Emperor Qianlong devoted his life to the painstaking and lonely work, searched the intestines and scraped his stomach, wrote more than 10,000 poems, and became the person who wrote the most poems in history.
In later generations, there was a middle-aged uncle who was a martial artist, unwilling to be lonely, wearing a military uniform, and also wrote a lot of very inferior poems (limericks, called poems for the sake of seriousness).
The following is a song "You Emei Kouzhan":
The morning glow reflects the rising sun, and Fanbei is accompanied by a breeze.
The snow-capped mountains are cold for thousands of years, shining alone on Emei Peak.
The four sentences are very rhyming, catchy, simple and easy to remember, and have become a compulsory lesson for many aspiring generals who pursue progress.
This poem can be said to be a direct reflection of the mood of the commission.
In July 1935, under the supervision of the commission, after five encirclement and suppression, the Red Army fell into an unfavorable situation of defeat and passivity.
The kiss is quite pleasant, and the feeling of leisurely and leisurely comes to mind.
Although the commission moved the people, waved and struck, and the situation was getting better, so he was very poetic, so a song "You Emei Kouzhan" quietly blurted out from the oil mouth under his sighing stubble, and the guards on the side hurriedly sent a rainbow temper, saying that his poems are suitable for movement and quiet, suitable for distance and near, and far-reaching artistic conception, and will become a masterpiece that will be handed down to the world"The bird stays in the tree by the pool, and the monk knocks on the door under the moon"The quiet and comfortable leisure, but also the sense of movement and stillness contrasting with each other.
After receiving the rainbow fart, the mood was even more joyful, smiling, and the smugness that had just fallen in his heart was once again in his heart. Then I hurriedly climbed to the top and experienced it"See the mountains at a glance"'s shuangyue went.
The poems of the commission are basically written in the vernacular, and the scenery that lacks is interaction, a moment of morning glow, a moment of breeze, a moment of snow-capped mountains, and a sudden and a peak, four scenes, each independent, not closely connected, it feels like a pile of messy patterns, very similar to what foreigners say"here and there", translated into Chinese is"Flickering"Nothing more.
Although it is a work of vernacular text, it is in the poem"Anyone else, I'm the only one"'s sense of ease and pride, in the last sentence is exposed, and the image of liking to wear a trench coat and a civilized crutch shelf jumps on the paper.
However, after the defeat, the Red Army broke out of the encirclement, joined forces in northern Shaanxi, was reborn after the catastrophe, and became stronger and stronger in the subsequent struggle, and finally drove the commission into the sea and held up the final banner of victory. And under the loneliness and melancholy, he went into exile on Taiwan Island, and was depressed and hated to finally be isolated on the island, and hated for thousands of years.
The pride of the spring breeze of the micro-manipulation master has become a joke of the century, and he has gained a moment of pride, but he has buried his great rivers and mountains, which is really hateful, but it is even more sad and lamentable.
In fact, on October 1, 1949, the solemn declaration of the Tiananmen Tower had already shattered the remaining pitiful sense of pride of the commission.