When the mind is calm, reading Li Shangyin's dreamlike poems, it is like wandering in the fog, looking for the hidden pain in the depths of the heart.
It is the elusive meaning of his poetry that can inadvertently touch our unknown thoughts, and the baptism of emotions will follow.
This emotionally rich ancient man was not born like this, it was the acquired environment that created him who was sensitive, amorous and a little inferior.
Li Shangyin had no ambition in his life, and his grievances were depressed, but he still had the ambition to govern the country after being detained. It's just that God has never mercy, and has always given a candy and a hammer, and even the most beloved wife has left first.
Xu is "wisdom will be hurt, love is not long", he died of depression before he was old.
His hazy poems and butterflies in his dreams are all flowers that he struggled to bloom in the mud of life.
Let's travel back in time to empathize with the open-mindedness, tolerance and seclusion of the ancients.
In 828 A.D., when I was in the year of my hair tie, I suddenly realized Zen principles.
The remnant sun entered the west, and the thatched hut visited the lonely monk.
Where are the deciduous people, a few layers of Hanyun Road.
Knock on the ** chime alone, leaning on a vine.
In the dust of the world, I would rather love and hate.
I have had a Buddha relationship since I was a child, and I am a monk. Keen to seek immortals, I don't seek immortality, I only seek to understand Buddhism and find liberation.
The sun was setting on this day, and I climbed the mountain to visit a lonely monk who lived in a secluded place.
Fallen leaves can be seen everywhere, but there is no human figure in sight. Surrounded by cold clouds, the mountain road turns a thousand times, I don't know when I will find him?
On the willow tops of the moon, I found him in the night with the sound of chimes, and he was leisurely reclining on the green vines.
The ears are the sound, and the eyes are the colors. I realized in this quiet world:
The world is big, but it's just a mote. Love, hatred, hatred, and ignorance are all vain.
The Zen principles of the world have been broken by me like this, and they deserve to be me.
In 829 A.D., my name fell to Sun Mountain, and I was fortunate to have four zhang guidance.
The slight meaning of how there was a millimeter, empty pen inkstone Feng Longtao.
Since Meng passed the clothes in the middle of the night, he did not envy Wang Xiang to have a saber.
During the period of "Xie Shu", I deeply experienced the unmet feelings of the Korean masterpiece "Ma Shuo", but I still did not want to give up.
On the road of endless heaven, I met the first Bole in my life - Linghu Chu.
He admired my knowledge, taught me modern style, and hired me as an inspector in the shogunate.
For the sake of being close to my cousin, I sometimes refer to him as "Sizhang".
Sizhang is grateful to me for being kind and reinventing, even if it is Wang Xiang's saber, I have no envy, but I am ashamed that I can't repay Sizhang one or two.
It is fortunate and accidental to meet a nobleman. But if you have half talent and half persistence, you will always be taken care of.
In 838 A.D., I was married, and I beloved.
The flowers and leaves in the world are not compatible, and the flowers are now potted and dusty.
Only the green lotus and red lotus are innocent.
This flower and this leaf look like each other, and the emerald reduces the red decay and kills.
When I was 25 years old, at the invitation of Wang Maoyuan, I was a staff member for him, but I was in love with his daughter Wang Yanmei.
Her smile is like a calyx green bloom descending into the world, gentle and soft, looking forward to brilliance, let me fall in love at first sight.
She loves to write poetry, and I have written many poems to pour out my heart to her.
She gladly accepted it, and looked at me differently, with affection and love in her eyebrows.
Fortunately, Wang Maoyuan appreciated me and fulfilled our relationship.
My wife said that we are like lotus flowers and green leaves, and we are uniquely commensurate.
I thought so, but Qi Da was not a coincidence, and I tactfully confided the hidden worries in my heart.
Unexpectedly, she used time to prove that she will never leave me and her love is long.
Before I met her, I gritted my teeth and walked on the muddy road, but after I met her, I felt the favor of the years.
Love is a luxury, not a luxury in rarity, but a luxury in not deteriorating.
If your lover has a deep affection for you, the best way to reciprocate is to reciprocate the same love.
In 845 AD, I lived in Luoyang, missing my old friend.
Songyun Qin Shu has been away for a long time, and Shuangli has a paper book.
Hugh asked the old guests of Liang Garden, Maoling autumn rain is similar.
Sending orders to the fox".
Since I got married, I have been caught up in the whirlpool of Niu and Li party disputes, and the world thinks that I have betrayed my teacher.
Because of this, there is a lot of malice all around me.
I was removed from the re-examination after the Jinshi examination, but I was transferred to a county lieutenant in another place after the re-examination, and later my career did not improve for various reasons.
Fortunately, the eldest brother sent me a letter, which made me very happy.
Outside the window, the autumn rain continued, and I couldn't help but recall the years when we were learning to play in bed.
I thought that we would never get along with each other in the future, but I didn't expect that my eldest brother would still care about me, and I was satisfied.
I didn't want to plead with my brother because he was hard enough.
The world is changing, and the deep brotherhood will also be separated day by day, resenting each other, and even killing them all.
I don't want the day when we're going to tear our eyes apart and draw our swords against each other.
When Su Shi missed his younger brother in the Mid-Autumn Festival, he wrote: "I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles." ”
My brother and I were able to maintain such a relationship, and it was enough.
In 848 A.D., I was appointed as the county guard of Zhaozhou and had to be responsible for the sacrifice.
The Xuan Room sought to visit the ministers, and Jia Shengcai was even more incoherent.
Pity the front seat in the middle of the night, and don't ask the common people to ask the ghosts and gods.
Jia Sheng" This is an absurd era, and it is no longer glorious and open in the past.
Those in office either pray for immortality or do not know the talents.
I was born at the wrong time, just like Jia Yi who was full of talent but had nowhere to show it.
I also wanted to follow the example of the sages and return to the garden, but I still can't let go of the declining country.
Seeing the traitorous ministers in power and the feudal towns to toss our dynasty, but I can't do anything, how miserable.
Thinking about the Wei and Jin dynasties, in that dark political society, celebrities and celebrities were either reclusive or crazy, but I was the most painful type of person.
I can't stay out of it, but I can't do it. Empty ambitions and struggles to get up have occupied most of my life.
Traveling through history, my contribution to later generations is only some obscure poems, which add a little comfort to the poetry of the late Tang Dynasty. Compared with the national heroes or famous ministers in history, I must be dwarfed by the sea of people.
But in all dynasties, there are indispensable people like me who are small and naked, worried about the country and forge ahead.
It is they who will sing and win no matter how dark the situation is, even if they don't know whether they can triumph in their hearts, they are still obsessed with smashing a bright road for the people.
The country will live forever thanks to the merits of the child.
In 851 A.D., my wife died, and in 858 A.D., we were reunited.
When the lotus leaves are born, spring hates life, and when the lotus leaves wither, autumn hates them.
I know that I am in love for a long time, and I look forward to the sound of the river.
Traveling alone in Qujiang in late autumn
This is my masterpiece.
The autumn wind is bleak, and my eyes are full of gloom, just like my withered body that is about to reach its limit.
I walked along the riverbank and looked back on my past life in the cool breeze:
When I was young, I was willing; Linghu father and son want to accept me for their own use, and it is natural to repay me for their kindness; The political situation is chaotic, and it is reasonable for me to travel for the country.
In the dust of the world, I would rather love and hate. "I always remember.
But after a long time in the red dust, this world is not so small, but big and empty, big and lonely, and big and cold.
Because I'm too small, busy but I can't shake the rules of the world, or even change the slightest bit of the world.
When I am discouraged, I also hope that someone can really care about me, accompany me, encourage me, and support me?
Suddenly I thought of the lotus pond at home, it should be full of decay, it was really a prophecy back then.
Immediately afterwards, a shadow appeared in the memory, giving the depressed scenery a warm yellow.
yes, I'm not homeless.
I have been able to stay adrift and travel for many years because I always have a place to return to my heart.
But after all, I am ashamed of my wife, she is tired of hard work. I have been frustrated in my life, but the number of times I have been with my wife and children is only a handful, causing them to suffer from worries and longing.
Du Fu once said: "I pity the little children from afar, and I don't remember Chang'an." "It's painful to think about.
I am worthy of being a son, a brother, and even an official, but I am incompetent as a husband and father.
If I could do it all over again, I would definitely spend more time with them in my limited life, rather than letting them repeat the mistakes of my childhood.
As I stood by the river, I understood that love and hatred were not vain, but would live forever in heaven and earth, and would not disappear even if the gods were destroyed.
They exist in my heart, in my poems, and in the rushing river.
End. Li Shangyin's life can only be described by a poem by Li Bai: "If you want to cross the Yellow River and ice Sichuan, you will climb the snow-filled mountains in Taihang." ”
Before kindergarten, he had no father to do, and as the eldest son, he could only help others copy books and pound rice to subsidize the family. Poverty and frustration made him extremely insecure, and he did not give up on himself because of this.
Follow my cousin to read **, the splendid chapter is at hand, and the words written are also iron paintings and silver hooks.
I also wanted to be proud of the spring breeze and be high-spirited, so that the whole family could be prosperous.
I also want to be ambitious, serve the country, and be a clean official without being scolded.
Even if he failed in his life, he never forgot his ideals in the wind on the road.
Life in the world, unsatisfactory things out of ten**. Sighs, complaints, sorrows, pains, and regrets, but this is a vast and detailed life.
The setbacks I have encountered in my life have all been resolved with Li Shangyin's poems. Mr. Yip Ka Ying said.
Mr. Ye Jiaying's life is also full of ups and downs, chewing life as a lotus seed. But she used Li Shangyin's poems to ** the soul, redeem the soul, and became "the last celebrity in China".
Li Shangyin would rather be sober and miserable than numbly get by. In case of unevenness, express your heart, feel warm and tender, and live life into poetry - bitter and sweet.
He used his stories and poems to tell us that although life is as bitter as a song, we can grasp the main theme of our life.