On a hazy moonlit night, an old man in a robe sat alone in the courtyard, his gaze as if he had traveled through time and space, projecting onto the distant stars. This old man is the famous poet Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty. The journey of his life was full of waves and magnificence, and at this moment, he seemed to be looking back on it all.
Under this quiet night sky, Li Bai's heart made waves. His mind wandered between the glory and loneliness of the past, and in his hand, he held a yellowed piece of paper. On this piece of paper, one of his shortest but most profound poems is recorded. This poem, which is lonely in every word, has been circulated in the long river of history for 1200 years and has become a good medicine in the hearts of future generations.
What exactly is the content of this poem?How can it influence future generations for so long?What is Li Bai's inner world?Let's follow in the footsteps of this great poet.
Lonely high-flying birds
Li Bai stood on the top of the mountain, and the sound of the wind around him accompanied the distant mountains and blue sky, forming a moving picture. His mood was as broad and profound as this natural scene. The pen in his hand seems to have become a tool for his dialogue with the world, dancing on the paper with his mind.
The birds flew high, and the lonely clouds went alone. Li Bai chanted in a low voice, each word seemed to carry his deep understanding of the natural world and the inner world. He looked at the lonely clouds in the sky, and an indescribable resonance surged in his heart.
At this moment, a mountain breeze blew, bringing his robe and loose hair. Li Bai closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if he wanted to completely absorb this tranquility and loneliness into his heart.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes, quickly picked up the pen, and swiped it on the paper. Each word is like a story in his heart, telling his journey, his dreams, and his infinite feelings about the world.
Li Bai finished writing the last word and stopped to stare deeply at his work. His eyes were full of satisfaction and pride, as if at this moment, he had reached harmony with the whole world.
Suddenly, he heard footsteps and turned to see a young walker standing not far away, looking at his poems.
Is this the poem you just wrote?The young man asked.
Li Bai nodded, smiled slightly, and handed the poem manuscript in his hand to the young man.
The young man took the manuscript of the poem and read it carefully, with an expression of admiration on his face. "This poem is so well written, it seems to incorporate the mountains and your heart. ”
Li Bai just smiled and didn't speak. His gaze turned to the distant landscape again, as if looking for new inspiration.
The young man stood aside and looked at Li Bai silently, his heart full of admiration. He knew that he had met a true poet, a soul who could speak to the world through poetry.
Drink alone under the moon
Under the baptism of moonlight, Li Bai meditated, and everything around him was immersed in deep tranquility. He clutched the flask in his hand, and the aroma of the wine seemed to blend in with the silence of the night, adding a bit of drunkenness to his solitude. The moonlight sprinkled on his body, as if he was covered with a mysterious aura.
A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date. Li Bai whispered, his voice drifting in the night wind, as if telling his thoughts.
At this time, a passer-by was attracted by this quiet and beautiful scene, stopped, and asked curiously, "Li Bai, why are you always alone?"”
Li Bai raised his head, his gaze passed through the treetops and landed on the moon, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow becomes a trio. His voice is relaxed and at ease, and the light in his eyes reveals an uninhibited and love for life.
The walker stood there, silent for a moment, then smiled and said, "Your poems are as deep and enchanting as this night sky." ”
Li Bai didn't answer, just nodded lightly and continued to enjoy the quiet night. His gaze seems to penetrate time and space, immersed in his own thoughts and poetic world.
The walker sat down beside Li Bai, and the two of them sat silently like this, as if the whole world had stood still. Only the moonlight, the smell of wine, and the breathing of two people echoed softly in the quiet night.
The absence of the Taoist priest
Li Bai set out on the mountain road to find a reclusive Taoist priest, following a winding path through layers of verdant greenery. His steps are brisk and firm, and his heart is full of yearning for the wisdom of Taoist priests and admiration for the beauty of nature. Along the way, squirrels leap on the branches and birds sing in the woods, as if welcoming the famous poet.
The young man who asked diligently traveled to and from the mountains. Li Bai sighed as he walked. His mood was a little complicated, looking forward to the encounter with the Taoist priest, but also preparing for possible disappointment.
After walking for a long time, he finally arrived at the residence of the Taoist priest. However, the front door of the hut was empty, except for a few old pines waiting quietly. Li Bai's brows furrowed slightly, and his disappointment was beyond words.
At this time, a companion stepped forward and asked curiously, "I haven't seen a Taoist priest, how do you feel in your heart?"”
Li Bai turned around, his eyes were deep, he looked at the continuous peaks in the distance, and replied slowly: "No one knows where to go, and I am worried about two or three pines." His words reveal an acceptance of the unknown and a reverence for nature.
The two of them stood there side by side, the scenery in front of them was picturesque. The mountain breeze is gentle and the pine waves are gusting, as if telling the story of this land. Li Bai took a deep breath, as if he wanted to absorb all the freshness and tranquility here.
Perhaps the Taoist priest has left and pursued a higher realm. The companion whispered.
Yes, the true Tao may not lie in others, but in one's own heart. Li Bai said with emotion, his eyes flashing with a desire for knowledge and wisdom.
They sat there for a while, soaking up the tranquility and beauty. Although Li Bai felt a little lost in his heart, he was more of an appreciation of nature and an understanding of life.
Then, Li Bai stood up and smiled at his companions: "Although I haven't seen a Taoist priest, this journey is still full of harvest. Every step of the way, every scene, is teaching me to understand the meaning of life. ”
They descended slowly, their steps light, and their hearts filled with new inspiration and insights. Li Bai's mood gradually relaxed, and he began to recite new poems, turning his feelings and thoughts on this trip into beautiful words.
Sit alone on Jingting Mountain
Li Bai sat alone on Jingting Mountain, the surrounding scenery was picturesque, and the mountains in the distance loomed in the clouds. He closed his eyes and inhaled the fresh air of this mountain forest, feeling the tranquility and harmony of nature. A gust of mountain wind blew, Li Bai opened his eyes, looked at the mountain peaks in front of him, and a deep sense of closeness surged in his heart.
I don't get tired of seeing each other, only Jingting Mountain. Li Bai whispered, his words seemed to merge with the mountain wind, spreading throughout the valley. His gaze wanders among the mountains and rivers, as if he is in a silent dialogue with nature.
At this moment, a friend quietly walked up to his side and asked curiously, "Li Bai, who are you talking to?"”
Li Bai turned his head, smiling, and his eyes were like torches. "The green mountains are lush and lush, and I have a long talk with the ghost. His voice reveals a love for nature and an understanding of life. He seems to be in deep communication with the mountains and rivers and with his own heart.
The two of them sat together on the mountain, and the surrounding scenery appeared more vivid and peaceful. Li Bai began to recite his new poems again, each word as if carrying the spirituality of the mountain and the flow of water.
The friend listened quietly and was deeply attracted by Li Bai's poems. He couldn't help but ask, "In your poems, the mountains and rivers seem to have life, how does this feel?"”
Li Bai smiled and replied: "In this nature, my soul has been purified, and the landscape is not only the external scenery, but also the reflection of my heart. Here, I felt the true meaning of life. ”
The sun began to sink slowly, and the light and shadow in the valley softened. Li Bai stood up, stretched his body, and prepared to go down the mountain.
It is one of the great pleasures of my life to be here with you today. He said to his friend, and the two of them walked down the trail together.
Their conversation drifted away in the mountain wind, and Li Bai's soul found a home in this mountain forest. His steps are relaxed and confident, as if every step is on the rhythm of a poem. Night fell, but Li Bai's heart was full of bright light.
Inner loneliness and freedom
On that quiet night, the moonlight sprinkled on the ancient stone slabs, and Li Bai sat alone in the courtyard. The night is like water, and his eyes seem to have traveled through the long river of time, looking back on his magnificent life. The scent of flowers in the courtyard mixed with the whispers of the pine forest in the distance, accompanied by the night breeze, seemed to resonate with his contemplation.
Life is a grand loneliness, and life is your own. Li Bai muttered to himself, with both emotion and relief in his voice. The words echoed in the night sky like a melodious poem.
Suddenly, a young poet walked into the courtyard, his steps light, as if he did not want to disturb the quiet night. With admiration and curiosity, the young poet walked up to Li Bai and asked softly, "Li Bai, aren't you lonely?"”
Li Bai turned his head slowly, his gaze as deep as the stars, looking directly into the eyes of the young poet. Li Bai's voice was low and powerful, "Xi to the hustle and bustle of the crowd, it is inevitable that you will lose your inner direction. In solitude, I found my true self. The words seemed to have a magical power, piercing the night and touching the hearts of the young poets.
The young poet was deeply touched by these words, and he stood there, silent. The stars in the night sky seemed to shimmer with the wisdom of conversation, and the moonlight shone on the two of them, reflecting the contours of their respective hearts. Li Bai's words stirred up waves in his heart and made him start to think deeply.
Li Bai turned his head again and continued to stare at the night sky. In his heart, there are both memories of the past and expectations for the future. The young poet stood quietly aside, and slowly began to realize that the real poet is the one who discovers himself in solitude and expresses his heart in words.
As the night deepened, the atmosphere in the courtyard became more calm. Both Li Bai and the young poet fell into their own thoughts. Li Bai's life has undergone many changes, and his poetry is both bold and affectionate, just like the stars in this night, bright and distant. The young poet realized that in Li Bai's words, he not only heard the self-description of a great poet, but also heard the true meaning of life and the soul of poetry.
The moon slowly climbed, and the night deepened. Li Bai sighed softly, as if he was saying goodbye to the past and welcoming a new journey. And the young poet, standing there, his heart full of gratitude. He knew that on this night, he had learned something more important than any poetry—to find the meaning of life in solitude, and to feel the vastness of the world with his heart.