In addition to writing poems well, what other talents does Li Bai have?

I think the best poem written by Li Bai is "I am born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when she is gone." This poem comes from Li Bai's "Will Enter the Wine", which means that since God gave birth to me, it must be useful to me, and the money will still come back when it is exhausted. It fully reflects Li Bai's high optimism and perception of life.

This poem has been used until now, and it is also very instructive, with 360 lines, and the line is the champion. Everyone has their own things to do, as if God had arranged it. Workers, peasants, teachers, doctors, ......From all walks of life, everyone has chosen the right industry for them.

Of course, there are people who have gone through hardships and hit walls everywhere when choosing an industry, and it is understandable. Only after experiencing ups and downs, will there be a good goal, how can life have smooth sailing, as long as I firmly believe that I am born to be useful, persist in going, not afraid of failure, will be successful.

For entrepreneurs, investment failure is a normal phenomenon, do not be discouraged, to firmly believe that the daughter will come back after dissipation, as long as the choice of the goal is correct, it is reasonable, you must be bold to do it. When the time comes, the benefits will follow.

In short, I am born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when I am gone. This is the best poem Li Bai has ever written, looking at everyone in this dynasty to have this optimistic realm, indomitable spirit, then everyone will have a successful career.

One of the best poems written by Li Bai is "The Death Song".

Original text: Dapeng Fei Zhen Eight Descendants, Zhongtian is not strong.

The aftermath of the wind is agitated for eternity, and you Fusang hangs on the left side.

Later generations have passed on this, who is the one who is dead!

Translation: Dapeng flies and vibrates the eight poles, and the heavens are overwhelmed. Although it is destroyed, the rest of the wind can still stir up eternity, swim in Fusang and hang on the left wing; Although the strength is not enough, future generations can pass on this deed, but there is no Confucius in the world, who can cry for my destruction?

Appreciation: "Dying Song" is Li Bai's long song to cry; In the form of the text, it can be regarded as Li Bai's self-written epitaph. Throughout his life, Li Bai had lofty ideals, but was also very persistent in his ideals, and pursued his ideals all his life.

This "Deathbed Song" allows us to see that when he reviews and summarizes his life, he reveals his incomparable nostalgia for life and deep regret for not being able to make the best use of his talents. After reading this poem, I will think about it in a trance, and I will feel that the poet seems to have really turned into a big peng flying in the nine heavens, and the small branch will not be able to hang it after all, it will soar on the eternal canopy of heaven and be admired by future generations.

Writing background: This poem is Li Xun's rebellion against Suzong, was eliminated, Li Bai was implicated, was sentenced to exile in Yelang (now Guizhou Province), was pardoned and released on the way, and traveled back and forth in Xunyang (now Jiujiang, Jiangxi), Xuancheng (now Xuancheng, Anhui) and other places. In the first year of Dai Zongbao (762 AD), he died of illness in Dangtu County, Anhui Province.

In 762, the first year of Baoying, the 62-year-old Li Bai was recuperating in Dangtu, and in the winter, he was seriously ill. In November, he died of "Dying Song". Buried in Longshan, Dangtu County, Ma'anshan City, Anhui Province.

I love this sentence very much.

You don't see Bai Gao Tang Ming Spiegel Du sad white hair.

Towards the green silk twilight into snow

Will enter the wine [Tang Dao] Li Bai.

You don't see, the version of the Yellow River.

The water comes up from the sky, and it flows to the sea without power.

Revert. You don't see it, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk.

Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon.

I am born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when I am gone.

Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle for pleasure will require 300 cups of drink.

Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, will enter the wine, and the cup will not stop.

Sing a song with you, please listen to it for me.

The bells and drums are not expensive enough, but I hope that I will not wake up after being drunk for a long time.

The ancient sages were all lonely, and only the drinker left his name.

In the past, King Chen feasted peacefully, and fought wine for ten thousand years.

What is the owner's words, he has to sell the right gentleman.

Five-flowered horses, daughters and daughters, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell eternal sorrow with you.