Original poem:
"Don't move big" Tang Dynasty: Gao Shi
Like a bird, she still flapped her wings and felt sorry for herself, leaving Beijing for more than ten years.
A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks?
Precautions:
1, Dong Da: Dong, a famous pianist of Tang Xuanzong. Ranked first among brothers, so it is called "Dong Da".
2, fat: dim.
Jun: It refers to Dongda University.
Explanation:
Thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, the sky and the sun are dark, and the north wind is blowing snow.
Don't worry about having no friends ahead. Who doesn't know you in the world?
About the author:
Gao Shi was a famous frontier poet in the Tang Dynasty in China, and was called "Gao Changshi" in the world. His works were included in Gao Changshi Collection. Gao Shi and Cen Can are both called "Gao Cen". Their poems are vigorous and full of the unique spirit of the times in the prosperous Tang Dynasty.
Extended data:
The object of farewell is the famous pianist Dong. During the prosperous Tang Dynasty, Hu music was popular, and few people could enjoy such ancient music as the lyre. At this time, Gao Shi was also very frustrated, often wandering around and in a bad situation. However, in this farewell poem, his cheerful attitude and heroic style make his farewell speech passionate and inspiring.
Write down the scene in front of us roughly: the north wind roared, the yellow sand and Li Qian covered the sky, and it was so gray everywhere that the clouds seemed to turn yellow, and the bright sunshine was now indifferent, just like the afterglow of the sunset. It was snowing heavily, and the geese flew south neatly. In this bleak and magnificent environment, the poet bid farewell to the musician who was stunted but unappreciated.
The author's encouragement to friends: don't worry about not meeting bosom friends. Everyone in the world doesn't know you, Dong! How loud and powerful the words are, full of confidence and strength in comfort, inspiring friends to struggle and struggle.
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