Du Fu was born in a family of poetic officials in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. When Du Fu was six years old, he was full of interest in poetry and songs from watching street performers dance swords on the streets of Yancheng. Young and smart, he often went in and out of the residence of Li Fan, the king of Qi who was proficient in temperament, and his favorite Cui Di when he was a teenager, and became bosom friends with Li Guinian, a poet and musician. Du Fu, a young man, went to Chang 'an to take the imperial examination, and the result was a fiasco. But Du Fu didn't get hit and became depressed. Instead, he wrote? Between the dissolute Qi and Zhao, Qiu Ma is quite crazy, isn't she? Poetry, to express their open-mindedness, able to shrug off. At this time, Du Fu was young and full of life. He has not experienced many worldly things, nor is he aware of the pain of real life.
Shortly after failing the list, his father, who served as a county magistrate, died suddenly, which led to Du Fu's living conditions plummeting and he could only wander on Chang 'an Avenue. One autumn, it rained continuously for more than 60 days, and prices soared. In order to survive this crisis, people have to exchange clothes and bedding for food. Du Fu was very poor at that time, so he had no choice but to send his wife and children to relatives to take care of them. Who wanted to pick them up a year later, only heard a series of cries, and his son starved to death. Du Fu, who has experienced the pain of losing his son, has arrived before he recovered? An Shi rebellion? Du Fu had to flee with his family and go into exile abroad.
In the process of escape, Du Fu experienced life and death. When he saw that his wife and children could only pick wild fruits and vegetables to satisfy their hunger, his family had to live in trees. Even Du Fu was taken back to Chang 'an by the conference semifinals and separated from his family, so he wrote? In Fuzhou, far away, she is looking at the moonlight, looking at it alone from the window of her room. For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is. Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight. When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? . ? To express their loneliness, thoughts and sadness about their wives and children; And wrote it down? Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested. Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold. Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin. ? He lamented the sadness and helplessness of the country's destruction and division, and showed Du Fu's lofty feelings and wishes of worrying about the country and the people, sometimes showing compassion for others and looking forward to peace.
Du Fu's later life was more tortuous, and his family's economic situation was still not good. The whole family lives in a thatched cottage, where the rain leaks and the wind will blow the thatch away. Even in such a difficult living environment, Du Fu did not sigh, but wrote it down. There are tens of millions of buildings in Ande, which greatly protect all the smiles of the poor in the world, and the wind and rain are as quiet as mountains. The famous sentences handed down through the ages reflect Du Fu's earnest concern for the country and people and his lofty ideal of urgently changing the dark reality. After so much suffering, he is still high-spirited, always broad-minded, selfless, and worried about the country and the people, which is rare in Fu. This is also the value of Du Fu-insisting on the correct values with strong perseverance, insisting on writing what he sees and feels truthfully in his poems, and speaking for the disadvantaged groups. How can such Du Fu not love?