Du Fu: People who can't kill you will eventually make you stronger.
Wen | Zhou Gongzi
In the seventh year of the Tang Dynasty, in the yard of a big family in Gongxian County, Henan Province.
A seven-year-old boy jumped out of his study and walked through the lush garden with a page of rice paper in his hand. Whether he likes it or not, he woke up his father who was taking a nap. Dad is better than dad, get up and look, I wrote a "Order of the Phoenix"! ?
His father was sleeping soundly when he was suddenly disturbed. He's about to have a seizure. He turned to see the child's expectant eyes, and his unhappiness immediately turned into love.
After receiving the children's poems, I was even more delighted: seven-year-old Luo wrote Ode to Goose, and seven-year-old son sang a song about Phoenix, so your grandfather's poems were imitated by others! ?
This energetic seven-year-old child is none other than Du Fu, the most familiar Chinese textbook we used to contact and worry about the country and people all the time!
Speaking of Uncle Du, everyone said well: I know this man very well. He grew up in poverty, hunger and cold. He picks acorns in the valley all day or looks for sweet potatoes in the snow. He finally built a thatched cottage, and the roof was blown away by the strong wind.
Bottom line: it's not easy for children from poor families!
If you think so, then congratulations, like me, have been cheated by Chinese textbooks for more than 1000 years!
? Dewey is in the south of the city, going to Wu Tianchi. ?
In fact, Du Fu's family is a noble family called Jing Zhaodu.
The ancestors of this family can be traced back to Du Zhou, an imperial historian who was born in a noble family during the period of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, and many great figures have appeared in the past dynasties.
Du Fu's grandfather and father are both court officials, so uncle was born in a bare family!
Seeing this, I really want to tremble and say to Du Tong's theory: Uncle, it's hidden deep and disrespectful!
Some people say that Li Bai is not old and Du Fu is not young. So we call Du Fu Lao Du, not Li Bai Lao Li.
At the critical moment, I have to stand up: it's not like this!
I remember I was a child when I was fifteen.
Very healthy.
Pears and dates ripen in the first eight months of the court.
Trees can return a thousand times a day.
? From Du Fu's Collection of Mourning for the Past.
Look, Uncle Du is not only young, but also mature. At the age of fifteen, he is still doing what Xiong Haizi did when he was seven or eight. Picking pears and touching dates are full of vitality, and climbing trees is smoother than monkeys.
At the age of nineteen, Uncle Du sent a Weibo: The world is so big, I want to see it while I am young.
Between the ages of nineteen and twenty-four, he roamed the famous mountains and rivers.
First stop, the statue of Wuyue? Mount Tai!
Wang Yue
What a magnificent scenery Mount Tai is! Out of Qilu, green peaks can still be seen.
The magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north.
Layers of white clouds, cleaning the gully on the chest; The flat bird flew into the eye socket.
Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet.
Who said that Uncle Du was never young, not young? After you fell into Sun Shan, can you still write such positive and magnificent poems?
In the spring, Uncle Du sang in Handan: The beautiful scenery of Handan is in March. God, spring rain is like wine. Where is Ruyan Liu?
In winter, I will go hunting in Yuan Ye in the clear autumn: I will ride a horse with a bow, and the arrow will not fail!
Handsome or not? Can you pull the wind? !
Some people say that life is like a box of chocolates, and no one knows what you are going to get.
After staying in Tianbao for five years, Du Dashu, who is 34 years old, finally decided to go to the imperial capital Chang 'an to find a job.
In the sixth year of Tianbao, Tang Xuanzong personally held a special exam. Uncle Du was full of confidence: Look at my brother, he will definitely win fame this time!
However, there are unexpected events in the sky, and people are doomed? Uncle Du? I fell off the list.
It never rains but it pours.
During this period, Du Fu's father also passed away, and the second explosion came with the trend: it was hard to find a job and an economic crisis!
At the door of the rich, dusk carries the dust of fat horses.
There are broken cups and cold roast everywhere.
I got up in the morning and had the cheek to submit my resume. In the afternoon, I followed someone else's car and ate a lot of car exhaust. (It seems that the work in Beishangguang has been hard to find since ancient times! )
When I was young, I thought that it was easy to seal Hou Bai with my talent (handed down from my grandfather's generation), but now I am reduced to queuing to buy rice at a reduced price.
Du Dashu, who has never suffered anything before, has suffered a lot in the ten years when he was looking for a job in Chang 'an.
Tianbao fourteen years.
After ten years of wandering, Uncle Du finally waited for one? You Wei led Cao Fu to join the army? The position, which sounds tall, is actually a janitor? Take care of the armory.
Although I felt wronged, my uncle reported it as scheduled. A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. Keep working hard and there will be another chance!
However, Du Dashu would never have thought that he had just found a job and immediately ushered in the third bombing:
Until the world-shaking sound of drums came from Yuyang, breaking the tune of rainbow skirts and feather clothes? An Shi rebellion broke out!
Datang, faded the last light of the prosperous times.
After the family fled hastily and went through all kinds of hardships to settle their family in Zhangzhou, the uncle who was still concerned about the organization bid farewell to his wife and children and embarked on a journey of troubled times alone, intending to continue to serve the motherland and shine brilliantly in the newly succeeded Emperor Su Zong.
But not long after he hit the road, he was caught red-handed by the rebels and brought back to occupied Chang 'an. Escaped for a whole year. What was his image at that time? When Ma Xie saw the son of heaven, his sleeves showed two elbows? .
Tang Suzong was moved to tears: lonely hero, the backbone of Datang! I personally taught uncle Zuo to pick up the post.
The uncle who found a job again finally breathed a sigh of relief and was planning to drink some water to restrain his shock. As a result, the cup was not held steady, and the fourth explosion came again!
Before the probation period of his new position ended, he was demoted to Iowa to join the army. As a result, he fell into a drought in Guanzhong, prices soared, wages were simply broad daylight, and there was no hope of bringing home the bacon. His 48-year-old uncle left naked resignation.
The hardest year of my life has arrived!
After resigning, my uncle first left Qin Zhou with his family. I heard that it is far from the war and the weather is good. As a result, everything went wrong when I arrived. I couldn't even find a house to live in, so I wandered around in the same valley, which was even more troublesome. I didn't even have enough to eat?
One guest's words are beautiful.
White hair hangs over your ears,
18 years old followed the sniper to pick up acorns and chestnuts.
It is cold and dark in the valley.
There are no books in the Central Plains,
Hands and feet were frozen to death.
Alas, a song is sad,
Hengtai came to me from heaven.
Wandering around, hungry all day, picking acorns in the valley all day or looking for sweet potatoes in the snow? This is the time!
In Iowa, Qin Zhou and Tonggu, within a year, uncles were on the run, and their steps never stopped. The more difficult it is for them to escape, the more they become a walking refugee documentary?
The huge gap between ideal and reality has destroyed Uncle Du's body and mind. Did he ever want to be ambitious? To you, Yao Shun? However, there are villains in the imperial examination, and there is no Bole to help in the workplace. Today, they have almost become valley savages and beggars in troubled times. Which poet in the prosperous Tang Dynasty would be down and out in such a situation?
God wants you to know that poetry is good on earth. (Excerpted from Bai Juyi's Reading Du Li's Poems)
Yes, let you suffer, so that you can write a good poem!
The night gave you black eyes, but you used them to see the tears of the old man and the old woman in the Anshi Rebellion, the care given by the bride to her husband, and the desolation of the soldiers' homelessness, so later generations had these great and magnificent historical scrolls of three officials and three others!
What spring looks like.
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.
Trapped in Chang 'an, what you see is broken walls, once a bustling and noisy imperial city, devastated. Did you write this song bitterly? It's not China who can't recite it, is it? A masterpiece of the times. Students who can't recite, please find out your primary school textbook silently. )
moonlit night
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? ?
Captured by the rebels and separated from his wife and children, it was a clear autumn night. You thought that your wife must be crying at the moon thousands of miles away and worried about her life and death, so you wrote this touching Moonlit Night.
Think of my brothers on a moonlit night.
A vagrant heard the drums heralding the battle, which was the first call of a wild goose on the border in autumn.
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.
It is inevitable to send books. What can you expect in the war? .
The war broke off and brothers and sisters scattered, in a word? How bright the moonlight is at home! ? How many wanderers have you touched in the past 1000 years?
Jueju
Two orioles sing green willows,
A line of egrets rose into the sky.
The window contains autumn snow in Xiling,
Mambo Wu Dong Wan Li Ship.
It is said that there is no scenery in familiar places, but after half a lifetime of suffering and wandering, you cherish your leisure time in Chengdu, and sketch the ordinary scenery at your doorstep into a dynamic ink painting in the scenic spot of 5 years.
Anything that can't destroy you will only make you stronger!
Yes, suffering has honed your artistic ability to reach the peak. You can write almost everything perfectly. No matter what theme or emotion, as long as your uncle makes a move, you will be in the realm immediately.
In the rivers and lakes of Tang poetry, where poems are flourishing and masters come forth in large numbers, Uncle Du is indomitable in suffering, learning from others, taking the road that others have taken, taking the road that others have not taken, and finally quietly stepping out of his own broad road!
A self-contained and proud poet appeared!
The old lady draws paper like playing chess.
A child knocks a needle to make a hook.
But an old friend suggested to Mi Lu,
What else do you want?
Go back in time.
After they couldn't stay in the same valley, their uncles went to Sichuan and made a living in the land of abundance.
A good friend was an official in Sichuan, and my uncle leaned against a big tree to enjoy the cool, and finally ushered in a rare leisure time.
Thank God, thank God, thank fate, our uncle Du Can finally caught his breath!
When the days are stable, everything in my eyes becomes beautiful and vivid:
? Round lotus floating leaves, fine wheat falling light flowers? ;
? Fish in the drizzle, swallow in the breeze? ;
? The birds on the river wall are too white, and the mountains are blue and white. ;
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I heard that the rebellion was put down, and I wrote it down in ecstasy? On a green spring day, I began to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine. A word of happiness!
Really don't deduct it from us every day? Great realistic poet? Dear hat, what romanticism, pastoral scenery, as long as we want to write, the level is higher than the sky!
Although there are occasional episodes where the roof is blown away by the wind, on the whole, uncle's life in Chengdu is still very beautiful.
However, happy times are always especially mean to uncles? A few years later, friends of senior officials in Sichuan died one after another, and life in Chengdu became unsustainable.
In the spring of 765, an uncle went into the river and hoped to return to his hometown. There was another famous article in The Wandering:
One night abroad.
The breeze rippled on the grassy coast, through the night, and blew to my still mast.
The endless plains are dotted with drooping stars. The moon runs with the river.
I hope my art can bring me fame and liberate my sick old age from the office! .
Flying around, flying around, what am I like, just a sandpiper in the vast world! .
At this point, uncle's skill in writing poems has been overwhelming! Every sentence is tempered to the extreme!
Especially the third and fourth sentences, have always been praised. The starry sky is low, the leaves are wide, the river is surging, and the moon follows the waves. Such a magnificent and vast scene sets off the endless loneliness and desolation in my uncle's heart, and the bitterness can be seen again in his later years.
Go to ku (Ku? ) state, old illness, unable to move forward, to live for three years. At this time, my uncle in his fifties had been deeply affected by diseases such as lung disease, rheumatism and rheumatism, and his ears were deaf and his teeth fell off.
On the Double Ninth Festival again, Uncle Du, whose temples were covered with frost and snow, boarded the high platform outside Baidicheng alone.
In late autumn, the mountains and rivers are bleak, the sky is vast, the evening wind is hunting, the apes in the valley are wailing, the birds in the sand house are still nesting, the dead leaves all over the mountains are falling with the wind, and the river rolling eastward has never stopped for anyone.
Alone between heaven and earth, looking back on the past, the unrestrained roaming in the prime of life, the job search in Chang 'an, the panic in troubled times, and the thoughts of wandering wanderers in the southwest, gathered in an instant, and thousands of vicissitudes and feelings gathered in one place and condensed into one song? Is it unique in ancient and modern times, and the seven-character poem is the first? Masterpiece of:
Climb the balcony
In the wild wind in the vast sky, the ape is sobbing,
Birds fly over the clear lake and white sand beach and fly home.
Leaves fall like a waterfall,
When I watch the long river roll forward.
I came from three thousand miles away. Sadness is accompanied by autumn,
With my hundred years of sorrow, I climbed this height alone.
Bad luck has frosted my temples,
Heartache and fatigue are a thick layer of dust in my wine.
In this life, I have achieved nothing after all.
How I want to go back to Luoyang and Chang 'an, the places where I spent my youth and set my ideals free?
Yes, the fallen leaves return to their roots, and the trees are still like this. Why can people be inferior?
Let's go and go home!
At the beginning of 768, the uncles and nephews drove out of the canyon and set off again. However, because the situation was still chaotic at that time, there was nowhere to turn for help and it was difficult to return to my hometown in the next two years. The family took the boat as their home and fell in the river like duckweed?
There is no news from my friends or relatives. I am old and sick, drifting in a boat.
In the winter of 770, Dongting Lake was stormy.
With endless regrets, Uncle Du ushered in the end of his life. Until his death, he failed to return to his hometown of Luoyang, where he had been away for many years, or to Chang 'an, the imperial capital, where he had entrusted his lifelong ideals.
A generation of poets passed away silently, accompanied by only the quiet Dongting Lake silently flapping the ship's rail.
Flying around, flying around, what am I like, just a sandpiper in the vast world! .
Some people say that Du Fu lived for 59 years, but it seems that he lived for 200 years. His life experience has condensed almost all the sufferings that an individual can endure.
Yes, there are too many sufferings and regrets in his life:
Dedicated to the country, but always away from the rivers and lakes;
I can't help the world at the same time, but I can't be alone. I am as poor as a church mouse, wandering for half my life, deeply ashamed of my wife and children;
Even the proudest thing in my life? Poetry is my family business? When I was alive, I couldn't rank among the first-class writers?
I've been writing poems all my life. Alas, I haven't met a bosom friend yet.
43 years after his death.
Uncle's grandson Du was finally able to move back to his hometown in Henan for burial, and asked Yuan Zhen, a great writer at that time, to be his uncle's epitaph. Inadvertently opened the uncle's "Silent Poetry Volume", and Yuan Zhen was instantly stunned:
1500 poetry is all-encompassing, meticulously crafted but natural!
Not only the content, but also the form, technique and style, which are inclusive and profound.
This is a great man who writes poems with his life!
Unable to restrain his inner admiration, Yuan Zhen put pen to paper:
? Since the poet, no one has been as beautiful as a child? .
More than a thousand years later.
Lu Xun said:? I always feel that Tao Qian stands a little farther, Li Bai stands a little higher, and Du Fu doesn't seem to be an ancient man, as if he is still living in our pile today. ?
Yu dui said: the world is so cold, so stingy and so desolate to him; But he is the opposite of the world, so enthusiastic, so generous and so rich. This is Du Fu. ?
Wen Yiduo said: Du Fu is the most solemn, magnificent and permanent glory in 4,000 years of culture! ?
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Yes, the greatness and brilliance of a master are often revealed in the long process of time.
So, uncle, don't regret it, time is your best bosom friend.
Applause may be late, but it is never absent.