At the beginning, Qin Shi Huang traveled to my home

What's the point of loving or not? What if someone misunderstands you?

But what he said is true. It is normal for intellectuals to have their own idols.

"Meng Haoran, you are being modest. Who doesn't know your name?" Lu You said with a smile. "Your poems and Li Bai's poems each have their own style."

Gao Shi also nodded, "Indeed."

"Until 727 AD, Senior Meng Haoran, who had been looking for a job in vain, finally got an opportunity to display his talents.

Because in this year, Emperor Xuanzong of Tang, Li Longji, included poetry and prose in the Jinshi examination.

So Senior Meng Haoran confessed his love to Senior Li Bai and rushed to the capital to take part in the imperial examination.

This is also your first time to take the imperial examination, Senior Meng Haoran."

When Meng Haoran heard this, he smiled bitterly and said, "Little Immortal, I failed the imperial examination." He had always been confident that he could pass, but the result was nothing. He had already seen through it now.

Although I didn’t win, the result is different now.

But if the little fairy had not appeared, what would he be like afterwards?

The ancestors in front of the sky were helpless. In fact, it was normal to fail the imperial examination, and the imperial examination was not an easy thing.

"It really didn't hit the mark," Li Wu nodded, looking at Meng Haoran with sympathy, and even angered Emperor Xuanzong of Tang, Li Longji.

"When you first came to the capital, you were full of vigor and vitality. At a poetry meeting at the Imperial College before the exam, you impressed everyone present with the line 'Light clouds fade the Milky Way, sparse rain drops on the parasol trees', and no one dared to write again.

As a result, Mr. Meng Haoran, you also entered the most popular circle of poets during the Kaiyuan period.

The famous prime minister Zhang Jiuling, the poet-Buddha Wang Wei and the future seven-character quatrain master Wang Changling who was preparing for the exam all became good friends of you, Mr. Meng Haoran. However, after the exam results were announced, the result was shocking. You, Mr. Meng Haoran, did not pass, but your good friend Wang Changling passed the imperial examination.

Just when Senior Meng Haoran, who had failed in the exam, was preparing to pack up and return to his hometown to continue his seclusion.

Your good friend Wang Wei has once again created for you an opportunity that ordinary people only dream of.

At that time, Wang Wei, who was the Minister of Music, could enter the palace freely.

Before we leave, I would like to take you, Senior Meng Haoran, to the palace to see the world.

As a result, he happened to meet Emperor Xuanzong of Tang, Li Longji, who came to express his condolences.

Emperor Xuanzong of Tang had naturally heard of your great name, Senior Meng Haoran, a long time ago, and also knew that you had some literary talent, so he asked you to compose a poem on the spot.

So Mr. Meng Haoran wrote a poem

"Returning to Nanshan at the End of the Year", one of the lines, "the wise ruler abandons me because of my incompetence", seemed to be a complaint about the emperor. When Emperor Xuanzong of Tang heard it, he was unhappy.

There was no place for you, Senior Meng Haoran, to stay, so this great opportunity became a stumbling block, and you were therefore sent back to Xiangyang to continue your seclusion, and your official career was cut short from then on."

Li Wu looked at Meng Haoran with sympathy, but who knew that this would anger Emperor Xuanzong of Tang.

Meng Haoran pursed his lips and remained silent. What the immortal said had not yet happened.

However, Meng Haoran also felt that his luck was a little bad. He was sure that he had never complained about the emperor. He would not dare to do so even if he had a hundred times the courage.

Li Longji in front of the sky curtain had a bad look on his face. This Meng Haoran was very brave. But it was none of their business now. He had long been sidelined and became the emperor emeritus.

As for why he is still alive, he is the emperor after all, it is impossible to kill him, right?

He could only be imprisoned in this palace, and Li Longji got used to it. He lived a life of drunkenness and dreams every day, and sometimes felt indignant in his heart. Wasn't he a good emperor?

He devoted his life to the Tang Dynasty. Wasn't it he who brought about the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty?

The Anshi Rebellion had not even happened yet, but he was already being blamed. How could this be justified?

Even if Li Longji was angry, there was nothing he could do. Everyone wanted him to abdicate. If he didn't abdicate, what would be strange about the death of an emperor?

With the support of his ancestors, he had no choice but to abdicate.

Even though he repeatedly assured himself that he would not make any mistakes, it was still of no use.

In the barrage, our ancestors were discussing whether this poem by Meng Haoran was in the hands of the emperor.

Sky

"In 792 AD, Senior Meng Haoran left the capital and traveled to many places, writing poetry with many good friends.

However, Mr. Meng Haoran still wanted to become an official, so in 734 AD, you went to the capital for the second time to seek an official position. Naturally, you were unsuccessful, so you returned to Xiangyang.

Han Chaozong, the governor of Xiangzhou, admired you very much, Mr. Meng Haoran, so he invited you to a banquet and wanted to recommend you to the court.

However, Senior Meng Haoran, you thought about the fact that your previous trip to the capital to seek an audience with Zhang Jiuling was fruitless, so you thought that Han Chaozong would naturally not allow you to become an official, so you did not go.

Later, Senior Meng Haoran, when you passed through Jiangxia, you met Senior Li Bai again at the Yellow Crane Tower.

Senior Li Bai wrote a poem "Farewell to Meng Haoran at the Yellow Crane Tower" to send you off."

Meng Haoran laughed, "I didn't expect Brother Taibai to write a poem about the Yellow Crane Tower for me."

He had seen "Three Thousand Miles from Chang'an" played by the immortal before, and he also knew Brother Taibai's obsession, wanting to write a better Yellow Crane Tower than the one written by Cui Hao, but he didn't know whether it had been done.

Senior Tianmu Li Bai just smiled bitterly. It is undeniable that Cui Hao's Yellow Crane Tower was indeed well written.

He could not help but recite in his mind: The ancients have gone away on the yellow crane, and only the Yellow Crane Tower remains here. The yellow crane has gone and will never come back, and the white clouds have been floating in the sky for thousands of years...

The barrage also discussed Cui Hao, Li Bai, movies, Gao Shi and others.

"It is so perfect, the old friend bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and went to Yangzhou in the moonlight of March. The lone sail disappears into the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River is seen flowing across the horizon," Lu You stood up, put his hands behind his back, and recited the poem.

"What a good poem! Brother Taibai is worthy of being called the Immortal Poet," Meng Haoran nodded with satisfaction.

Many people in the barrage compared Li Bai's Yellow Crane Tower with Cui Hao's Yellow Crane Tower. Some thought Cui Hao's was better, while others thought Li Bai's was better.

They couldn't make any conclusion from the argument. Later, Li Bai said in the barrage that his Yellow Crane Tower was indeed not as good as Cui Hao's. He was really shocked after reading Cui Hao's Yellow Crane Tower. It was very well written!

But I’m not bad, am I?

Li Bai dared to admit that the other party was better than himself, and he even wanted to make friends with him.

When Cui Hao saw Li Bai's comments, he just smiled and shook his head. Naturally, he admired Li Bai more. Li Bai was recognized as the Immortal Poet by all the immortals. He was much more famous than himself both in the Tang Dynasty and in later generations.

I think there are far more people who remember Li Bai than Cui Hao, and he also envies Li Bai.

"Of course, I've already said that Senior Li Bai's words are as good as half of the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

Senior Li Bai is a top figure in the poetry circle and has never fallen. As you can imagine, he is very well-known. Almost everyone who has read books knows about these two seniors. "Other poets may not know or remember them, but if you don't know Li Bai and Du Fu, then there is really nothing to say.