Caotang, as its name implies, refers to simple houses with thatched roofs. Due to the war, the poet Du Fu lived in the thatched cottage all his life. Later generations built "Du Fu Cottage" as a memorial, such as the ancient Du Fu Cottage, Chengdu Du Fu Cottage, Zizhou Du Fu Cottage, Dongtun Du Fu Cottage and so on.
Du Fu Cottage in Chengdu was first rebuilt by Wei Zhuang, a poet in the late Tang Dynasty. After more than ten generations of tempering, the architecture and gardens gradually expanded. By the time the reconstruction was completed in the 16th year of Jiaqing (18 1 1), it had become a memorial shrine with nearly 100 diverse buildings, which basically laid the foundation for today's museum system. 1952, the people's government allocated special funds for comprehensive transformation and officially opened to the outside world; 1954, the construction of Du Fu Memorial Hall began; 1985 renamed Du Fu Caotang Museum. Today's thatched cottage preserves or reproduces the environmental features of Du Fu when he lived here.
The thatched cottage is by the Huanhua River. The name Huanhuaxi comes from a beautiful story. According to Ren Zhengfei's Liuhua in the Song Dynasty, in the Tang Dynasty, there was a girl named Ren who lived by a stream. She is beautiful and kind. One day, a monk covered in scabies took off his clothes with pus and blood and begged her to wash them. Everyone who saw it was disgusting, but the girl readily agreed and washed the stream. But every time I see her floating, there are lotus flowers on the stream, and the pool is full of lotus flowers in an instant, hence the name "Huanhuaxi". Later, Lu You, a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, praised his flowers and said, "I traveled westward to Jincheng and got drunk for plum blossoms." . Twenty miles later, Qingyang Palace went to Huanhuaxi. I can see that it is full of flowers. Things are wrong, but people are wrong. Today, people can only use their endless imagination to get the sounds of ancient and modern times: although there is no fragrance of flowers 20 miles away, the beautiful stream is still in people's hearts. Whenever spring comes, the upper reaches of the stream are full of flowers, either vigorous or charming; Or strive for beauty, or feel sorry for yourself. After the spring blossoms fade, there is no intention of finding spring, and the spring water quietly flows eastward. Carrying endless human love stories and the thoughts of wandering poets, Luo Ying flows eastward with that spring water-just as Tong Jia-Changming wrote in Qing Dynasty: living in seclusion beside bamboos, thinking about the whispers outside the stream, thick algae and round sand grass pavilions. The balcony is full of beautiful scenery, full of flowers, and wild plum blossoms are full of spring city. What a yearning destination for the soul! However, in the place where the yellow crane carried the saints to heaven a long time ago, there was no place for Huanhuaxi. The yellow crane does not return to the world, and the poet stays alone by the stream. Looking back, people will spend the coming year!
Architecture is the core of the times. In our era of high-rise buildings, there is still such a place: drawing against the wall, deep and implicit; The volume of the house is simple and generous; White walls and blue tiles, full of ancient meaning; There is no grand momentum, and there is a clear and far-reaching intention; There is no glory of carving beams and painting buildings, nor does it hide the poetic feelings of the beauty of heaven. Look at all the love, the tiles are dyed; Looking at the hut of the Ministry of Industry, I was in a flying mood. I still remember the song "The Hut was Blown by Autumn Wind": In August, the wind roared, and there were three lush trees in my house-there were thousands of spacious buildings in Ande, which greatly protected all the poor people in the world, and the wind and rain did not move like a mountain. If the Ministry of Industry is thoroughly remoulded, look at this prosperous time, which will surprise the world! When you can: there are a thousand words in your chest, and you can sigh without the staff. The cold broke yesterday, and the poor gathered in Jinguancheng.
Strolling between tall and straight nanmu trees and dense and deep bamboo forests, breathing the thick green of velvet lawn, listening to the gurgling sound of clear water, savoring the poet's sad taste, imagining everything that happened in the hut a hundred years ago, suddenly feeling that "history" came into view, and could not help but sigh: "It's past spring here, but Iraqis are near the water"!
Leaving the thatched cottage, I entered the world of mortals. Like Conan's dream, it's still me when I wake up. The audience was bustling and lamented the noise of the world. I suddenly remembered the couplet written by Gu Fuchu for the thatched cottage in the Qing Dynasty: "How many poets are there when the times are different?" Mr. Wang also lives in a thatched cottage and lives in heaven and earth for a long time. "The poet sighs and bends, and the Qing Dynasty remembers Shaoling. Our generation wandered around thinking about Ning He?