Bai Juyi

Also known as Wen, Bai Ershier, Baiwengong, Po Chu-i, Letian, Xiangshan jushi, Zuiyin xiansheng, Bai fu

Chinese poet of the Tang Dynasty (772-846)

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Bai Juyi (772–846) was a male poet, writer, Buddhist monk, and calligrapher from the Tang dynasty. Born in Xinzheng, he held the academic degree of jinshi and died in Luoyang. His native name is 白居易, with the courtesy name 樂天 and the art name 香山居士. He was a citizen of the Tang dynasty and is described in the Old Book of Tang and the New Book of Tang.

His notable work includes the Song of Everlasting Regret. Other listed works include 說盡心中無限事, 白樂天詩解, 白居易集, 白孔六帖, and 鳌頭歌行詩諺解. He wrote in Chinese.

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Person · Open Library

Born: 772
Died: 846
Works: 112

Top works

說盡心中無限事
白樂天詩解
白居易集
白孔六帖
鳌頭歌行詩諺解

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Music · MusicBrainz

Type: Person
Gender: Male
Country: China
Active from: 772
Active to: 846

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Listeners · Last.fm

Listeners: 3
Total plays: 4

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Recent publications · Crossref

5 total works indexed

Reproducible, interactive, scalable and extensible microbiome data science using QIIME 2
· 2019 · cited 20,845x
Observation of a new particle in the search for the Standard Model Higgs boson with the ATLAS detector at the LHC
· 2012 · cited 6,794x
The PRIDE database and related tools and resources in 2019: improving support for quantification data
· 2018 · cited 6,714x
Observation of a new boson at a mass of 125 GeV with the CMS experiment at the LHC
· 2012 · cited 6,658x
Pathological findings of COVID-19 associated with acute respiratory distress syndrome
· 2020 · cited 6,640x

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Quotes

“言者不知知者默此語吾聞於老君若道老君是知者缘何自著五千文”
“I am lucky not to have such bad habits. I only indulge myself in drinking wine and writing poetry. I am indeed indulgent, but what harm will that do?”
“I set my eyes on the green mountain, and let my hair grow white.Who knows how many years I have left to live in this world?From now till the end of my life, there are only days of leisure.”
“I lay my harp on the curved table,Sitting there idly, filled only with emotions.Why should I trouble to play?A breeze will come and sweep the strings.”
“For ten years I never left my books;I went up ... and won unmerited praise.My high place I do not much prize;The joy of my parents will first make me proud.”
“And I today ... by virtue of what rightHave I never once tended field or tree?My government-pay is three hundred tons;At the year's end I have still grain in hand.Thinking of this, secretly I grew ashamed; And all day the thought lingered in my head.”