Wonders of Life
Literature at it's Best
Have you heard the some of the greatest works? Are you behind in the world today? Well don’t fear! Right here on this page we have many of the latest works of poetry and some from the past. We have released those with poets such as Li Po, Tu Fu and Wang Wei. So enjoy and be happy that you have been informed!
First a little about our authors!
Born in 701, he has risen to make himself known as one of the best poets in China. He is also a painter, calligrapher, and a musician. He was captured by rebel armies and put in quite a few political offices. After the capturing of Chang'an and recapturing he was sadden by the death of his mother and grandmother. He is considered one of the greatest poets alongside with Tu Fu and Li Po. He died in 761.
Born in 712, he was a great poet who had a friendship with Li Po. They traveled together and wrote poems for a little bit until they went their separate ways. However, He failed the exam for being an adviser twice which is why he traveled. He was a Confucian. He died only last year in 770. He will be remembered.
Born in 701, same year as Wang Wei, he made himself a well pronounced Poet. He left home and traveled the land writing in 725. He was a part of the emperors court until he was expelled out. Afterwards he joined a prince and was arrested. He was pardoned and he continued to write afterwards. Some speculate that he died looking at his reflection in the water. Others think he killed himself. He died in 762.
Here are the literature works we all know and love.
Clearing RainThe sky's water has fallen, and autumn clouds are thin,
The western wind has blown ten thousand li.
This morning's scene is good and fine,
Long rain has not harmed the land.
The row of willows begins to show green,
The pear tree on the hill has little red flowers.
A hujia pipe begins to play upstairs,
One goose flies high into the sky.
Its massive height near the City of Heaven
Joins a thousand mountains to the corner of the sea.
Clouds, when I look back, close behind me,
Mists, when I enter them, are gone.
A central peak divides the wilds
And weather into many valleys.
...Needing a place to spend the night,
I call to a wood-cutter over the river.
A slip of the moon hangs over the capital;
Ten thousand washing-mallets are pounding;
And the autumn wind blowing my heart
Forever and ever toward the Jade Pass...
Oh when will the Tartar troops be conquered,
And my husband come back from the long campaign!