Is Bai Juyi a poet (Bai Juyi's Last Day)

In the sixth year of Tang Wuzong Huichang (846), on the night of August 14th, in the middle of the month, the cold moonlight sprinkled on the earth, and Luoyang City was completely covered. In a quiet courtyard outside Luoyang, 75-year-old Bai Juyi was lying in a hospital bed, dying. My hair and beard are all white, I am paralyzed, and I have long been delirious. Children and grandchildren are in the hall, with a sad face. Suddenly, Bai Juyi's lips pursed slightly, and his son leaned forward and listened carefully. It turned out to be a pretty woman without makeup.

The sound faded away.

In the early spring of the seventh year of Tang Daizong Dali (772), everything sprouted. Bai Juyi was born in the eastern suburb of Xinzheng County, Zhengzhou. When he was six months old, he could recognize the words "wisdom" and "nothing". At the age of five, he learned to write poetry. Of course, poetry can't be written, mainly by reciting poems written by others to find a sense of language, just like kindergarten children recite Tang poems every day now. At the age of eleven, Bai Juyi's family moved from Henan to Zhejiang because of the rebellion in the buffer region. Tang Dezong Zhenyuan three years (787), Bai Juyi sixteen years old. I heard that the only way out for a scholar is to enter the Jinshi, so I study hard.

At the age of seventeen, he wrote "Wang Zhaojun's Poems": his face was full of wind and sand, his eyebrows were ruined and his face was red. Sad, hard and haggard, but now it seems to be drawing. Since the Tang Rebellion, Tubo Uighurs have caused disasters to the Central Plains, and the people have been smeared with charcoal. The imperial court has been trying to maintain the fragile relationship between the two sides with the pro-Qin policy. But even after marriage, Tibetan Uighurs still want to fill this gap. Therefore, many people are eager to have a heroine, Rainbow Zhaojun, to share the worries of the country and kill the people.

/kloc-at the age of 0/8, Bai Juyi traveled westward to Chang 'an, the imperial capital, to pay his respects to Gu Kuang, the literary giant at that time. Gu Kuang smiled at Bai Juyi's name and quipped that the rent in Chang 'an was very high. I don't think it is easy to live in vain. Bai Juyi presented "Farewell to Ancient Grass", and Gu Kuang read it and applauded.

The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it. Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey. I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.

Then Gu Kuang told Bai Juyi that there was no future in writing these two broken poems. The Imperial Capital is a gathering place for talented people in the world. Every year, thousands of talents gather together to sharpen their heads and look for opportunities. Some are more knowledgeable than you, some are richer than your family, some are more handsome and some are luckier than you. I'm just a humble writer, and I can't help you much. Even a few words in the literati circle are not worth a penny. If you want to get ahead, you must work hard.

Young man, don't be clever. The old man gave you four words. Take care of yourself.

Bai Juyi listened, and came to Xuzhou from Chang 'an to study hard. Learn ci fu during the day, calligraphy at night, and poetry when you have time. I got up earlier than the chicken and went to bed later than the dog, so that my mouth was sore and my elbows were calluses. 20 years old, with white hair and dim eyes, it seems that there are thousands of flies flying in his eyes.

Just as he "learned from the dead as long as he didn't die", in the eighth year of Zhenyuan (792), Han Yu, who was only four years older than him, was admitted to the Jinshi. Bai Juyi's father is in front of the official, and Bai Juyi can at least find a place to settle down and study. But Han Yu's father and brother died young, and he lived alone with his widowed sister-in-law. He's homeless, he doesn't have enough food and clothes, and he doesn't even have a quiet table. At an early age, Han Yu understood that only by studying hard can he change his destiny. "He is a loner. When he was young, he studied Confucianism hard and asked for nothing in return."

Don't think that just because you work hard is great. There will always be people who are more difficult than you. Don't move yourself easily. The soul can't eat chicken soup.

In the early autumn of the fifteenth year of Zhenyuan (799), leaves fell, and Bai Juyi came to dangtu county, Anhui Province to pay homage to Li Bais Tomb, and wrote a poem: Quarrying stones on the banks of Li Bais Tomb, and the four fields were endless with grass like clouds. Poor spring bones, there have been earth-shattering articles. As long as he is a poet, most of his fate is not good, and the poet is poor and frustrated, nothing is better than Li Jun.

In fact, as a poet, Li Bai's life couldn't be better. Born in the rich second generation, he was free and easy all his life, spending money like water. His girl became like a lantern, and he married two wives, both prime ministers and granddaughters. Wherever he went, flowers applauded and fans regarded him as a god. What else can he ask for?

In the 16th year of Zhenyuan (800), Bai Juyi was 29 years old. Only then did he re-enter Kyoto, and he was admitted to the fourth place in Jinshi. Eleven years have passed since he first entered Chang 'an. Jinshi in Tang Dynasty could not be an official directly. Jinshi has just passed the test of does, and the official department is going to take the test again. "Official Department Examination" mainly examines the physical appearance, writing, calligraphy, judgment and other abilities of Jinshi. Only when they are all qualified can they take off their white shirts and put on official uniforms. This is the so-called "release of Brown". In other words, it does belong to the written test, while the official department belongs to the interview.

In the early winter of the eighteenth year of Zhenyuan (802), the cold wind was rustling, and Bai Juyi, 3 1 year-old, passed the "outstanding" exam. In the same year, there was 24-year-old Yuan Zhen. In the early spring of the 19th year of Zhenyuan (803), Bai Juyi was awarded the title of school librarian and rented a yard in Changle, which is very close to Daming Palace and Taiji Palace. It is a serious downtown area.

Vanity Fair, the imperial capital, has nothing to show off. Lazy people don't comb at night. The nature of work is different, and there is a difference between advance and retreat. Fortunately, every Taiping generation, the son of heaven is good at literature and Confucianism. Little talent is hard to use, but learning lies in the secretary. I entered the province at the age of 30 because I had to be stubborn. There are four or five cabins, a horse and two servants. The salary is 6000, and the monthly payment is more than enough. There is no food and clothing, and few people are arrested. Therefore, young people's hearts will be calm every day. Don't say that you don't have a confidant, but you have your own apprentice. There are seven or eight people in Lantai, and the source is the same. No jokes at the end of the day, watching the car at night. Who can drop out of school and lie in my room? There is a bamboo play in front of the window and a bar at the door. How to treat a gentleman, count the pole against a pot.

Chang 'an is vanity fair. Everyone tried to climb up, and no one stayed in bed after the rooster crowed. Only Bai Juyi sleeps until late in the morning every day. It turns out that the school bookkeeper is an idle job. He only works two days a month, but his monthly salary is as high as 16 thousand. Bai Juyi not only bought a horse, but also hired two slaves. Yuan Zhen and other seven or eight friends often come to visit and have a drink, which is as happy as a fairy.

But this idle life is only suitable for providing for the aged, not for struggle. Bai Juyi is still young, and he has lofty aspirations in his heart, and he doesn't want to just muddle along day after day. In the first year of Yuanhe in Tang Xianzong (806), Bai Juyi was 35 years old, which was unbearable. So he resigned from the school, took the exam again, and was named Zhouzhi County Commandant. One day, he and his friends Chen Hong and Wang Zhifu went to Xianyou Temple near Mayi and talked about Li Longji and Yang Guifei. Wang Zhifu said, Lao Bai, you are good at writing love poems. Can you write one? Bai Juyi readily agreed and wrote the peerless masterpiece Song of Eternal Sorrow.

Before writing, Bai Juyi visited the local elders. They said that Yang Guifei was hacked to death by random soldiers, not hanging herself or jumping into a well, nor swallowing gold. At that time, the stationmaster's wife saw it with her own eyes and picked up a silk stocking of Yang Guifei. People in the army stop, and no one will move until they are under their hooves. They may trample on those moths. The gorgeous hairpin fell to the ground, and no one picked it up, a green and white Hosta and a golden hairy bird. The emperor couldn't save her, so he had to cover his face. Later, when he turned to look, there was blood and tears.

In the second year of Yuanhe (807), Bai Juyi was 36 years old and was awarded a bachelor's degree in Hanlin before marrying. Although Bai Juyi is in his prime, his private life is very discreet. In addition to reading and writing every day, I drink with my friends and enjoy bamboo. He never goes to entertainment places to fool around. He has kept his innocence for many years. Shortly after the wedding, he wrote a poem to his wife.

Without making a living, Zhai's salary is his own. Hongliang refused to be an official, so Meng Guanggan put on a cloth skirt. What do you need? People have food and clothing, but they are full and warm. Vegetables can satisfy hunger when they are full, so why bother to be precious? Why do you need wonderful articles when you have a cold? I am also a loyal person in bad karma, and I married Jun Xin. Maintain a poor vegetarian diet and grow old together.

Follow me, don't think about the prosperous times, and tell you clearly in advance. If I lose my job, you must support me. Just eat and wear warm clothes every day. I swear to the lamp that I will always be with you and never give up.

In the third year of Yuanhe (808), Bai Juyi gave Zuo an addendum. Zuo Shiyi is an admonition officer, as the name implies, is "picking up things left by others." Bai Juyi often picked up what Tang Xianzong left behind and gave advice every day, which made Tang Xianzong take pains to complain to the Prime Minister. Bai Juyi was promoted by me, and now she finds fault with me every day. There's really no way. Bai Juyi, it's hard for me to be rude to me because of my success.

In the sixth year of Yuanhe (8 1 1), Bai Juyi's mother died of illness and abandoned her official to live in Wei village. During the mourning period, Bai Juyi had no source of income, and the economy was suddenly stretched, so he had to plant a few acres of land with his wife to make a living. One year, when his wife went back to visit her family, Bai Juyi waited for a long time and didn't come back. She wrote a poem complaining that the newly green mulberry leaves were goodbye and the persimmon leaves were half red. Rural women had better know the seasons, and Fu Tian had better wear clothes in autumn. You left in spring and haven't come back in autumn. You are not as sensible as the village women in the village. When the farm is busy, people just know to wash their husbands' clothes.

Living in the village, except for material shortage, is to have no friends. Loneliness goes hand in hand, which makes people crazy.

Autumn: Chi Pan is sparse, and the sun sounds melodious under the window. There are many autumn winds, and the Sophora japonica is half full. There are independent people, 41 years.

"Village Night": Frost grass cuts insects, and people in the south of the village are absolutely unique. Looking at Noda from the front door alone, the moon is in the sky, and the flowers are like snow.

In the tenth year of Yuanhe (8 15), Bai Juyi was reinstated. A great event happened in Beijing this year. On his way to work, Prime Minister Wu was assassinated by an assassin sent by the buffer region. Bai Juyi urged to catch the murderer, but Wu's political opponents gloated that the matter should be dealt with coldly on the grounds that the buffer region should not be overly stimulated. Bai Juyi's mother suffered from palpitation, and Shang Huashi suddenly fell ill and drowned in the well. However, Bai Juyi wrote the poems "Appreciating Flowers" and "New Well", so he was framed as "unfilial" by the villain and demoted to Jiangzhou Sima. Your mother fell into the well, and you still have the heart to watch the well. This is not unfilial. What is unfilial?

On the way to Jiangzhou, Bai Juyi docked at Nautilus Island, and suddenly heard someone singing in the middle of the month. He cried after singing and cried very sadly. Bai Juyi went to find the sound and saw a stunning beauty with skin as white as snow. "Independent sail, have a graceful demeanour. Tears at night are like pearls, and both of them fall into the bright moon. Excuse me, whose wife is crying? When I ask questions, I don't bow my eyebrows and say. "

This girl is still young. In the middle of the night, she saw a middle-aged greasy man coming over to strike up a conversation. She didn't dare to find fault and hurried away.

When I first arrived in Jiangzhou, it snowed in Chu Qing and Bai Juyi rode a horse. He said with emotion: the mountains are covered with new snow, and the weather is sunny in Chu. Riding out of the west, I suddenly have the meaning of Kyoto. The willows in the city are decorated with flowers and the eaves are clothed with ice. After a while, the wind became warmer and warmer, and it was falling everywhere. Only sing without envy, not sit and sigh. It's better than Lingnan, but it can't reach the ground.

I shouldn't complain, I should be happy. They still went easy on me and didn't demote me to Lingnan.

In the eleventh year of Yuanhe (8 16), on the twentieth day of the first month, Bai Juyi celebrated his birthday. Looking back on the ups and downs of his half life, he wrote forty-five: forty-five years, and his temples were half white. Thin poetry into addiction, binge drinking. When you are old, you accept your fate and you are at home. Or under Lushan Mountain, spring comes to Caotang. At this time, Bai Juyi, an antiaircraft gun, had a rest and wanted to learn from Li Bai and go to Lushan Mountain for monasticism.

In early summer, he and his friends climbed to the top of Lushan incense burner and looked at the vast sky. They suddenly realized the smallness of human beings, the shortness of life, the greed of human hearts and the ridiculous desire of human beings: they were dizzy when they reached the peak. The height is endless, and the width is countless. The audio-visual world is not poor, how can we know the universe? The river is as thin as a rope, and the city is smaller than the palm. I can't get rid of the dust martingale. Go back and think about yourself, and bend your head into the ant soil.

In late autumn, a friend came to see him and stayed for a few days. His friend was leaving. Bai Juyi was sent aboard. They drank a few glasses of turbid wine and felt bored. They were about to say goodbye when they suddenly heard the sound of pipa from a ship not far away. Hearing this, the two were full of interest, and there were singers doing business in the middle of the night? Don't go yet. Call me and play some songs.

However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us. ... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings. Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life. She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit.

The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice. A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons. Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk. The east ship was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering the river.

Pipa girl said, "I am a famous geisha in Beijing. I learned the guitar at the age of thirteen, ranking first in the list of musicians. I am a craftsman." When it was popular, the young aristocrats in Wuling competed to squander, and a song had to send countless rolls of red silk. It's a pity that this line of work eats a youthful meal. In this age of looking at faces, no matter how good the pipa is, few people come to join in. The back waves of the Yangtze River pushed the front waves, and I was photographed dead on the beach. Middle-aged female artists, no one gives opportunities at all. Seeing that even eating was a problem, I had no choice but to marry a businessman who often did business and follow him to Jiangzhou.

Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her, went to Jingdezhen to sell tea a month ago, and has not returned yet. I am alone in the estuary, lonely and unbearable, with no one to accompany me except the bright moon and cold water. I fell asleep in the middle of the night today and suddenly dreamed of the flowers in my youth. When I woke up, tears wet my pillow. So I played the pipa to relieve my worries. I don't want to disturb the distinguished guests, but I hope you can forgive me.

Why does pipa girl live on a boat? It is said that businessmen should have deep houses and courtyards, and pipa girls should hide their golden houses and charming women. Mr. Chen Yinque's textual research shows that the pipa girl is neither a wife nor a concubine, but a house, which is equivalent to a lover kept by the rich now. She has neither inheritance nor property. She just comes to listen to the pipa when she is free and gives some living expenses.

Bai Juyi burst into tears when she heard this. Her experience is similar to that of a pipa girl. Teenagers are full of ambition and used to be proud of the scenery. They don't want people to be demoted because of rude remarks when they reach middle age. We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? . Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year. What can you hear here in the morning and evening? ? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing. I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining.

Raise a glass to the moon alone, but I'm not interested in drinking it, so I have to pour it out backhand. Among them, suffering is not enough for humanity.

In the twelfth year of Yuanhe (8 17), Bai Juyi set up a thatched cottage in Xianglufeng and devoted himself to practicing alchemy. He is wearing a scarlet robe embroidered with white clouds and blue flying shoes. From a distance, he looks like an angel; from a close distance, he looks like a birdman. Candles are everywhere, kicking and lifting feet, smoky and high-spirited. Every time I get to this state, I ask my colleagues in the mountains. Look at the clouds under my feet. It is estimated that it will go to heaven soon. Daoyou said, don't pretend to be forced, or you'll be struck by lightning. Unfortunately, just as the blast was about to be completed, the stove burned out.

He climbed the censer peak with his friends and spent the night in Dalin Temple. The mountains are deep, the season is not late, and in Xia Yue, for example, in February, when the peach blossoms are in full bloom and the grass is still short, the figures are different from the flat settlements. When you first arrive, you will suddenly break into a world. Then I wrote the peach blossom of Dalin Temple: In April, the beauty of the world was exhausted, and the peach blossom of the mountain temple opened. I want to find a place where my life is dying, but I don't know that it has been moved here.

In the first year of Tang Muzong Changqing (82 1), Bai Juyi was fifty years old, knowing his destiny, and was appointed as the secretariat of Hangzhou. For the benefit of the next official, he took everyone to build a lake embankment, which can irrigate thousands of hectares of fertile land. After a lifetime of success, Bai Juyi was in a good mood and wrote "Qiantang Spring Tour": Gushan Temple is north of Jiating West, and the water level is low. Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests. Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe. I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.

Bai Juyi was transferred to Suzhou Secretariat in the year of Bao Liyuan in Tang Jingzong (825). He saw a sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the east of Suzhou, and it was useless to sigh. He wrote a poem: Ziluo Tianzhu Temple, whose roots are now Greentown. At that time, it should have been driven by the south wind and fell to the world to get a second life. Although frost and snow are not dead, Jing Zhen is dying. Long worries fall on the hands of firewood and are sold as a pile of firewood in Suzhou. Knowing from a distance that osmanthus is lonely in the sky, I don't want to ask Chang 'e. The Moon Palace is fortunate to have a spare field, so why not plant two plants in the center.

In the second year of Tang Jingzong Baoli (826), Bai Ju was prone to severe presbyopia and cataract, and could not work normally. He was transferred back to Chang 'an to recuperate and wrote two poems about eye diseases.

There are thousands of snowflakes scattered in the air, and the cage is covered with a thick layer of yarn. When it comes to sunny scenery, it's like watching fog, but you don't have to see flowers in spring. The monk said, guests come to the horizon, and medical words dazzle the liver. He Zengqi treats both ends, but the medicine is weak.

Eye injury has been going on for a long time, and it is difficult to get rid of the root cause. The doctor tried his best to give up drinking first, and the Taoist couple taught him to dissolve as soon as possible. In the case, the dragon tree theory was spread and the pills were twisted in the box. Human prescriptions should be useless. Try scraping them with a gold grate.

After his illness, Bai Juyi began to enjoy life. In the first half of my life, I only thought about struggle, but I didn't settle down to appreciate the beauty of the world. He wants to find his lost youth. He bought a house in Luoyang, with a pool of five or six acres, thousands of bamboo poles and dozens of trees. There is a pontoon bridge on the terrace, which is concrete and very small. He keeps prostitutes, famous horses and indulges in debauchery. All the drinkers, musicians and poets swam with him.

His wife and children advised him not to pull naked and embarrass the old White House. I didn't enjoy it when I was young, but now it's half buried. What's wrong with teenagers? He said that in life, there must always be a little hobby. Some people love money and hide a room full of money, but they are targeted by thieves and swindlers; Some people like gambling, lose everything, and their wives and children are hungry and cold; Some people like alchemy so much that they eat their own elixir and die. I don't like any of these. I just drink, listen to music and watch dancing. I don't want to anger anyone. Is that too much to ask?

There is a moon in the yard and flowers in the yard. Poor scenery, do not understand poor families. The water chestnut embraces the spring, and the valley wipes the pipa. Red gauze believes in hand dancing, and purple gauze sings at will. Country songs and ballroom dancing were praised by the guests. But if you ask if you are happy, there will be more bells and drums. The guest told me that he would come back at dusk, and the master said that it would not be sunny. Stay with me a little deeper, I want to meet Zhu. The customer knows that the idea is rough and the score is added casually. The candle in the hall is not held, and the crown has risen. Short tea in the left hand, small green moths in the right hand. Kneel long to thank guests. Old Peng Men has seen them. I had a good time when the guests were away, and I was drunk and sang alone. Curtain the sun and the building, who can resist Liuling River?

Water chestnut, cereal, red yarn, purple yarn, tea and green moth are all prostitutes' names.

His two favorite girls are Su Fan and Xiaoman. Su Fan is good at singing and Xiaoman is good at dancing. Cherry Su Fan mouth, waist. Tang Wenzong was four years old (839) and Bai Juyi was 68 years old. Nearly ten years of debauchery finally completely ruined his health. He was paralyzed by the strong wind. He can neither ride rouge nor hold his head high, so he has to bite the bullet and let prostitutes sell horses.

The horse followed him for many years, but it was reluctant to leave. Su Fan said sadly that people and horses have been together for a long time, and they all have feelings. Now that we are all leaving you, we are very reluctant to part. Bai Juyi said: don't shush, don't cry; Luo turned and leaned against the stable and returned to the boudoir. Although I am ill, I am old. Fortunately, I won't die before Ji Xiang. Why abandon my concubine one day? This is a simple eye! Sing a Yang Liuzhi for me. I will take my money and go back to my hometown with you.

Don't scream, mr.zhou don't cry, you all go. I am not like Xiang Yu in love rat. I abandoned BMW beauty before I died. Mr.zhou, please sing Yang Liuzhi for me again. I was drunk and you left quietly.

Mr.zhou opened his cherry mouth, and Xiaoman twisted his waist, singing and dancing: a thousand branches of spring breeze are softer than gold and silk. Always in the west corner of Fengfang, never a day, whose willow is this?

After the spring breeze that night, the willows bloomed one after another, spreading thousands of branches, and the delicate golden complexion was particularly soft. She lives in the southeast corner of Yongfengfang, and no one moistens her all day. Who will be her new favorite?

Farewell to debauchery, Bai Juyi set out to arrange the funeral. Life is full of grass and trees, and there is always something to prove that you have not come in vain. Let the children sort out 65 volumes of "White Anthology".

Bai Juyi wrote poems to make them easy to understand. Every time you write a song, read it to the old lady first. You understand, aunt, you are a manuscript. If you don't understand, change until you understand. In fact, this kind of literacy article is not so easy to write. The world is not surprised to see Bai Juyi's poems and thinks it is trustworthy. However, some people collected his manuscripts, smeared them and made them into poems, which were unrecognizable from the original manuscripts. This is a great originality.

Bai Juyi became famous and fans followed suit. The style of poetry in the late Tang Dynasty changed greatly and became vulgar. Vulgar, vulgar. Slang, spoken language. There is an elegant explanation today: vernacular. Poetry pays attention to artistic conception, and it is important to dress 13. Once you know what is good and what is bad, it's really hard to jump to conclusions. Therefore, many poetry critics at that time and later did not recognize Bai Juyi and called him a magical poet, which means that writing poetry fell into the magic road.

After the life of your generation has all turned to dust, nothing will hurt the torrent flowing to the endless river.

The Tang Dynasty is a turning point of Chinese civilization and the carefree culture of the Chinese nation. After the prosperous Tang Dynasty, Chinese civilization changed from extroversion to introversion, and began to live a small life behind closed doors. However, in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, we are so broad that we can't miss him.

Men in the Tang dynasty were brave and bold, with lofty aspirations; Women in the Tang dynasty dare to love and hate, and don't let a man. The two men raised their glasses and asked the moon, "Why don't you take Wu Gou and take 50 states of Guanshan?" They wear men's clothes, draw heavy eyebrows, play polo and drink spirits, shouting, "If flowers can be folded, they should be folded straight. Don't wait until there are no flowers."

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