The reason why Fan Xian became an immortal poet
In " Celebrating Years," Fan Xian did not become a poetic immortal. In the novel, Fan Xian was only praised as an immortal poet by the people of Jingdou because he wrote a few poems after getting drunk. In the novel, the poems that Fan Xian wrote after getting drunk were: - "Climbing High": The wind is strong and the sky is high. Apes howl and mourn. Birds fly back to the clear sand on the island. Endless trees fell, and the endless Yangtze River rolled. Wanli sad autumn often visit, a hundred years of illness alone on the stage. Difficult bitter hate frosty hair, down and out just stopped muddy wine cup. - "Will enter the wine": Do you not see the Yellow River water from heaven, rushing to the sea and never returning? Haven't you seen the bright mirror in the high hall sad white hair, like black hair in the morning and snow in the evening? Life is full of joy, do not let the golden cup empty face the moon. Heaven gave me talent, I will be useful, thousands of gold scattered to come back. Cook sheep and slaughter cattle for fun, and drink three hundred cups at a time. Master Cen and Dan Qiusheng are about to drink. Don't stop drinking. I'll sing a song with you, and I'll ask you to listen to it for me. Bells, drums and jade are not expensive, I hope you will not wake up after a long time of drunkenness. Since ancient times, sages and sages have been lonely, and only those who drink leave their names. Once upon a time, the king of Chen held a banquet in Pingle. He drank ten thousand taels of wine and laughed at will. Why did the host say that he was short of money? He had to buy it directly and pour it to you. I'll go out and exchange my five-streaked horse and thousands of gold fur coat for good wine, and I'll share my eternal sorrow with you. - "Dreamwalking Tianmu Yin farewell": Haike talk about Yingzhou, smoke waves faint letter difficult to find. The Yue people said to Tianmu that the clouds might be visible. Tianlao day to the sky horizontal, potential to conquer the five mountains to cover the red city. The 48,000-foot-high platform was about to fall to the southeast. I want to dream of Wu and Yue, and fly across the mirror lake moon in one night. The moon on the lake shines on my shadow and sends me to the stream. The place where Xie Gong lived is still there, and the green water ripples like clear apes crying. Wearing Xie Gong's clogs on his feet, he climbed the blue cloud ladder. On the other side of the wall, you can see the sun in the sea, and in the sky, you can hear the rooster. Thousands of rocks, thousands of turns, the road is uncertain, lost flowers leaning against the stone suddenly dark. Bears roar and dragons roar in the deep mountains and deep forests. The clouds are green, and the rain is about to fall. The water is pale, and there is smoke. The sky was broken by thunder, and the hills collapsed. The stone door of the cave opened with a roar. The sky was vast and boundless, and the sun and moon shone on the golden and silver platform. Neon as clothes, wind as horses, clouds as kings come down one after another. The tiger played the lute and the phoenix turned back to the carriage. The immortals lined up like hemp. Suddenly the soul palpitates and the soul moves, suddenly gets up and sighs for a long time. I only feel the pillow mat at that time, losing the haze that has always been there. The same is true of the pleasures of the world. Since ancient times, all things have flowed eastward. When will you come back? I'll put you on the white deer green cliff for the time being. I'll ride to visit the famous mountains when I have to go. How can you bend your brow and bow your waist to serve the dignitaries, so that I can't have a happy face?