"I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the pipa and humming. Nobody in the forest knew me, but my partner Mingyue." -This is that all his worries in "Bamboo Groves under the Moon Covered with Yin Hui" are empty and complacent; "Clouds, when I look back, are behind me, fog, when I enter them, they are gone"-this is his swan song in front of the magical Mount Zhongnan ... However, did it stop there?

"Birds are not poor, full of autumn scenery. Going up and down Huazigang, how embarrassed? " -This is the bleak Huazigangding in autumn. Looking back at the dust of the past, everything that nature can touch, everything that has seen all the mountains and rivers, is still buried in the deepest part of my heart, which embodies my whole first half of my life's full of blood and Qian Qian's grief.

Men are in the world, who doesn't want to make contributions? Who doesn't want to go down in history? Who doesn't want to learn something useful? However, in the end, he chose to retire. It is true that his poetic art will eventually be remembered by future generations, but is this really what those people with lofty ideals who "cultivate their own morality and govern the country" are willing to do?

Didn't you see "Woo ..." sung by Wang Wei in his early years ...

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Wang Wei's seclusion has its decadent tendency of passive seclusion. However, in the feudal dynasty where the monarchy dominated everything, it was only a humble and gentle resistance after all. It seems that it is the only noble feeling of ancient literati to stay away from the filthy and chaotic world and spend their lives in the moonlight.