Travel through time and space and meet Du Fu.
Travel through time and space and meet Du Fu.
Look down at the watch on your wrist: "Well, it's already twelve o'clock! Is it over? Why can't I find what I want? . . . . . "I looked at this book on pins and needles. It was thicker than Ci Hai, and the handwriting was a little yellow. I found this book from my grandfather's bookcase which I treasured for many years. The whole book is about Du Fu. It is said that this book was left by Du Fu in those days, which is similar to his autobiography. After a long time, all kinds of legends came out. Some people also say that this book has the magic of traveling through time and space, but this is just a legend and can't be trusted. "Why can't I find it? Strange. " When I was turning the pages, suddenly, my head felt dizzy. In a blur, I saw the book floating in the air, rotating at high speed and shining brightly. Then, a huge whirlpool appeared, and I gradually lost consciousness. ......
A vast land with white clouds, but the ground is full of trees burned by war ... this is what I saw after I opened my eyes. I walked around aimlessly, looking at the scene before me.
Suddenly, a voice came into my ear from a distance. "Two orioles sing green willows and a row of egrets rise to the sky." Isn't this a poem by Du Fu? I followed the sound curiously. .....
The sound came from a thatched cottage. After I walked over, I couldn't find the source of the sound. Plus, I'm tired, so I sit on the stone bench and rest. After a while, the voice rang again, sonorous and powerful, or Du Fu's poem. Although I was exhausted, I couldn't help getting excited when I heard the sound. I can't wait to get close. This time, I finally found the source of the sound. I saw a gentleman sitting on a stone bench, looking into the distance, reciting poems and writing poems. I stepped forward and asked, "Excuse me, are you Mr. Du Fu?" "Exactly. What's the trouble? " Obviously, Du Fu had some doubts, but he asked kindly and humbly. I hid my excitement and said, "I just want to talk to you." Well, I mean, if you're not busy. " "Wars are frequent and people live in poverty. I have nothing to plant and nothing to do. What can I do? " Alas. . . "Then, a long sigh." Actually, you don't have to worry. Don't you still have your poetic world? ""Yes, now only in poetry can you speak freely and write your own thoughts, which is the happiest and has a feeling of being there, "he sighed.
"The feeling of being there. . "Suddenly, a picture described in a poem came into my mind,",,,,, "The creator has given all the mysterious natural grace here, and? A day immediately enters dawn and dusk .. layers of white clouds, cleaning up the gully on the chest; The flat bird flew into the eye socket. Once you climb to the top of the mountain and peek, you will see that other mountains are short under the sky ... "I seem to see the lush mountains of Mount Tai, which are endless in Qilu. Fog fills the air, as if out of reach, like a fairyland where immortals live.
Du Fu sat there, his hands casually on his knees, silently watching the Millennium migration. Peach blossoms in front of the thatched cottage are intentional, and flowers bloom and fall. On the edge of the thatched cottage, Huanhuaxi is affectionate and gurgling.
I said goodbye to him and left thoughtfully, leaving him alone. Perhaps, I have gained a lot from this trip! ~