One day, Li Bai did not go to school again. He wandered about the street, looked around and unconsciously arrived outside the city. Warm sunshine, cheerful bird songs and flowers swaying with the wind made Li Bai sigh, "How boring it is to study in the house all day in such good weather?"
Walking, at the door of a broken hut
An old woman with white hair is grinding an iron pestle as thick as a stick. Li Bai walked over. "What are you doing, old woman?"
"I want to grind this iron pestle into an embroidery needle." The old woman looked up, smiled at Li Bai, and then lowered her head to continue grinding.
"Embroidered needle?" Li Bai asked again, "Is it an embroidery needle for sewing clothes?"
"Of course!"
"But, the iron pestle is so thick, when can it be ground into a fine embroidery needle?"
The old woman asked Li Bai, "A drop of water can pierce a stone, but a fool can move a mountain. Why can't an iron pestle be ground into an embroidery needle?"
"But, you are so old?"
"As long as I work harder than others, there is nothing I can't do."
Li Bai was ashamed of what the old woman said, and never played truant after he went back. I study very hard every day and finally become an immortal poet.
Du Fu was so playful when he was a child that he couldn't even sit on the bench. When he was five or six, he couldn't even remember a poem. Make grandpa very angry. Under grandpa's strict discipline, Du Fu got rid of his playful habit. Studying hard, he packed a whole sack of exercise books in order to practice poetry well. After Du Fu became famous, he expressed his experience in poetry creation. That is, "Reading thousands of books, writing like a god."
Du Fu (7 12-770) was born in Gongxian County, Henan Province. He was a great modernist poet in Tang Dynasty, and was called "Poet Saint". The political enthusiasm, perseverance and open-minded optimism in his poems have long gone beyond the scope of literature and art since ancient times.
Du Fu was born into an official family, his grandfather was a court official and his father was Sima. Du Fu was ambitious since he was a child, and his most admired ancestor was Du Yu. He was a famous soldier in the Jin Dynasty, colorful, good at fighting, knowing the law, economy and engineering, and he also commented on "turning left".
Du Fu's mother died very early, and the young Du Fu lived in his aunt's house. Aunt not only teaches the child to read and write, but also takes care of his life. He and his cousin play games, write and learn painting together every day. However, a serious illness knocked down the two brothers. My aunt took good care of Du Fu and took him back from death, but my cousin died of illness. This made Du Fu sad for a long time after directing. Under the careful care of his aunt, Du Fu was as strong as an ox when he was a teenager, and he was happy all day. Pear trees and jujube trees are planted in my aunt's yard. The autumn wind in August is cool, and the pears on the tree are yellow and bordeaux. He is like a naughty monkey, constantly climbing up and down, helping my aunt pick pears and dates, laughing all over the yard.
Childhood years are brilliant and hazy, and many strange waves of life are lost in the long river of memory. However, Du Fu saw Gong Sundaniang dancing sword when he was 6 years old, and he still remembered it in his later years. "Sword" is a military dance of the nationalities in the western regions, with strong movements and warm rhythm. Gong Sundaniang was the best dancer at that time. Accompanied by powerful music, she suddenly fell from the sky, dazzling: she suddenly rose from the ground and flew into the air. At that time, the scene was empty, and the applause thundered. The short agent Du Fu was in the crowd, cheering heartily.
That gongsun is so beautiful. Years ago, he danced with swords and flaunted everywhere. "。 The audience looked depressed, and the sky and the earth moved back and forth with her movements. ..... "Many years later, Du Fu wrote poems to commemorate the scene at that time. It seems that dance, calligraphy, painting, music and poetry are interlinked. It is said that Zhang Xu, a cursive writer, made great progress in calligraphy after watching Gong Sundaniang's dance. This impassioned and frustrated dance also inspired the creative style of Du Fu's poems in the future.
Du Fu began to write poems when he was seven years old. When children write poems, they often take animals as the theme, and Du Fu sings the phoenix, the god bird. In the eyes of the ancients, the phoenix is an auspicious bird, symbolizing the prosperity of the dynasty. This seems to be an omen.
Because Du Fu's heart was devoted to the country all his life, although he was displaced from place to place, it is precious that no matter how hard his life is, no matter where he wanders, he always shines with the light of national security and people's suffering.
Luo was a famous poet in the early Tang Dynasty. He has been quick-witted and studious since he was a child. When he was seven years old, he once went to the pond to play alone because his family was busy entertaining guests. There are many beautiful flowers and plants by the pond, and there are bugs jumping around in the grass from time to time. Willow branches hang down to the water, and the breeze ripples on the water. A flock of big white geese are swimming in the pond, just like white sheep floating on the water. Your red feet paddle like paddles. King Robin likes the big white goose best. He picked up a stick and drew a picture of a white goose swimming on the ground. At this time, the family found the pond because they had disappeared from King Robin. The guests followed and saw the paintings on the ground, which were really similar. Because the guest heard that the child was clever and wanted to test him, he pointed to the white goose and asked him to write a poem. Robin dynasty thought for a moment by the water, and then he sang loudly:
White swan, white swan, bend your neck and breathe fire into the sky.
White hair floating green water, red palm pulling clear waves.
The guests were very moved and praised Wang as a child prodigy. This poem spreads like a ballad, especially among children.