Collection of Huaxia: the beginning of the inventory of the top ten ancient figures

Li Bai acted as if he hadn't heard of it, he was still drinking wine on his own, the courtier looked at Li Bai helplessly, and was about to call someone over, but when Li Bai was forced to leave, Li Bai stood up unsteadily from the boat.

"The wine is gone, and the poems will be completed. What's the hurry?"

Li Bai's steps were swaying, his drunken eyes were hazy, and his words were intermittent, but there was a bit of sobriety in them.

And these words are also very arrogant.

It just echoed Du Fu's sentence: Li Baidou's hundred poems on wine.

"Hahahaha, how crazy! Damn it, I wasn't born in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, so I can't compete with Li Taibai, even if I lose, I'm willing!!"

"I already have a little inspiration, pick up a pen and write a poem!"

"Worthy of being a representative of the atmosphere of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, just this one sentence is already crazy and heroic enough!"

"How can someone who can sing "I am a madman from Chu, Feng Ge laughs at Kong Qiu" be too bad?"

Everyone in the live broadcast room looked at the endless barrage, and their eyes were a little bright.

The barrage of these people has a literati air, not to mention they also know that there are many big names in the literary world who may be watching the live broadcast.

"Damn it, why do I feel like the barrage in front of me is like my teacher."

"Who is your teacher in front of you?"

"Stop talking, I feel like the second sentence is my teacher, I'm a little flustered, I haven't written the homework he assigned me yet."

"Hahahahaha, the previous one, I guess your teacher has already seen it!"

In a certain dormitory, the students saw their mobile phones light up just after posting the barrage.

There is a red dot in the text message, click in, it is the teacher's text message.

Invincible and ferocious teacher: homework, time limit tomorrow morning, write it to me after reading "Collection"!

The students were crying, good guy, didn't we promise tomorrow afternoon?

in the screen.

Li Bai followed behind the minister and came to the palace.

Tang Xuanzong sat in the pavilion, and several basins of clear water had been prepared under the pavilion.

Li Bai staggered to Tang Xuanzong, covered his face with water, and then wrote.

On the Baiyu Bridge, the elderly Li Bai stared at the middle-aged Li Bai, then raised his head and sighed.

He turned around and paused for a step, then walked forward without hesitation.

Lin Yi stood behind Li Bai and asked, "Shixian, don't you care about the past?"

Li Bai stopped in his tracks.

"I care, that is the moment I care most about in my life."

Li Bai turned around, with a little loneliness in his eyes.

He was proud all his life, from practicing swords when he was young to traveling later, his literary name spread far and wide in every inch of land in the Tang Dynasty.

However, his travels and his literary name are all for his ambition.

However, he failed to achieve it.

"Xie Gong can come back from the east mountain, but I, Li Bai, can't come to Chang'an again."

Li Bai looked at Ji Dong with a bit of helplessness in his eyes.

Ji Dong looked at Li Bai and smiled.

"Then, does Shixian regret it? After traveling for more than 20 years, I got this pride."

Li Bai looked at Ji Dong seriously, then smiled lightly.

There was a bit of relief and pride in this smile.

"nature."

"You must be happy in life, and don't let the golden bottle face the moon."

"I've earned something from my travels, and I can enter the Holy Palace for a look, so what regrets?"

Li Bai turned his head and laughed heartily, he walked forward while laughing.

However, there is still a bit of loneliness in this smile.

Everyone looked at Li Bai's back, feeling a little lonely in their hearts.

"Hey, does he regret it? He definitely doesn't regret it, but he must feel uncomfortable in his heart. Although he was relieved to give the money back, he still didn't let it go with himself. He has been looking for an opportunity to make contributions to the country all his life. .”

"Looking at Li Bai's back, he was obviously smiling, but I felt that he was crying. In the end, he rebelled with Yong Wanglin, but Yong Wanglin failed. It is a pity that a generation of great poets died of illness. .”

"Is the next scene going to be giving back the money? This is too painful for Li Bai. Everyone thinks it's a good thing to give money, but for Li Bai, giving money is still a very painful thing. "

"He originally thought that he could achieve a great career, but fate tricked people. Tang Xuanzong admired Li Bai, but he didn't let Li Bai's talent shine more brightly outside of poetry. It is clear that his scare Manshu has shown his bold talent."

"Fate makes people, besides this sentence, I really don't know what to say."

People sighed, looking at Li Bai's back in the live broadcast, and at the same time, they also had some expectations in their hearts.

Don't let this amazingly talented poet suffer the pain of giving money back again.

Lin Yi followed behind Li Bai, and Li Bai strode forward. As he walked forward, various scenes continued to appear on both sides of the Baiyu Bridge.

After being given back the money, Li Bai began to roam around and married Zong Chuke's granddaughter.

There were festive candles in the bridal chamber, and the bride and groom paid their respects to each other, but Li Bai walked straight past without looking at him.

After marrying the Zong family, Li Bai still likes visiting immortals and visiting Taoism.

He lived in seclusion on Lushan Mountain, and then joined Li Lin's army and became a staff member.

Later, Li Lin was defeated, and Li Bai was implicated and exiled in Yelang, and he came back only after being amnesty.

Li Bai looked at the left and right sides of the Baiyu Bridge, and everything seemed to be not enough for him to stop.

Walking to the end of the Baiyu Bridge, Li Bai's eyes lit up and he stepped down the Baiyu Bridge.

He took this step very briskly, with a hint of impatience.

Everything in the past has been left behind by him, and all the years of hard work seem to have been forgotten by him.

At the head of Baiyu Bridge, everything is empty.

In his eyes, it seems that there is only the wine in front of him.

Li Bai walked to the wine jar, opened the mud seal, lifted the wine jar directly, and took a sip into his mouth.

"Good! Good wine! Good wine!"

He buried his head in the wine jar, as if he would never give up until he was drunk.

Seeing him like this, everyone's eyes were full of ambiguity.

"I used to think that Li Bai was an extremely heroic person, but now it seems that under his heroism, there is actually a hint of fate."

"Hey, he drinks to relieve his worries. He never talks about reality when he recites poems. What he talks about is immortal Taoism. Isn't it a kind of escape?"

"Facing the reality and not talking about it may really mean escaping, but it is also a relief of temper. He is so heroic and doesn't care about common names. It is indeed difficult to gain a foothold in the officialdom."

"Regardless of whether he uses alcohol to relieve his worries or something else, he is Li Taibai, a poetic fairy!"

"Hahahaha, indeed, poetic fairy Li Taibai! You are worthy of this name! But this angle has given me a lot of new understanding of Li Baishi!"

In a certain courtyard, an old man was standing at the table splashing ink.

He looked at the "Collector" that was playing on the mobile phone next to him, and then drew the scene of Li Bai walking to the Baiyu Bridge bit by bit with a brush.

"Three cups lead to the road, and one fight is natural."

He wrote on the upper left and then stamped it.