Being close to you should be said to be my wish for many years. Because of you, the soul of the Millennium pen and ink is falling. But when I came to the western suburbs of Chengdu and really approached you, my footsteps suddenly became heavy. This heaviness is not the aggregation and dispersion of thousands of years' history, but an incomprehensible confusion from the heart: is this Du Fu Caotang? This is the place where a generation of poets lived? This is the source of some of our poems?
I walked under the green bamboo curtain and felt the coolness of midsummer. The wind is blowing bamboo, and that clear sound is the sound of nature that nourishes your surging poetry? I can't imagine that you were poor and dependent, but you can build a huge bamboo forest. Perhaps this bamboo forest has only existed in your heart and in your poems. Your thatched cottage should be hidden deep in the jungle. Oh, there should be a layer of lonely light smoke.
Where have I been? Chai Men? I remember your Chai Men, which belongs to you. It should be a very humble thatched roof and a slightly skewed Chai Men, but in front of my eyes, it is clearly a magnificent black tile glazed wood building. This is not "Chai Men", but a luxurious mansion. Through Chai Men, there is a clear water stone bridge; There are banyan trees flowing green and nanmu spitting beauty. Surrounded by the shade, another hall building stands impressively, which is a big tower.
In the center of the hall is a bronze statue of you, which is extremely exaggerated in shape and the whole body is bent into a waning moon. You bowed your head and stroked your beard, thinking hard and chanting, as if all those chapters had been sung, that is, you sang half of the prosperous Tang Dynasty.
Crossing a small wooden bridge, I saw a bunch of bamboo. In the swaying bamboo shadow, a thatched roof flashed. Then I suddenly realized that I was really close to you. These are three low huts. The room was dark, and the cracks in the mud wall revealed a glimmer of light. There is a hall in the middle, a bedroom on the left, and a bed, which is already covered with thick dust. There is a simple wooden table near the door in the hall. The wooden table can't tell the color clearly, and there are pens, ink, paper and inkstones on it.
This is your thatched cottage.
I stood in front of the thatched cottage, which was surrounded by bamboo fences. You lived here in those days, and you had the helplessness of "the house at the head of the bed is leaking and the feet are like hemp", but it is also here that you shouted the strongest voice of that era: "There are thousands of spacious buildings, and the poor in the world are happy." Such a lofty mind, how can you not let the latecomers sincerely admit defeat!
I bid farewell to your thatched cottage and walked on the flower path you have walked through countless times. There is no fragrance of flowers here, and there is no interest in "butterflies are dancing all the time, and charming warblers are just crowing", but it has become a path sandwiched between two extremely magnificent ochre red walls.
It suddenly dawned on me that what I saw before, as well as the rich shrine of the Ministry of Industry and the magnificent Daya Gallery, were "masterpieces" of later generations and "compensation" for your various experiences before your death. But what worries me is that it is these "masterpieces" and these "compensations" that more or less cover up the truth and more or less lose their original charm and shock. Because sometimes, it is difficult for our eyes to restore the original state of life through historical changes.
Mr. Du Fu, was it an afterlife mistake?
1. It is the author's wish for many years to approach Du Fu Caotang. When he really approached Du Fu's thatched cottage, his footsteps "suddenly became heavy". Contact the full text and talk about why the author feels heavy.
Because the bamboo forest, luxurious house doors and open hall buildings seen by the author are all "masterpieces" of later generations, and these "masterpieces" cover up the truth of history, lose the charm and shock of the remains, and make the author at a loss.
2. "Because sometimes it is difficult for our eyesight to restore the original state of life through historical changes." What does "the initial state of life" mean?
The true face of the monument or the historical truth reflected by the monument.
3. Read N underlined sentences and think about it: Why does the author think that he really approached Du Fu at this time?
When the author saw the hut, he thought of Du Fu's hard life and felt his broad mind.
4. In paragraph P, what is Du Fu's "transcendental and lofty heart"? Please sum it up in your own words.
Du Fu's "lofty mind beyond things" is reflected in his concern for the world and people, despite his difficult situation.