At this moment, I have awakened the eternal heroic spirit of China

Ning An didn't know all this, he was going to see the Poet Immortal, Li Bai, who was known as the exiled immortal.

A casual poet who broke all the inherent formats of poetry creation, his poems are bold and unrestrained, fresh and elegant, with wonderful artistic conception, wonderful language, clear conception, and most importantly, great romanticism.

Ning An stepped outside the circle of light, stepped into the mountains and rivers, saw the scenery that Li Bai had seen, walked the road that Li Bai had walked.

"The world's impression of Li Bai is that he is talented, a star of Wenqu, talented, and well-educated. If you want to come to such a person, you should be a gentle and modest gentleman."

"Or a chivalrous swordsman, holding a chrysanthemum to the powerful and making fun of two thousand stones. Seeing the suffering of the people, he burst into tears like rain. When the society was in turmoil and the world was in chaos, he crossed the river and swore to flow, aiming at the Central Plains of the Qing Dynasty. Draw your sword and hit the front pillar, it's hard to say a sad song."

"Li Bai, a great poet full of mystery, was full of vigor in the first half of his business. He compared himself to a roc, and wanted to save the world and prosper the world. He was imprisoned in his later years, and it was extremely miserable. Who is crying when Zhongni is dead?"

"Everyone, I think I'm used to Li Bai who is flamboyant, unrestrained, and unrestrained. Today, let's go with me to see the Li Bai who had nowhere to tell his grievances, and finally passed away with endless regrets."

When Ning An finished speaking, the audience was full of discussions, and many of them were dumbfounded.

"What's the situation? Li Bai was imprisoned in his later years? Why, I really don't know."

"I knew he was good at writing poems. Du Fu is his fan. He compares himself to a fairy. I really don't understand the rest."

"So it seems that Li Bai's old age was miserable? In fact, he never showed his political talents all his life, and was treated like a vase, thinking that he could only write poems and fu. But, maybe he can really govern the country."

"My emotions were mobilized in an instant, and I suddenly felt sad for Li Bai. Such a talented person, the final curtain ended like this. I must feel sad when I think about it."

"That's right. Nowadays, both the marketing account and the official account are crazy about Li Bai's talent, but how many people know the depression in his heart? Who will bring out his miserable experience in his later years?"

There are still people in the audience who understand, and when this is mentioned, it resonates instantly.

How tragic is it that a talented man who has been unrestrained, full of romance, and dedicated to serving the country has been imprisoned as a traitor in the end?
This year is the third year of Shangyuan.

This year, Li Bai was 62 years old.

This year, the exiled immortal who compared himself to the Dapeng left this world.

Ning An stepped into Zhenjiang in the Tang Dynasty. In a remote small courtyard, an old man with white hair was wearing a coat.

The surrounding sky was not very cold, but the old man had to wear thick clothes, as if it was difficult to resist the coldness in the air.

The old man stared blankly at the sky, his eyes were full of loss and decadence, all regret.

Looking carefully, there was still deep unwillingness and indignation hidden in those eyes.

It's just that it all turned into plain in the end.

All of that is not in the past, but forget it.

Because, he has no strength to toss, and no time to toss.

Li Bai is getting old.

After he was released and regained his freedom, he ran around and worked hard, tossing back and forth for two years, but he lived by others.

In the end, he was exhausted and tired, and returned to Zhenjiang, where he lived in extreme embarrassment.

Li Bai took refuge in his clan uncle Li Yangbing who was the county magistrate in Dangtu. Although his life was no longer as prosperous and rich as before, he could still survive.

However, is the Li Bai who has lost his vigor and vigor, is he still Li Bai?
Looking at Li Bai's appearance, Ning An suddenly showed a look of sadness and sympathy.

This is still the impassioned speech, the two of them are talking about each other, cup after cup.I am drunk and want to sleep, and I will go, the Ming Dynasty intends to bring the qin, is Li Bai in high spirits?
Is this still the Li Bai who shouted when he encountered difficulties and shouted that there will be times when the wind and the waves break, how can we be a Penghao person who is pretentious?
Is this still the Li Taibai who, in times of adversity, insists that his natural talents will be useful, and after spending a lot of money with pride, he freely says that he will come back after all the money is gone?

He eventually became Li Bai, whom no one in the world knew about me.

Ning An stepped lightly on the fallen leaves in the backyard, but did not dare to make too much noise, for fear of disturbing this poet who was about to pass away at any moment.

To be honest, Ning An never thought that Li Bai would become like this.Even though he had guessed and predicted before, he still thought lightly after all.

Li Bai, a legendary poet who is good at both the five masters and the seven masters and who is at the same level, in the heyday of Tang Dynasty, no one else can do this except him.

His poems open and close, jump and sway, and the beginning is often abrupt like a hurricane, while the middle image of the poem changes so suddenly that it is hard to find.

In his life, he eulogized countless verses of the mountains and rivers of the motherland and the beautiful natural scenery, with a majestic and unrestrained style, elegant and fresh.

The pen falls in shock, the poem becomes weeping ghosts and gods is the best evaluation of him.

Just hearing those poems, I feel as if a fairy is alive, and I will unconsciously sigh, how can there be such beautiful words and poems in the world.

What kind of person and talent is it to write such a touching poem, which makes people have endless aftertaste and stay in it.

More importantly, he is the god of Ci. Later generations always comment on Tang poetry and Song Ci, but who knows how lofty the status of Li Bai Ci is?That is an unattainable model, an idol in the hearts of countless people, and he is the first great poet in the history of literature.

Is it that such a god-like man is so downcast, so miserable?

Ning An couldn't believe it, and the audience couldn't accept it either.

Many people burst into tears just looking at Li Bai's back.

"It's really hard for me to imagine that my idol would look like this. How much grievance and suffering did he suffer to be reduced to this point?"

"Li Bai, that's a fairy, how did he become like this?"

"My fantasies about him have always been extremely beautiful, but Ning An, you have ruined my dreams this time."

"I don't know what to say, I just know that this will make my heart feel uncomfortable."

Miserable, so miserable.

If it was another person, maybe everyone would just sympathize, at most it would be a few words of comfort.

But this person is Li Bai, everything is different, everyone is inexplicably sad.

I have learned Li Bai's poems since I was a child. The words of looking up at the moon and looking down at my hometown have already been engraved in everyone's mind, even children who are babbling can recite them.

He shouldn't be like this.

Immortals should live like immortals.