

Yang Jiong, who is equally famous with him, said in Preface to the Collection of Wang Bo: "When I was nine years old, I read Yanshi's Hanshu, and my fingers were flawed by ten volumes. At the age of ten, I have mastered the Six Classics, and the moon is full. I will repay it with my own voice. It is a Millennium opportunity to learn from the past for a hundred years. "

Not only clever, but also clever.

At the age of fourteen, Wang Bo came to Chang 'an and became a vassal.

Kan Kan talked with Kan Kan in front of Liu Xiangdao, the right prime minister. "Therefore, those who are generous to you will be angry and have a heart." Liu Xiangdao lamented as a child prodigy and recommended it to Emperor Gaozong. Fourteen-year-old boy, still wandering in the streets, is too old to play. When I arrived at the imperial court, I was fearless in the face of thousands of kings. Emperor Gaozong appreciated his extraordinary spirit and specially named him Asazaburo.

It was originally a vacant post, but for a middle school student, it was an accident.

The first accident in life came too soon. Judging from the poet's life course when he was only 27 or 14 years old, it seems that he has gone through half his life and is drawing to a close.

For Wang Bo, what seems too early is too late.

Wang Bo has the ambition of Lingyun. Appreciated by Emperor Gaozong, he was one step closer to his dream.

Fourteen-year-old Chao Saburo lives in Chang 'an.

What is official business? Wang Bo has never been interested in this. What's more, it's okay not to do such self-destructive things that overwork your body and stifle your inspiration. His great-uncle Wang Ji was addicted to wine jars all day, and his official business was just a tool to buy wine. Wang Boshen has the legacy of his ancestors and is confined to his own affairs.

Drink after reading it. Read a book after drinking. Time passes quietly in the fragrance of books and wine.

Midspring day. The faint east wind made the apricot flowers tremble and the flowers fell like rain. Wang Bo is in a slightly drunk state, half lying in the shade of apricot flowers, reading an ancient book. There was a sudden noise outside the door. A group of people in gorgeous clothes came in, followed by a thin-faced prince's child.

The smell of the powerful people is compelling, which dilutes the fragrance of apricot flowers. What kind of sign can this be? No matter what future generations think, for Wang Bo, who is trying to fly far away, it is tantamount to riding a Yun Lan.

The newcomer is Wang Pei Li Xian, the son of Emperor Gaozong. He is also the biological son of Wu Zetian. A few years later, in order to realize her dream of being a queen, Wu Zetian sent someone to send a cup of poison to the exiled Shu country, at the expense of poisoning her own life.

Fortunately, Wang Bo did not become a martyr of this political disaster. He left Pei Wang early because of a small mistake.

Wang Pei admired ambitious Wang Bo and wrote for his family. He may be similar to a secretary, a secretary and other attendants, but because of his trust, he is actually a senior adviser to Pei Wang.

During the reign of Emperor Gaozong, there were signs of prosperity. Imperial clan children are quite cockfighting. The king keeps pheasants and fights for fun. Wang Bo traveled day and night, witnessing Pei Wang's frequent whim and disappointment, and was often teased by the king of England. Wang Bo couldn't get over it, so he wrote an article "The Chicken of the King of England". Pei Wang soon got what he wanted, but the king of England was very angry and resentful.

The king of England was full of tricks and dedicated this wonderful article to Emperor Gaozong. The emperor was furious after reading it. The people he talked about were all used to conquer and solicit things, and they were all made for enemies or enemies. How to use it between brothers and sisters? Is extremely inappropriate!

Wang Bo paid the price for his momentary agility.

An old pioneer lost his horse-a blessing in disguise is a blessing in disguise.

He played a joke by virtue of his talent, which actually saved him from a disaster. Otherwise, when Wu Zetian sentenced Li Xian to death, only the famous Wang Bo was born to die.

The second unexpected arrival in life made Wang Bomo very helpless. A small test flight died.

Dreams may come, but reality kills dreams. Wang Bo, who was kicked out of Pei, felt lost. Walking on the avenue of Chang 'an, the color of the sky is gray. A foot deep, a foot shallow. I don't know where I got drunk, and I don't know I'm going home. The road ahead is confused.

Loneliness increases the length of time. Being down and out increases the width of life. When loitering on Chang 'an Avenue, a letter from Shu filled his eyes with vitality.

Yang Jiong recruited him to go to Shu. Yang Jiong is a poet on par with him. Just when he was frustrated, Yang Jiong and a group of scholars were playing in Shu, having a good time.

Wang Bo left happily. In order to get rid of depressed mood and embarrassing situation.

Shu's leisure time can't stand recreation. Happiness is frivolous and short-lived, and pain is profound and long-lasting.

Although he is fascinated by the strange mountains and strange waters in Shu, he is always unwilling. Ambition never dies, ambition never diminishes. Although I am now abandoned and loafing about in the Jianghu, my heart is in the direction of Chang 'an, and I dream of standing up again one day.

After several years of roaming, Wang Bo took advantage of the opportunity of course selection to come to Chang 'an again. From time to time, my friend Ling is an old friend in the judicial field. Because Zhou Guo is rich in herbs and Wang Bo is familiar with pharmacology, Ling Ji You got Wang Bo a position to join the army in Zhou Guomou.

The position of joining the army is humble and pitiful. How does Wang Can Zhi Bo respect such a role? Like a fledgling phoenix falling into a chicken nest full of herbs, heroes are useless.

So he imitated his ancestors and drank wine all day long to drown his sorrows.

It's hard for wine to pour out the pieces in my heart, but the feeling of pain still comes after waking up.

Dapeng rises with the wind one day and soars into Wan Li. Wang Bo's talent is enough to help the world, so why did he become a small official? The more I think about it, the more I drink, the more my blue eyes get wet.

This sad and anesthetized day is eroding a person's soul. The poet's spirituality is even more embarrassing, such a realistic blow. So the poet resisted. Completely resist in a way that relies only on talent and pride.

The result is resentment. In the world surrounded by villains, there are thorns everywhere. Wang Bo's only resistance still led to a fierce counterattack. It is like a huge wave covering people. It's irresistible. complete defeat

A servant named Cao Da committed a capital crime and hid in Wang Bo's residence. For some reason, Wang Bo took Cao Da in, which is exactly what those little people who hate him want. According to the laws of the Tang Dynasty, harboring and shielding officials and slaves was a felony. Little people spread the word that Cao Da was in Wang Bo's house. Wang Bo was afraid, so he killed Cao Da.

Wang Bo was sentenced to death for both crimes. Fortunately, he was pardoned by the imperial court, but his old father was demoted to his toes thousands of miles away (in present-day Vietnam) because of his involvement.

The occurrence of this accident makes people happy and sad. What is happy is to come back from the dead, but it is a blessing in misfortune; Sadly, my old father was implicated in innocence and left Guan Hai in his twilight years, where he was exiled to a wild place outside China. More sadly, Wang Bo's fate has taken a sharp turn. From then on, the bustling scene suddenly became dim, and the beautiful journey came to an end.

Frustration and pride in life live side by side.

After a narrow escape, Wang Bo may be open to utility and life and death.

Twenty years old is really not the time to be open-minded. The early arrival of open mind shows that Wang Bo is a premature baby. Decadence is the weather of old age, and it is also the soul that has gone through hardships and vicissitudes.

Therefore, Wang Bo's poetry is prosperous and pure.

As one of the "four outstanding poets in the early Tang Dynasty", his fresh and vigorous poetic style played an important role in getting rid of the decadent atmosphere of Qi Liang's poetry and creating a magnificent and vast new atmosphere in the poetry world in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. Wang Bo's contribution, coupled with the concerted efforts of like-minded Qi Xin, made the Tang poetry "The long wind blows, the shadow follows the shape, the years are broken, and the outline is clear at one time".

The old father is far away, and the filial son thinks.

Wang Bo, who became a great poet in the early Tang Dynasty, missed his father who was demoted to toe and decided to visit him.

Pass by Nanchang.

A newly renovated pavilion flies over the vast Yangtze River, with eaves like bird wings and tiles like gold waves. Proud attitude, enthusiastic attitude. The long wind blows and the skirt flutters. The vast sense of history flooded into my mind, making people sigh that youth is fleeting.

Its name is Tengwangge. Behind it, the sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters and sky are the same color. When Wang Bo attended the ceremony of Yan Bo, the governor of Hongzhou (known as Hongzhou in Tang Dynasty), he was down and out, livid and experienced many vicissitudes. No one here expected that such a humble scholar could sing such a poem beyond the realm.

Wang Bo's fame spread all over the world.

A preface to Wang Teng-ting has been read so far, and it is full of fragrance. The vicissitudes of history, the boundless experience of life, the powerless sigh of life, the confusion of the road ahead of life, all the feelings of being down and out come from the heart, and the magnificent scene comes into our eyes and collides with each other, so there is the birth of a peerless masterpiece.

What a genius! It is immortal! This sigh is enough to comfort my life.

Wang Teng Linjiang Pearl, Ming Luan continues to sing and dance.

The painted building faces Nanpu Cloud, and the bead curtain rolls up the rain in the western hills at dusk.

The shadow of the idle cloud pool is long, and things change for a few years.

Where is the emperor in the cabinet today? Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows by itself.

The dance halls of the past are sad today. Good times often don't last long, and years are easy to get old. Only the mountains and rivers remain unchanged, and the scenery remains unchanged. Where is Wang Teng Li Yuanying who built this pavilion? Only the Yangtze river flows outside the threshold, which is endless.

Wang Bo stood on the wall of Tengwang Pavilion and looked back. Things are different.

The wound of the sea.

Rivers and seas come naturally, and storms are evil. A boat, through the earth-shattering waves, moved carefully. What a good metaphor, it is a boat of life, sailing on the ocean of life, equally cautious and equally fearful.

Suddenly the sea breeze blew and overturned the boat. The poet also fell into the water. After several twists and turns, the three souls have lost the second place. Disembarking that life is so fragile, Wang Bo was frightened and crossed the border, leaving the only soul taken away by the sea.

Summer flowers have fallen. The petals were swept away by the waves. Enter the abyss of the sea and give it to the spirit of the sea. The boat of life has capsized and is in a gorgeous and fragile season.

In this way, Wang Bo ended his short life at the age of 27.

The poet's sorrow has long been revealed.

Du Shaofu doesn't know who it is. His behavior is ominous. He is a good friend of Wang Bo. He was banished to Shu because he became an official the size of sesame.

The same experience. When we left, Wang Bo held Du Shaofu's hand, and both of us were unhappy-the feeling of eternity came to mind. It will be different to see you off thousands of miles away. When you are on a different road, despite the comfort of "However, when China keeps our friendship, heaven is still our neighbor", you can't help crying.

Across the wall of Sanqin, across a layer of fog, across a river.

We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions.

After all, the world is just a small place.

Why are you wandering at the fork in the road? The child is holding a towel.

We two officials run counter to each other. Both are down and out. The same ambition is hard to stretch. Also wandering around.

The moment catkins fall, it is the beginning of degenerate sludge. Who can guarantee that we will meet again after this farewell?

Break up in tears and take care of each other.

In a farewell poem with another friend, Wang Bo's farewell sadness is revealed again:

Send as much as you want, and how long it will take to ask alone.

On the way of thousands of miles of frustration, lonely cold will destroy life, but a hundred years of body.

Thoughts are wandering and life is short.

Go or stay, it will be another person in the dream.

Send, fly. What a pity! Sad and sad. What a good mood! Wandering and suffering. What a lively state! Wherever you go, you are a dreamer. How confused and helpless!

The big dream has awakened. Life is like summer flowers. That once brilliant figure was buried in the deep and vast sea. Life is so short and things are so impermanent. Today, I am still singing in Wang Teng, and I am shocked. The Ming dynasty was buried at the bottom of the sea, and people were fish or turtles. Who can control their own destiny? In vain.

The clear tears of "children touching towels" are the natural expression of the poet's sad ending. I just didn't expect the ending to come so soon. Twenty-seven, still an enterprising age.

Tears welled up at the thought of this.