Bashan Night Rain Record·li Shangyin Biography

I have so many talents, but I have never opened my arms in my whole life. This article tells the life of Li Shangyin, a poet of the late Tang Dynasty. [Nalan Perspective Copywriting] Shang Yin: Today, when Emperor Kangxi asked me to write the New Year's greetings for the "End of the Year" New Year's greetings, which read, "Everything is harmonious, the new energy is constitutional and majestic; the civil and military forces are majestic, the feathers are clear and the hope is clear." I thought of you, a dynasty that has been far away from the Qing Dynasty where I live for a long time - you of the Tang Dynasty, you who should have shined. During your tenure, many memorials for senior officials and shogunate staff were ghostwritten by you. You followed the orders of your superiors, and I followed the orders of Emperor Kangxi. We are all the same. They are all the same. You started to get involved in politics when you were a teenager. You were involved in the "Niu-Li Party Struggle" and ended up in your official career. My ups and downs in the "Mingsuo Party Struggle" were eventually tolerated by Emperor Kangxi as a warning to the pearl. They are all the same. Your last poem is about lotus flowers, and my last poem is about "Opening the Night." I miss you so much, but fortunately I have someone to rely on. You and the singer Zhang Yixian seem to be wrong but not wrong, and seem to be separated but not separated; I and the famous prostitute Shen Wan know each other and cherish each other throughout my life. You, sometimes you are extremely calm and cold, sometimes you are romantic and write without a title. No one can understand my Nalan's concerns, but only I can understand your Li Yishan's concerns: You know, I pay tribute to you in my words, constantly using and dismantling your allusions; you know, the kindness of knowing and meeting is inherently cold, the love of close friendship is inherently lonely, and what I hope for and ask for is ultimately unsatisfactory. We know that Yishan poetry is like a lotus left to be blown by the wind and rain, beautiful and clear but confusing; Nalan poetry is like a thousand tents of lamps burning and sighing, the heart is mottled but no one does not love it. If Yishan knew it, when would he fall into a dream? Chengde is by the Lushui Pavilion, looking forward to the Yishan greetings. No matter how old he is, he is willing to waste his time and energy. ——Nalan Chengde ——Spring of the twenty-fourth year of Kangxi [Reading instructions] 1. The chapter begins with "The Death of Nalan Rongruo" and "Flashback Nalan Burning Words to Sacrifice Mount Yi, Walking Alone at Night and Returning to the Blue Sky" as the leading narrative technique to lay out Li Shangyin's achievements, regrets and charm in Nalan's eyes (new scenes, not written letters). 2. Next, the main text will formally describe Li Shangyin's life. Entering the Tang Dynasty, Li Shangyin appeared on the scene, Niu and Li party disputes began, and Shangyin's reputation changed suddenly. What is gratifying is that Shang Yin has many connections: the singer Zhang Yixian who really loves him and often secretly helps him, Linghu Fu (Balang) who really loves him but insists on competing with him, the talented Wen Tingyun (Feiqing) who really loves him but is afraid that his ugly appearance will scare him, and Du Mu (Muzhi) who really loves him but misunderstands and gives him poems to flatter him. 3. Finally, echoing the opening chapter, breaking the deadlock of Nalan's Ci, and revealing together with everyone: the root cause and answer to Li Shangyin's "many poems are untitled, and it is always difficult to mention what is on his mind". 4. Long-form + mystery and suspense + pure ancient + historical drama 5. The manuscript is being saved, the certificate has been saved, and the report has been filed 6. After the article is published, it will be updated daily at 12 noon every day. Little angels, please collect it. Intention: Throughout his life, Shang Yin had many untitled poems, and it was always difficult to mention his thoughts.