I traveled through time and became a shepherd boy on the Mobei grasslands. I held a whip in my left hand to drive the sheep, and a pen in my right hand to write poems - who stipulated that nomads can only bend their bows, but cannot use poems to overturn the wind of the Tang Dynasty?
In the year of Zhenguan, I wrote on the bank of the Wei River "The wind blows the grass, but the flag is lowered", and Li Jing patted me on the shoulder and said, "This guy knows how to fight better than Hou Junji";
During the Kaiyuan period, I was drunk in a wine shop in Chang'an and wrote "A moon in Chang'an blows away ten thousand poems", and Li Bai snatched my pen and shouted "Another three kilograms of wine!";
In the Year of God's Blessing, I inscribed on the ruins of Luoyang "The setting sun melts gold and weeps for the prosperous Tang Dynasty". Behind me is the smoke after Huang Chao's uprising, and in front of me is the last sigh of the entire Tang Dynasty.
In the three hundred years of the Tang Dynasty, I rode a horse from Mobei to the south of the Yangtze River. I wrote poems about the blood of the Xuanwu Gate, the laughter of Concubine Yang, and the tears of the Anshi Rebellion.
Some people call me the "Prairie Poet Fairy", others call me a "fanatic in troubled times", but I just want to write the style from the early Tang Dynasty to the end of the Tang Dynasty into my poems - after all, I am the only witness from the beginning to the end of the three hundred years of the Tang Dynasty!
At the beginning of the early stage, he was happy, excited, and crazy... Until Wan'er died, he slowly recovered! In the early days, he had ups and downs and gradually grew.
In the middle period, he was always in a state of excitement. He made friends with his poems and fought against invincible opponents in the world!
In the later period, he went completely crazy. The era he lived in turned out to be so sad in the end!
Finally, he woke up, not from a dream, but from a sober state of mind!
