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My name is Meng Jiao, and my name is Dongye. I come from Luoyang, Henan. I was born in the Li Longji period of Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty. At the age of five, An Shi Rebellion broke out. It was at that time that the ship in the prosperous Tang Dynasty began to shake violently, and my father died at that time. Since then, I have lived alone with my mother.
Maybe it's because I'm a single parent and my family is poor When I was a child, I was honest and frank. I was withdrawn and rarely interacted with people. When I grow up, I like to travel around the world, which gives me a chance to see the misery of the bottom people and the luxury of the rich. What I saw and heard provided good material for my later poetry creation.
During this period, I made two good friends, Lu Yu (an expert in tea tasting) and Wei (the author of I have a bottle of wine to comfort the dust). We are like-minded, meet and hate each other, often cook tea and write poems together, and live a life beyond the secular world. Now that I think about it, it should be the happiest time in my life.
However, happy time is always short, time flies, fleeting, and in a blink of an eye, I have reached the age of no doubt. But I, an older literary youth, still don't know how to make a living. I only like writing poems and drinking tea with my friends. My mother saw it in her eyes and was anxious in her heart, so she advised me to become famous.
Seeing my mother in a hurry, I just couldn't bear to go to Chang 'an for the exam. This is my first exam at the age of 4/kloc-0. Fate is a wonderful thing. I met my good friend Han Yu during the exam. At that time, he was only 25. The two of us really forgot about this year's alternation. After spending some time together, he became my number one fan. It's really a mistake to make friends after the exam!
When the exam results came out, I was dumbfounded and failed, but Hanyu was on the list. After being sad and angry, learn from the bitter experience, work hard and fight again next year. However, I failed the exam the next year. The blow of two failed exams shattered my dream of winning the first place, and I returned to my hometown in anxiety and depression.
My mother didn't blame me, but her comfort made me determined to fight again. So I held my head high and finally got into Jinshi after the third exam.
After learning this news, I am 46 years old, happy and proud. Ride on Malaysia, gallop on Chang 'an Avenue, and write a poem happily:
Now we are familiar with two idioms, "Pride in the Spring Breeze" and "Take a quick look at the flowers", which are from this famous "After Graduation from University". As can be seen from the poem, I was too excited to express my feelings!
Nine times out of ten, life is unsatisfactory, and the past sufferings and embarrassment are only minor setbacks. The failure of several imperial examinations and the hardships of life were all forgotten at this moment! I really feel that the spring mountain can be expected and the future can be expected!
However, the biggest tragedy in life is that we have worked hard, but we have lived a life we don't want.
Perhaps because of my personality, my career is not smooth. By the time I was 50, I was just a grass-roots civil servant. I am very sad and can only choose to run around to express my anguish. Over time, work is slack and more depressed!
Once I went home to visit my relatives, tossing and turning, and I couldn't sleep for a long time. I remembered that the night before I went to Chang 'an to take the exam, my gray-haired mother sewed my clothes and prepared my bags under the dim candlelight, and then I remembered how difficult it was for my mother to raise me for so many years. Then, with tears in his eyes, he wrote the poem "Wandering Son", which has been passed down to this day and is well known throughout the ages.
It never occurred to me that this poem, which I wrote in my mediocre middle age, softened the hearts of so many mothers in the next thousand years and caused so many wanderers to feel sorry for their mothers.
In my later years, I returned to Luoyang to live. I thought my life could be improved after so many hardships. But I didn't expect three children to die one after another. When the white-haired man suffered the pain of sending the black-haired man, the old mother left again. Lonely me, how should I bear this sudden and increasing pain?
My spiritual support completely collapsed. ...
Since then, I have been poor and sick, and I have finished my 64-year-old life in loneliness and bitterness.
Perhaps because of my experience, people call me a bitter poet. Yuan Haowen, a great writer who asked how the world is and taught people to live and die together, also called me a poet prisoner.
Poetry prisoner, poetry prisoner-sadness and loneliness have therefore become the main tone of my life!