What is the anti feudal significance of Li Shangyin s Untitled .

The whole poem is. Last night's stars and last night's wind, the west side of the painting building and the east of Guitang.

There are no colorful phoenix wings, and there is a little bit of clarity in the heart.

The next seat sends the hook spring wine warm, and the slot is covered with wax lamp red.

Yu listened to the drum and responded to the official, and went to Malantai to meet.

This poem reflects the author's disdain for the darkness of officialdom (the last two sentences), his contempt for utilitarianism, and his hope for the private affairs of his children, so it is an anti-feudal poem, but most of us now regard this poem as a love poem.

Similar to Li Bai's not bending his waist for the powerful, if you insist on saying that there is a point, there is also a little bit in this poem, which is manifested in the last two sentences. However, from Li Shangyin's own point of view, his poems do not have too much anti-feudal color, he is a victim of the feudal partisan dispute, and it may be more appropriate to express the injustice and depression sandwiched between the two factions, as well as the sigh of not meeting people. This is my point of view, I wonder if anyone agrees with it?

said that Li was anti-feudal, but in fact, it was an egg picking a bone, and there was no thing at all.

Li himself was also a figure in the upper echelons of feudalism, and it cannot be said that he was opposed to feudalism by expressing different opinions on a certain social phenomenon.

Li can only be said to be a feudal literati who has no ambition.

How could people in that era jump out of the box of that era in a chic way? All he wanted to express was his dissatisfaction and hope, and there was no real advice!

The theme of Untitled is the unswerving devotion to love and the deep feelings of longing.

Original text: Untitled

It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, and the east wind is powerless.

The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry.

Xiaojing but the clouds and temples have changed, and the night chant should feel the cold moonlight.

There is no way to go to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent to visit.

Appreciation: Untitled" The whole poem uses the word "farewell" in the sentence as the whole text, describing the pain of a pair of lovers parting and the thoughts after parting, expressing the extremely sincere lovesickness and parting feelings, but it also reveals the poet's political frustration and spiritual depression, with a strong sad color, extremely writing the deep and sad pain of grievance, and expressing the incomparable love and deep longing for the lover in his heart through myths and legends. The poems are integrated into the poet's personal life feelings.

Li Shangyin's Untitled Writing Background:

In the Tang Dynasty, people admired Taoism and believed in Taoism. When Li Shangyin was fifteen or sixteen years old, he was sent by his family to Yuyang Mountain to learn Taoism. During this period, he met and fell in love with Song Huayang, the daughter of the Lingdu Guannu of Yuyang Mountain, but the relationship between the two could not be known to outsiders, and the author's heart was surging with irrepressible love, so he could only remember the love with poetry and hide the topic.

As a result, the poem seems both hazy and graceful, but also affectionate and infinite. According to research, there are 20 poems written by Li Shangyin with the title of "Untitled", most of which are love poems about the relationship between the two of them. One of the most famous is "Untitled: It's Hard to Say Goodbye When We Meet".

Original text: The phoenix tail is thin and heavy, and the Biwen dome is deep at night. The fan cut the moon and was embarrassed, and the thunder of the car did not make sense. It was once lonely and dark, and there was no news of garnet red. The spotted horse is only tied to the weeping poplar bank, where the southwest is good wind.

Translation: Ayara with phoenix tail patterns is thin and heavy; The dome of the blue stripes, I rushed to sew it late at night. That encounter was too late to cover it up with a fan; But you drove by, speechless.

I once couldn't sleep because of loneliness, and I thought of even more candles; But there is no news from you, wait until the pomegranate is red. Maybe you're on the weeping poplar bank, tethered to a zebra horse; How can you wait, send to your southwest wind.