My favorite ancient poet is Tang Dynasty poet Li He . Speaking of Li He, it is estimated that many people are very unfamiliar. At first, Li He was an official in the imperial court. Later, he was given an early leave by the imperial court due to illness and was exiled to a small place to be an official. In the end, he was forced to return to his hometown and retire early. This kind of dissatisfaction is very big and emotional. He suffered a great blow, but on the way back to his hometown, he saw the emperor's tomb. They were all powerful in life, but they were overgrown with grass after death. Compared with the desolate situation after the death of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, he felt that he was not so lost, so on the way to exile, he wrote an eternal quatrain: The orchid sees off guests on the Xianyang Road, if the sky is affectionate, the sky will also grow old. From then on, this exquisite poem of his became the mother sentence imitated by poets of all dynasties. It was precisely because Li He saw the dilapidated pavilion on the road on his way home from illness. He thought that emperors had also passed this road before their death and even after death, it was overgrown with grass, as insignificant as the fallen leaves in autumn. He lamented the helplessness and impermanence of fate. Therefore, in the first sentence, he directly set off a sad scene: Mao Ling, Liu Lang, autumn travelers, and the horses neighing without a trace at night. Very good verses, so I like Li He’s style!
