Collect the poet s story and introduction! The story of a poet who creates a poem

The origin of scrutiny.

Jia Dao of the Tang Dynasty was a famous bard poet. What is a minstrand? It is for a poem or a word in a poem, and it does not hesitate to spend effort and effort.

Jia Island once spent a few years writing a poem. After the poem was written, he burst into tears, not only happy, but also distressed himself. Of course, he didn't work so hard every time, and if he did, he wouldn't be a poet.

Once, Jia Dao rode a donkey on Chang'an Suzaku Street. It was late autumn, and the golden wind was blowing and the leaves were fluttering, and the scenery was very charming. Nanjima was happy and groaned"Fallen leaves are full of Chang'an"Come.

But after thinking about it, this is the next sentence, and there has to be an upper sentence. He thought about it for a long time, and as he rode forward on the donkey, he chattered about it. There was a ** coming over on the opposite side, and he kept ringing the gong to open the way.

The gong rang loudly, and Jia Dao was stunned and didn't hear it. That ** is not someone else's socks, it is Jing Zhaoyin, who is the mayor of Chang'an City in terms of today's position. His name was Liu Qichu, and he was very angry when he saw Jia Dao coming over.

Jia Dao suddenly had inspiration and shouted: "The autumn wind gives birth to Weishui." Liu Qichu was startled, thinking that he was a madman, so he was arrested and locked up overnight.

Although Jia Dao suffered a lot, he chanted a poem "Remembering Wu on the River":

Fujian set sail, and the toad regained its loss.

The autumn wind gives birth to Weishui, and the fallen leaves are full of Chang'an.

It was the night of the party, and it was a thunderstorm and cold.

Lan Yuhua has not returned, and the news is cloudy. ”

Jia Dao suffered a loss, but he still doesn't have a long memory. It didn't take long for him to ride a donkey into the official road again. He was pondering a poem, that is, "The monk pushes the moon down the door".".

But he felt that it was not appropriate to push, so it was better to knock it well. His mouth was full of thought. Unknowingly, he rode a donkey into the honor guard of the senior official Han Yu.

Han Yu was more cultured than Liu Qichu, and he asked Jia Dao why he was trespassing. Jia Dao made a poem of himself, but he couldn't decide whether to use "push" or "use" in one of the sentences"Knock "Good things are said again." When Han Yu heard this, he laughed and said to Jia Dao:

I think it's better to use 'knock', in case the door is closed, how can you push it open? Besides, it's good to guess other people's houses, it's night, and it's polite to knock on the door! Jia Dao listened and nodded repeatedly.

Not only was he not punished this time, but he also made friends with Han Yue.

Since then, scrutiny has become a common word used to make a popular word, used as a metaphor for pondering and considering repeatedly when making an article or doing things.

Lu You and Tang Wan were originally cousins, but after tying the knot, they were harmonious and affectionate.

I feel it deeply. However, due to Lu You's downfall, Lu's mother was angry with Tang Wan and forced Lu You to rest.

Wife. It was difficult to disobey his mother's fate, so Lu Tang had to marry according to his own rules. Years later, they.

happened to meet Shen Yuan, relatively speechless, secretly sad. Tang Wan obtained the consent of her husband Zhao Shicheng.

After that, he served Lu You wine and food. Lu You recalled the past, mixed feelings, and then put pen to paper in the garden.

On the powder wall, a poem "Hairpin Phoenix" is written: "Red crisp hands, yellow wine, the city is full of spring and bridges."

Palace wall willows. The east wind is evil, the joy is thin, a sorrow, and a few years away. Wrong! Wrong! Wrong!

Spring is as old as ever, people are empty and thin, and tears are red and transparent. Peach blossoms fall, idle pond pavilion, mountain league though.

In it, the brocade book is difficult to support. Mo! Mo! Mo! Tang Wan cautiously pointed to the words, sad and irrepressible, accompanied by tears.

The words are a word, and the affection is poignant. Word cloud: "The world is thin, people are evil, and the rain sends dusk flowers."

Fall. The wind is dry, the tears are remnant, the desire to write about the heart, and the monologue is oblique. Hard, hard, hard. Person.

Becoming each, today is not yesterday, and the sick soul is often like a swing. The horn is cold, the night is cold, I am afraid of people asking questions, and I am happy with tears and makeup. Hide, hide, hide. (Therefore, the word was discovered later, so there is a non-Tang.)

Wan did what he said). Soon after, Tang Wan died of depression. And the lonely Lu You, in the torment of national ruin and emotional injury, has gone through a long 85-year life road.

Later generations left 10,000 chapters. Many of these poems were written when the poet visited Shen Yuan repeatedly in his later years.

The remembrance of the wide celery, such as: "The dream of breaking the incense for forty years, Shen Yuan Liu Lao does not blow cotton." This body.

Walking as a mountain soil, it is still hanging a trace."