"There are also typical heartless people. Why don't I know who they are?" Li Shu looked at Zhu Ping'an, her lips slightly parted, and asked curiously.
"This person is hiding very deep. I am afraid of scaring you if I tell you." Zhu Pingan smiled slightly, his eyes full of confidence.
"I don't believe it, please tell me." Li Shu closed the poem in her hand and smiled at Zhu Pingan.
"I guess you won't believe it even if I tell you. After all, he has successfully deceived people for hundreds of years." Zhu Ping'an curled up the corners of his lips and said with a soft smile.
"Oh, tell me, come and listen." Li Shu's curiosity on her pretty face added a little more, she looked at Zhu Pingan and urged.
"He is." Zhu Ping'an deliberately lengthened his voice and whetted his appetite before saying slowly: "Li Bai."
"Li Bai?"
Sure enough, Li Shu was surprised when she heard this. A surprised expression appeared on her pretty face, and she didn't quite believe her ears.
There were no singers, film and television stars in ancient times, but poems and lyrics filled similar gaps. For most girls, "the wine went into the intestines, seven parts turned into moonlight, the remaining three parts roared into sword energy, and half of it was spit out"
Li Bai, who lived in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, was their super idol.
Now I suddenly heard that my idol turned out to be a typical heartless person. The surprise brought by this subversive statement is difficult to describe in words.
"Don't try to coax me with such nonsense." Li Shu turned her watery eyes to Zhu Ping'an and said softly.
"I have evidence." Zhu Pingan raised the corners of his lips, "Li Bai is the most famous heartless man in history."
"What evidence?"
Li Shu leaned forward and widened her eyes curiously. Could it be that Zhu Pingan had really found out about Li Bai, but why had I never heard of it?
Zhu Pingan smiled slightly, his thick eyebrows were also smiling, his dark eyes rolled slightly, with a bit of a bad feeling, and he said slowly:
"Poets have sent poems to each other since ancient times. In the Tang Dynasty, Du Fu 'fell in love at first sight' with Li Bai, who was more than ten years older than him, in Luoyang, the eastern capital, and they traveled together. Just as Du Fu said in his poem "Looking for Fan Shi and Living in Seclusion with Li Twelve Bai"
"Drunk and sleeping together in autumn, walking hand in hand during the day", the two of them would go to the same bed and cover themselves with the same quilt after drinking too much, and they would play hand in hand during the day, which shows their affection."
"Since then, Du Pu has been loyal to Li Bai. No matter when they were apart or together, he wrote poems for Li Bai. He wrote a total of fourteen poems. When he visited Kyoto in the second year, he wrote "Gift to Li Bai" (Five Jue) and traveled together.
At that time, he wrote "Looking for Fan Shi and Living in Seclusion with Li Twelve Bai", in spring he wrote "Remembering Li Bai in Spring", in winter he wrote "Winter Pregnancy with Li Bai", and when he was leaving, he wrote "Gift to Li Bai" (Qijue),
I haven't seen Li Bai for a few days and wrote "Missing" (Missing Li Shengjiu). When I was dreaming, I also dreamed of Li Bai and wrote "Dream of Li Bai Er". When I was drinking, I thought of Li Bai who wrote "The Song of the Eight Immortals in Drinking". When I was drunk, I thought of Li Bai and wrote "The Song of the Eight Immortals in Drinking".
"Su Duan Xue Fu's Banquet Jian Xue Hua's Drunken Song", even when bidding farewell to other friends, Li Bai did not forget to write "Send Confucius Chaofu to thank his illness and return to Jiangdong, and also present it to Li Bai". When Li Bai was exiled, he wrote "The End of the World"
"Remembering Li Bai", "Twenty Rhymes to Li Twelve and White", in his old age, he still missed the time when he was young and traveled with Li Bai, so he wrote "Travel in the Past" and "Remembering""
"The fourteen poems reveal passionate feelings between the lines, and they are all about friendship and admiration for Li Bai. They can be said to be brilliant in writing and full of literary talent. Among them, there are many "Bai Ye's poems are invincible, his thoughts are floating and unparalleled", "The pen falls with surprise"
Wind and rain make poems weep for ghosts and gods, 'Old friends come into my dream, knowing that I will always remember each other', 'Li Bai wrote a hundred poems, went to sleep in a restaurant in Chang'an City, the emperor called and couldn't get on the boat, and claimed that I was the immortal in wine'.
A famous saying for centuries."
"Du Fu wrote so many poems for Li Bai, which can be described as unparalleled infatuation. But as for Li Bai, Li Bai wrote "Gift to Wang Lun" to Wang Lun and "I heard that Wang Changling moved to the left and Long Biaoyuan sent this message" to Wang Changling, which is not half as good as Du Fu's.
Money relations. Du Fu took care of Li Bai, but Li Bai took care of Wang Lun. Du Fu took care of Li Bai, but Li Bai took care of his youth. Although Du Fu had hundreds of poems, they were not as good as Wang Lun’s love words. Looking at the fourteen poems sent by Du Fu, Li Bai’s conscience
Won’t it hurt?”
Zhu Ping'an raised the corners of his lips, quoted scriptures, and talked eloquently.
The little maid Baozi listened, nodded repeatedly, and looked at Zhu Pingan with an unclear look, feeling that what her uncle said made sense.
"Hey, you know how to talk nonsense. If an old scholar hears it, he will definitely be bloodied five steps away from you. Let's see if you still dare to make up the ancients."
Li Shu listened attentively at first, but after listening to a few words, she couldn't help rolling her eyes. After listening to the next sentence, she couldn't help but smile. Her lips slightly opened into a smile. After hearing this, she couldn't help but spit, and she couldn't help but sigh.
.
Of course, the spit here is not real spit, it just expresses emotion, just like the coquettish "I bah" of a modern beauty. It is cute and tight. In the Dream of Red Mansions, Lin Daiyu and Jia Baoyu coquettishly said this several times, a bit like
It's flirting.
"I'm not lying, there are all evidences to prove it. Of course, you will have to pay back sooner or later if you go out to hang out. Later, Li Bai also met Meng Haoran, a betrayer. Oh, by the way, Meng Haoran was also more than ten years older than Li Bai. Li Bai traveled to Xiangzhou
(now Xiangfan City) met Meng Haoran and admired him endlessly. Like Du Fu, Li Bai also wrote many poems to Meng Haoran, roughly as many as five. When they met for the first time, he gave Meng Haoran a "Gift to Meng Haoran", "I love Master Meng, romantic"
Tian Xia Wen was outspoken and straightforward in expressing his admiration for Meng Haoran; he climbed the mountain to pay homage to the Buddha, and also wrote "Sending Meng Haoran to the Mountain on a Spring Day" to Meng Haoran to express his friendship; he bid farewell to Meng Haoran and went to Guangling, writing "Send Me to the Yellow Crane Tower"
"Meng Haoran's Guangling", among which "The old friend bids farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and the fireworks descend to Yangzhou in March" is even more famous for generations; later, he wrote "Huainan to Meng Haoran in the Snow", "Visiting the Beihu Pavilion in Liyang and Looking at the Wawu Mountain", which is famous for generations.
Meng Haoran will never forget it."
"As a result, Meng Haoran only wrote "Farewell to Wang Wei". I wonder what Li Bai felt about it."
Zhu Pingan shrugged and said with a smile.
The little maid Baozi naturally looked at her uncle with an unclear expression, and she thought that his uncle was really knowledgeable.
"Jing Huihun said, which one is like what you said. People's pure friendship is as bad as you said. Besides, it's not like Li Bai has never written poems with Du Fu. Li Bai wrote "Send to the Sand Dune City" to Du Fu.
There are two poems: "Du Fu" and "Send Du Fu at the East Stone Gate of Lu County", and there is also a limerick of "A Play to Du Fu"." Li Shu's big, watery eyes that were looking forward to and sultry, glared hard at Zhu Pingan, and she was full of coquettishness.
"Li Bai wrote hundreds of poems about drinking wine, one poem for a glass of wine, but he only wrote these three for Du Fu, that is, the emotions of three glasses of wine. It's really true." Zhu Pingan smiled and curled his lips.
Chapter completed!