Li Bai's story is within 100 words.

Li Bai (AD 70 1-762), a native of Zhangming County, Mianzhou, Sichuan Province, was a great poet in the Tang Dynasty. Most of his poems reflect the magnificent natural scenery of the motherland, express his love for the motherland and his pursuit of freedom, and sharply criticize the political corruption at that time.

The story book "Iron pestle grinds into a needle" is like this: It is said that Li Bai did not study hard when he was a child and gave up halfway. One day, on the road, I saw an old woman grinding an iron bar and said that she would grind it into a needle. Li Bai was moved. He studied hard and finally made great achievements. This is the story of "the iron pestle is ground into a needle".

Li Bai asked a teacher

In his later years, Li Bai was politically frustrated. With a melancholy mood, he traveled to Xuancheng, Nanling, Shexian (in Anhui), quarrying and other places, writing poems, drinking and roaming famous mountains and rivers.

One morning, as usual, Li Bai was buying wine in a hotel on the street in Shexian County when he suddenly heard someone ask in the woodshed next door, "Old man, how can you pick so much firewood at your age?" Where do you live? "

The answer is hearty laughter. Then, I heard someone shouting:

"Selling at a negative salary, selling wine in the west.

Excuse me, where is home? Go through the clouds into the jade! "

Li Bai was surprised. Who is this? Unexpectedly, I sang such a touching poem casually! He asked the bartender, who told him: This is an old man named Xu Xuanping. He hates the government, sees through the secular world and lives in seclusion in the mountains, but no one knows which mountain he lives in. Recently, he often travels around here. Every day at dawn, he saw Chai Jin Town with flower spoons and bamboo sticks hanging on the firewood. He drank while selling firewood, and when he was drunk, he sang poems along the way. Passers-by think he is crazy.

Li Bai thought: Isn't this the same "poetry idiot" as himself? He turned to go out at once, only to see the old man on the street bridge. Although he walked very hard, Li Bai couldn't catch up anyway.

Catch up with the small bridge, cross the bamboo forest and bypass the tributaries of the river. Li Bai is so tired that his back aches and his legs ache. By the time he looked again, the old man had already disappeared. Li Bai sighed: "I really met a fairy!" "

He lifted his robe and hurried on, but he still didn't see the old man and had to come back disappointed.

That night, Li Bai couldn't sleep, recalling that he hadn't made many real poetry friends except Du Fu for most of his life. I didn't expect to meet such a poet today, but the opportunity can't be missed. I have to find him!

The next day, Li Bai waited at the gate of Chai Caohang until sunset, and there was no trace of the old man.

On the third day, the fourth day, I failed every day.

On the fifth morning, Li Bai picked up the hip flask and set off with dry food. He made up his mind that if he couldn't find the old man, he would die in the mountains here.

Over the hill full of wild flowers, across the swift stream, through the thorns, for more than a month, I still haven't seen the shadow of the old man. Li Bai is a little discouraged. At this moment, he remembered his mother-in-law who used an iron pestle to grind needles when she was a teenager. My mother-in-law put it well: "As long as you have the determination, the iron pestle is ground into a needle." If you want to find the old man, it depends on your perseverance. Thinking of this, Li Bai tightened his belt, gritted his teeth and walked on. Tired, lie on the rock and sleep for a while; When you are hungry, pick a handful of wild fruits to satisfy your hunger; When you are addicted to alcohol, you can have a nice drink with a hip flask.

That night, the sunset glow dyed the sky red, and the clear spring and the bamboo set each other off, which was particularly beautiful. Li Bai misses the old man so much that he can't enjoy the scenery. He dragged his tired body and limped to the foot of Ziyang Mountain near Huangshan Mountain. Turning the mountain pass, I saw a boulder standing in front of me, which seemed to be engraved with words. Li Bai forgot his fatigue and jumped on him to identify him carefully. Oh, it turned out to be a poem:

"Thirty years of seclusion, built room nanshan.

Play with the bright moon in the quiet night and drink Biquan at leisure.

The woodcutter sings on the ridge, and the valley birds play in front of the rocks.

I don't know how old I am, but I forgot the year of Jiazi. "

After reading it three times in a row, Li Bai lost his voice and cried, "Wonderful! Wonderful! What a fairy voice! " I thought to myself: when I see the old man, I must worship three times and ask for advice. Although I have been dealing with poetry for decades, it is really the first time for me to appreciate this poem with the fragrance of wild flowers.

He turned around and saw a pile of rice lying on the flat ground next to the cliff stone. It seems that it must be Lao Xu Man Xuanping. Li Bai simply squatted aside, enjoying the scenery in the mountains, while waiting for the old man to harvest food.

When it was dark, Li Bai suddenly heard the sound of knocking from the foot of the mountain. He looked inside and saw a boat rowing on the river below, and an old man with a flowing beard stood at the bow and paddled. Li Bai stepped forward and asked, "Excuse me, old man, where is Xu Xuanping's home?"

It turns out that this old man is Lao Xu Man Xuanping whom Li Bai is looking for. Last time I saw Li Bai wearing a royal robe, I thought the court sent someone to ask him to be an official, so I never wanted to go to Shexian again. Unexpectedly, this person actually followed. At this time, the old man glanced at Li Bai, pointed to the fence with his finger and casually replied: "A bamboo pole at the door is Xu Weng's home!" "

Li Bai looked up at the lush mountains and asked, "There are bamboos everywhere. Where can I find them? "

The old man looked at the dusty and sweaty guest again and asked, "Are you ..."

"I am Li Bai." Say, a deep yi.

The old man froze: "Are you Li Bai? Are you Li Bai? "

Li Bai quickly explained his purpose.

Hearing this, the old man arched his hands and said, "Oh, you are a poet today! I am just a drop in the sea of poetry. How can you find a drop of water from this sea for advice? Really unworthy, unworthy! " Say that finish, prop up the boat and walk back.

Li Bai grabbed the old man's sleeve and begged, "Old man, it's been three months. I've been looking for you everywhere, and I finally met my teacher. Can't you send me back? "

Li Bai's sincere words touched the old man's heart. The two men looked at each other for a long time, and the old man suddenly grabbed Li Bai and jumped into the boat.

Since then, people often sit on the big bluestone beside the stream with the white old man, drinking and reciting poems, whether in the morning glow or in the afterglow of the sunset. Laughter and the noise of the waterfall blend together and are sent hundreds of miles away with the stream. ...

Today, when many tourists come to Huangshan Mountain, they always like to follow the gurgling stream to trace Li Bai.

Did you get a look at him? Passing Hutouyan, there is a huge stone engraved with the word "drunken stone" under the singing string spring. Legend has it that Li Bai and the old man enjoy the mountain scenery here, drinking and reciting poems. They often use nearby spring water to clean wine glasses, so this spring water is called "cup-washing spring".

Rong Lin collects and arranges.

Li Taibai jumped on the moon.

In front of the Confucius Temple in Nanjing, there is a Wende Bridge. According to the elders, the moon stood at the bridge head and looked at the water on the fifteenth day of the winter moon. The shadow of the moon reflected in the water was just divided into two halves: one on this side of the bridge and the other on the other side.

Why does the circular shadow of the moon split in half? Here is a story.

According to legend, Li Taibai, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, once came to Jinling (now Nanjing) and stopped at a restaurant next to Wendeqiao. It happened to be the fifteenth day of the winter moon. In the evening, he sat alone in the restaurant enjoying the moon, drinking and reciting poems. Li Taibai likes the moon best in his life. He says the moon is clean and beautiful. That night, he looked up and saw that the moon in the sky was white and round. He was very happy and had a few more drinks. In the middle of the night, Li Taibai took the opportunity of moving and went downstairs to Wende Bridge. As soon as he stepped onto the bridge, he looked down and suddenly saw the moon fall into the water. With the flow of the river, several black lines were added to Bai Yue's shadow. Li Taibai was drunk at this moment, thinking that the moon was polluted by the river. He didn't take off his boots, opened his hands and jumped off the bridge to catch the moon. Who knows this jump, the moon didn't catch it, but it broke the moon in the water and split in two at once. -the story is handed down like this. Later, people built a platform next to Wende Bridge, which is said to be the place where the great poet Li Taibai enjoyed the moon.

Zhang Zichun and Du Guozhen are collecting and sorting around them.

Taibaijia

One year, winter just arrived, and the cold was biting. Li Bai who lives in Caishiji often goes to a hotel on the street to buy drinks. This shop is run by a rich man named Lu, and everyone calls him boss Lu. Although this boss Lu is kind to people on the surface, he is cruel in his bones! Several bartenders in his family (those guys in the hotel) were tired to the end and he kicked them out.

On this day, Li Bai walked into the hotel again. Lying in a chair, boss Lu twisted his beard and squinted at Li Bai with mirth. It occurred to him that the poor poet had left Kyoto for several years, and he might have spent almost all his money with him. I remember that Li Bai was greeted with a smile when he first entered the store, and he often came and went in the future. He can't squeeze out much oil and water, and his face looks ugly every time. He advised the bartender to ignore Li Bai, but the bartender poured wine for Li Bai enthusiastically: before leaving, he also poured a big pot of wine on Li Bai. This time, nothing can be cheaper than Li Bai! He stood up, strolled to Li Bai's side and said with implication, "The eaves of the shop are too low and the wine pool is too shallow to stand the Hanlin Academy, which was set up in the early Tang Dynasty to gather some literary talents to serve the court. ) such a big hip flask! "

Li Bai knows that the money he gave last time was enough to buy several drinks. Now seeing the appearance of boss Lu, I don't want to argue with him, so I took out the last piece of silver from my pocket and threw it on the counter. "bang!" Shocked and shocked, boss Lu's eyes were dim, his face was covered with dark clouds, and a smile appeared: "You don't know the bottom of the river, I didn't expect so much money for drinks." He turned to the bartender and said, "Quick, change money for adults!" " "

Li Bai waved his sleeve: "Forget it, don't look for it, come back next time!" " "Lu boss narrowed his eyes and said," yes, yes! " "

The next night, Li Bai came again, and the bartender poured him a pot of wine. On the third and fourth days, Li Bai visited every day. Boss Lu is impatient. He counted the money left by Li Bai, and it will be almost the same in another month. He persuaded the bartender with sweet words and secretly poured water into Li Bai's flagon.

Li Bai took a few sips and felt that the taste was not strong, and he didn't say anything. In the future, every time he came, boss Lu assembled the wine with great interest and poured it for Li Bai himself, but secretly added twice as much water. Day after day, Li Bai was as if nothing had happened. Later, boss Lu simply poured a pot of cold water on Li Bai. Thinking it was wine, Li Bai happily returned to the boat, picked up the hip flask and poured it into the cup. When he smelled it, it smelled wrong. Take a sip and spit it out! You can tell at a glance that it is a muddy river. He was very angry and wanted to argue with the shopkeeper. On second thought, I didn't talk to such a person! But this is the only hotel in Caishiji area. Ask him for charity, not to mention! Even in front of the emperor, Li Bai doesn't want to condescend, let alone such a villain attached to the front (money)!

In the dead of night, he tossed and turned to sleep restlessly; I want to write some poems, but I can't. Over the years, wine has formed an indissoluble bond with him. After drinking a pot, he temporarily forgot his sadness; See the foggy world clearly. But now, in this bleak quarry, there is not even the only wine that can relieve him! "Hundred Poems of Li Bai Fighting for Wine", without wine, you can't write a poem. He sighed, listening to the sound of raindrops falling under the eaves, and his heart was breaking.

One day, he wandered by the river and passed a hut. An old man with gray temples nodded and smiled at him and warmly invited him to sit in the house. As soon as he entered the door, the old man bowed to Li Bai: "Thank you for saving my life!"

Li Bai stood still, wondering what had happened. The old man complained with tears: "My name is Ji, and my hometown is Youzhou. There was a famine that year, and my wife and I took our children up the mountain to peel bark. Suddenly, two big white tigers jumped on me and ate my wife. My children and I were scared out of our wits. Fortunately, my husband just wandered there and killed two tigers with one arrow, so my father and son survived. "

Li Bai suddenly remembered and quickly lifted the old man up and said, "Nothing, nothing."

The old man said, "Over the years, in order to repay my kindness, I have been secretly following you. I can't enter the palace except when you are in Kyoto. From Jinling to Luzhou, from Xuancheng to quarrying, I have been following you, fishing and firewood. "

Li Bai burst into tears, grabbed the old man's hand, shook it and asked kindly, "Where's the child?"

The old man casually pointed: "Well, helping in the hotel."

Li Bai was about to tell the old man that boss Lu used water as wine. The old man interrupted him: "I have listened to the children." What can a man like that do? ! "Say that finish, he took out a big jar of wine from the room. "Come on, fairy, please have a good drink!" The old man patted his chest. "I will cover all the drinks you drink in the future!" "

Li Bai was too happy to know what to do. He has been drinking for several days, and he rushed out at once. He couldn't wait for the old man to take the food, so he picked up the cup and drank it down. Drink, drink, get drunk. Squinting his eyes, he stumbled to the "Lian Bi Desk" outside the door and asked someone to take a pen. Knowing that Li Bai's poem was coming, the old man quickly handed in the prepared pen, ink and paper. Li Bai looked at the rolling river. Bloody sunset, pen, wave:

The Yangtze River splits the Tianmen Peak like a giant axe, and the green river flows around the island.

The green hills on both sides are neck and neck, and a boat meets leisurely from the horizon.

The old man stretched out his trembling hand, picked up the cursive script with wet ink, ran back to the hut and respectfully stuck it on the wall.

Since then, this ordinary hut has come to life. Passers-by, firewood collectors and fishermen all want to come in and look at the poems on the wall. Some copy, some recite, and a word spreads. Someone came to Wan Li to enjoy this poem. Someone asked who wrote it, and the old man always gave a thumbs-up and proudly said to everyone, "It's the handwriting of the poet Li Bai! He drank my wine and wrote such a good poem! "

Hearing this, people from all over the world rushed here, sat down and drank two cups, savored this intoxicating wine and enjoyed the artistic conception created by the poet ... I don't know from which day, the old man opened a hotel, day and night, in addition to brewing wine for Li Bai, he also used it as a hard work for tourists to wash away the dust along the way.

Since then, the store number of "Taibaijia" has been displayed.

Boss Nalu heard that the old man surnamed Ji has excellent brewing skills and prosperous business. Full of unhappiness. In addition, the bartender has been to Taibai Liquor's house, which makes his hotel deserted, and fewer and fewer people drink, making him blow his beard and stare. Think about it, there's nothing I can do. I had to ask the servant to visit Li Bai by the river with a few big treasures and two jars of wine. The purpose is to ask him to write a poem for himself to support the scene.

Li Bai saw the purpose of boss Lu at a glance and waved at him: "Your wine pool is too shallow for me to drink!" " With a wave of his hand, he told the boatman to sail, only to see a little bamboo pole, and the boat gently left the riverbank and headed for the middle of the river.

Boss Lu was as anxious as a cat on hot bricks, hoarse and shouting: "Fairy, fairy, stop, have something to say, say it!" After running a few steps, I tripped over a stone and plopped down on the beach.

Soon, Lujia Hotel closed, but Ji Laohan's "Taibaijia" business was booming.

A year later, the old man died unfortunately. Li Bai was so sad that he spilled wine into the Yangtze River and cried for three days and nights. He also wrote a poem in memory of the old man.

The old spring will be brewed in Ji Minruo's grave.

Who will the wine be sold to on a night without Li Bai?

It can be seen how deep the friendship between Li Bai and the old brewer is!

For thousands of years, many hotels, large and small, along the Yangtze River have always taken "Taibai Liquor Home" and "Taibai Heritage" as their shop numbers and written them on the doorways with cloth to show their true feelings for the great poet Li Bai.

Rong Lin collects and arranges.

Li Xiangting chanted peony.

Li Bai, a great poet in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, has been chanting peony in Chenxiang Temple for thousands of years. It is about one day when Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty and Yang Guifei were in Chenxiang Temple to see peonies, and the singer Li Guinian led a group of children to play the piano and sing. Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty said to Li Guinian, "Why do you sing old words to Yan Fei? Tell you what, ask Li Bai to write new words. " Li Guinian rushed to the famous restaurant on Chang 'an Avenue to look for it. Sure enough, Li Bai was drinking with several literati and was as drunk as a fiddler. When Li Guinian conveyed the imperial edict to him, he fell asleep with his eyes slightly open and half closed.

The imperial edict was wrong, so Li Guinian had to let his entourage immediately drag Li Bai to the front of the temple, and several people helped him and pushed him to the front of Emperor Xuanzong of Tang Dynasty. Seeing that Li Bai was drunk as mud, Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty asked the minister to help him rest on the jade bed and ordered someone to bring the hangover soup. Yang Guifei had her noodles sprayed with cold water. Lying on the jade bed, Li Bai stretched out his foot to Gao Lishi and asked him to take off his boots. Gao Lishi was helpless and had to squat down to take it off for him. After a hurry, Li Bai woke up from a drunken dream. Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty told him to write poems to amuse himself. Li Bai smiled and picked up a pen. In less than one time, he wrote three words in a flat tone:

( 1)

The clouds miss clothes and flowers and guests, and the spring breeze blows open the threshold to show off China.

If Yushan didn't see her, it would be Yaochi meeting under the moon.

(2)

A red dew is fragrant, and the rain is heartbroken.

Excuse me, who looks like Han Palace? The poor swallow leans against her new makeup.

(3)

Famous flowers fall in love and laugh like kings.

Explain that the spring breeze is infinitely hateful, and the agarwood pavilion is northward.

These three poems were written interactively by Peony and Yang Guifei. Flowers are people, people are flowers, and people's faces are smooth and harmonious, just like Montien's. From the structural point of view, the first song was written from space and introduced to the Moon Palace in Yuen Long. The second song was written at that time and was introduced to the balcony of King Xiang of Chu and the court of Emperor Cheng of Han Dynasty. The third song returns to reality, pointing to Chenxiang Temple North of Tang Palace. With the first spring breeze and the third spring breeze, they echo each other from afar.

The first sentence of a song reminds me of the imperial concubine's clothes when watching clouds and the imperial concubine's jade capacity when watching peony flowers. The next sentence, Revlon, further dyed the peony flowers in the crystal dew, making it look delicate and charming, making the face more spiritual. The next two sentences imagine ascending to the fairy world such as Yushan, Yaotai and Yuegong where the Queen Mother lives. These landscapes can only be seen there, and Yang Fei is actually compared to a girl in the sky.

The second song points out that King Xiang of Chu is a heartbroken goddess and a peerless beauty in front of him. Besides, Zhao, the queen of Emperor Han Cheng, still needs new makeup. She is beautiful in front of her eyes and doesn't need powder. It's all natural and amazing. Here, the goddess and Zhao Zheng are depressed.

The first sentence and the second sentence in the third song combine Peony, Yang Fei and Xuanzong. This beautiful country should refer to Yang Fei, and the "spring breeze" in the third sentence is synonymous with the king.

Tang Xuanzong was very satisfied with this poem. Later generations fabricated that Gao Lishi took off his boots because of Li Bai's orders and thought that he was humiliated. He said that Li Bai used Feiyan to despise Yang Fei's obesity and her adultery with Feiyan, which was not reliable.

Li Bai's fishing poems

It is said that Li Bai once went to the Prime Minister's office to volunteer: "Fishing for Li Bai at sea." The Prime Minister asked with a smile, "Sir, what is the hook line for fishing giant ao in Lincang?" Li Bai said, "Take the bright moon as the hook and the rainbow as the line." The prime minister asked again, "What do you use as bait?" Li Bai said loudly, "Just use the most disloyal scholar-officials in the world as bait." The prime minister's hair stood on end when he heard this. Thousands of years later, Su Dongpo commented on Li Bai's "playing like a bosom friend and treating him like dirt". His fishing theory of turning the tide and deterring small groups brought Li Bai's chivalry, courage and high feelings to the extreme.

Venus is too white to enjoy secular life.

Venus was called Taibai in ancient China. When it appeared in the East in the morning, it was also called Qi Ming, Xiaoxing and Star, and when it appeared in the West at night, it was also called Chang Geng and Dawn. Because it is bright and can arouse the imagination of ancient people in China, there are many legends about it in our country.

In Taoism, a local religion in China, Taibai Venus is one of the core members, and its theoretical position is second only to Sanqing (Taishang Laojun, Yuanshi Tianzun, Tian Tong's founder). At first, the Taoist goddess Taibai Jinxing was a goddess wearing a yellow skirt, a cockscomb and playing the pipa. After the Ming Dynasty, her image became an old fairy with a child's face and hair. She is often instructed by the Jade Emperor to monitor the good and evil in the world, and is called the Western Patrol. In China's classical novels, there are many legendary stories of Venus Taibai, which shows his popularity. In the popular The Journey to the West, Taibai Venus is a nice guy who has dealt with the Monkey King many times.

Among many legends related to Venus, the most legendary one is about Li Bai, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty. Legend has it that Li Bai was born in an unusual way, but his mother dreamed that Taibai Venus fell into her arms and was born, so she was named Li Bai, with the word Taibai. After growing up, Li Bai has some "immortals". He roamed the world, learned Tao and sword, drank good wine in Ren Xia and laughed at the prince. In his poems, the imagination is "holding the moon in the sky", and the momentum is like "how the water of the Yellow River moves out of the sky", which is unparalleled. Li Bai enjoyed the reputation of "fallen immortals" in the dynasties, and was later honored as "immortals in poetry".