The times create "heroes". Li Bai was a madman, and only Li Bai's wildness could hold up the torch of poetry to illuminate the glorious and magnificent civilization of the Tang Dynasty; Li Bai was a poet, and only the country of poetry could create Li Bai's extraordinaryness came to irrigate the boundless soil of poetry. Times created "heroes", and only the Tang Dynasty was an era when the air was filled with the fragrance of poetry and the land was cultivated with freedom. He created the transcendent Li Bai; he created the wild Li Bai, which attracted me to get closer to Li Bai. The Tang Dynasty was the Mount Everest of Chinese poetry, and Li Bai was a solid rock at the top, majestic and unshakable. The Tang Dynasty was the Yangtze River and the Yellow River in Chinese poetry, and Li Bai was a powerful current on the crest of the waves, fierce and unstoppable. If you lose the solid rock that underlies the giant peak, you will not be able to possess your own stature; if you lose the power of the huge waves, you will not be able to possess your own ferocity. So we understand that "heroes" who have lost the support of the current situation cannot have their own extraordinaryness. The historical environment of the Tang Dynasty created the transcendent Li Bai. "In the past, I rode on a horse, but now I am driving thousands of horses to come." Li Shimin, who thought he was a descendant of Lao Tzu Li Rong, came and rode the six Zhaoling horses like a gust of wind. Taoism flourished from the Wei and Jin Dynasties to the Southern and Northern Dynasties. There are no ideological grudges from the past, and there are no constraints from past opinions. As a result, Li Bai also took on the wings of his dream and flew in the free sky. He is the great roc with "wings like clouds hanging down from the sky" and disdains being a believer in Confucianism; he is the great owl with "double sunny constellations and six hanging clouds", looking up at the universe to expand his horizons to the maximum. He is a cloud, and he must fly to the top of the sky to detect the vastness of the sky; he is water, and he must run to the sea to raise the wild waves of the sea. So he "went to the country with his sword, said goodbye to relatives and traveled far away" and treated all the sorrows in life with a detached attitude. The detachment of life enabled him to withstand the ordinary life of a common people, the joy of the emperor's summons, and the sadness of ruthless exile. The transcendent style of poetry allowed him to write Cen Shen and Gao Shi's majestic frontier fortress poems: "The bright moon rises from the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ??clouds, and the wind blows across Yumen Pass for tens of thousands of miles." This enabled him to write Wang Wei's quiet and beautiful landscape poems " I am not aware of the wine, and the fallen flowers are full of clothes. When I get drunk, the moon is shining, and the birds are still there." This made him write Meng Haoran's pastoral poem "Kneeling down to eat rice, the moon is shining brightly, which makes people feel embarrassed. "You can't eat without thanking you for three times." This also led him to write "Jian Jin Jiu", which is unique in ancient and modern times and has no equal in comparison. Yan Yu, a poetry critic in the Song Dynasty, said that while other people write poems with their pens and write them down sentence by sentence, Li Bai just needs to spit out the breath in his heart. I think this is the transcendent Li Bai created by the times that I see! The political environment of the Tang Dynasty created the wild Li Bai. Li Bai marched into the palace with his head held high, singing "Look up to the sky and laugh loudly and go out, how can we be a Peng Piao man?" But after all, he is a poet who lives completely in a dream. Once he wakes up from the dream, all he will be left with is disappointment. He did not understand that only poets submitted to politicians, but no politicians submitted to poets; he did not understand that what the political arena of the Tang Dynasty needed was by no means a dream-turned-poet, let alone an arrogant poet. So, he shouted out, "Although the king loves Emei, he has no choice but to kill people in the palace due to jealousy." He shouted out, "I can't help but bend my eyebrows to serve the powerful, which makes me unhappy!" The wings of the dream were ruthlessly hurt again and again, and the reality The thorns kept spreading inch by inch. Are you tired or tired? You stopped everything you ever wanted to do. But the frustration in the political arena has made you proud in the poetry world; the endless hesitation has made you boundless freedom. You understand that "life must be full of joy, don't let the golden bottle stand in the sky"; you understand that "there will be strong winds and waves, and you will hang up your cloud sails and sail across the sea." You run, from the thorns of reality to the boundless grassland. ; You are wild, from the world that is not blocked by the human mind to the perfect personality that cannot tolerate any humiliation. If you are wild, the Yangtze River in your eyes is "climbing up to the majestic sky and earth, the vast river never returns, the yellow clouds are moving thousands of miles, the white waves are flowing in the snow-capped mountains", and the Yellow River in your eyes is "the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, and rushes to the sea." "Come back", the Shu Road, which is not necessarily so steep, is also "sighing, dangerous and dangerous. The difficulty of the Shu Road is as high as climbing to the sky." The not so tall Tianmu Mountain is also "the sky is stretching to the sky, and it is towering over the five mountains." Cover Chicheng.
"Wild mind, wild Li Bai, I think this is the wild Li Bai created by the current situation I see!" The wine enters the heart, seven parts turns into moonlight, the remaining three parts roars into sword energy, and the embroidered mouth Vomiting is half the prosperous Tang Dynasty. "This is Li Bai, the Li Bai standing on the top of the giant peak looking into the distance; the Li Bai standing on the top of the huge waves; the aloof and wild Li Bai; the Li Bai I approached, I think it is the Li Bai created in the Tang Dynasty, the times create "heroes", Li Bai, the "hero" of poetry.