At the beginning of his life, Lu's plan was to go to a famous school and worship famous teachers, so at the age of 65,438+00, he went to Jiangnan to learn from literary masters and Confucian classics masters.
After learning something, he went to Chang 'an and was recommended by Assistant Minister Zhongshu to work for his uncle Deng. He was appointed as a librarian. Rich in books, Lu took advantage of his work and read widely, benefiting a lot.
Wang Deng often praises others: "This is mine".
The first stage of Lu's life was to be a librarian and poet happily in Chang 'an. The early poems were impassioned and full of lofty sentiments eager to make contributions.
But it didn't last long. With the unfortunate death of King Deng, Lu lost the patron of the imperial court.
Later he was transferred to Yizhou. Lofty and unsociable, he once wrote a poem "Giving benefits to government officials":
A bird flew from Beiyan to Xishu. ..... Don't drink stolen spring water.
It's like saying to officials, I despise being here with you.
Worked for three years and went to Luoyang to live.
After drinking, Lu improvised the famous "Ancient Meaning of Chang 'an", which was magnificent and wrote the prosperity of Chang 'an.
There is a saying that "I would rather be a mandarin duck than a fairy", which has been quoted countless times by later generations. We often hear that "only admire mandarin ducks but not immortals" comes from this poem.
"Flying around and attacking people" was later cited by Lu You as "the fragrance of flowers attacks people, and it suddenly warms up". It is said that the name of Hua Xiren in A Dream of Red Mansions came from this.
However, the other two lines in the poem, "The sky rises in the Liang family's painting pavilion, and the golden stems of Emperor Gaozu are straight out of the clouds", were identified as insinuations by Wu Sansi, the nephew of Wu Zetian, and he threw Lu into prison.
Once brilliant? The beautiful boy, wearing fresh clothes, is angry with the horse, because the disaster from heaven has begun his second half of life.
For the rest of his life, he spent half his time seeking medical treatment and half his time waiting for death. His poems are full of sadness.
After being fished out of prison by relatives and friends, he fell ill and got wind disease. The disease tormented him day and night until he was unable to walk, half of his body was paralyzed and his hands and feet were curled up.
He described himself as "haggard, full of gibberish, curled up into a ball, with four withered branches, missing facial features, hair falling off and balding ..."
There are almost no human figures.
On his deathbed, he wrote five sad articles, sad hard, sad poor, sad past, sad today, sad life. How desperate a person should be to write so much sadness.
Year after year, Lu was terminally ill, and day after day, Lu was fed up with this fate.
He built himself a grave, often lying in it, with the intention of dying.
Finally, one day, while he was still climbing, he climbed to the river with difficulty, turned over and ended his game with God.
Before he threw himself into the water, he wrote a poem "Explaining Diseases":
..... "The eastern suburbs are alone in this unicorn pen, and the western hills are hidden in this phoenix.
Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead. ……"
There is no difference between people like me living and dead.
Some people say that in this world, some people lie in the mud and watch life crush themselves.