Driving a boat and shuttling through the surging river, Du Fu's difficulty in going upstream can be imagined.
Walking on the downhill slope of the Tang Dynasty, he was destined to bow his waist, lower his head, count the sufferings of ordinary people bit by bit, and then dip in the sorrow thicker than pen and ink, and tearfully write "The wine in Zhumen stinks, and the road has frozen bones".
His mission determines that he can't live an easy life.
"If you are poor, you will be immune." How many people use this sentence to comfort themselves, shake their heads, succumb to the dark social reality, and then only rush about for the prospects of individuals and families.
However, Du Fu's heart is connected with thousands of working people in Qian Qian, so no matter how difficult it is, he will hold up a world with his shoulders to accommodate their sighs.
So there was a cry from the shabby hut: A thousand buildings are peaceful, and all the poor people in the world are happy.
There is also a poem that is both hateful and sad: don't dry your eyes, put away your tears.
If you can see bones when your eyes are dry, the world will be heartless.
The cry of "going straight into the sky" of Xianyang Bridge has also been deeply remembered by future generations.
He is the real "spokesman" of the people, and shoulders a "history of poetry" belonging to the people with his own shoulders.
Turning to Du Fu's life, people can't help but think of this sentence: "A poet should beware of prosperity".
He couldn't enter the official career, and it took him ten years to get a small position. In the Anshi Rebellion, he was exiled and captured. Until the end, he died of poverty and disease.
When he was a child, he climbed up and down his jujube tree and spilled laughter all over the yard. Of course, he didn't expect that fate had arranged such a bumpy and unusual life path for him.
He must have never thought that he would use this pair of shoulders to shoulder the misfortune of his life and the sorrow of the whole era.
And Du Fu actually held on.
Although life has been "knocking on the rich door, dusk will follow the fat horse dust."
Broken cups are cold and sorrowful everywhere, "but he never limited his eyes to personal gains and losses, sadness and joy. Just when he was about to die and held a farewell ceremony for himself, he was still worried about" the blood of the war is still there, and the sound of the military has been moved to this day. "
He always focuses on the public, goes deep into the hearts of the people, and observes the sufferings of the people at the bottom.
Then focus, brew, refine and sway.
Du Fu is a great Confucian, but he is obviously superior to traditional Confucianism.
Confucianism said: "Poverty is the only way to be immune to it, and success is the best way to help the world." Du Fu, no matter he is poor, wants to be both good and good on earth.
Confucianism advocates "not being in office, not seeking politics", and Du Fu demands politics whether he is in office or not.
Narrative poems that shout for the times and sing for the people rarely express anger and crying directly. He always looks on coldly from an outsider's objective and calm perspective, and moves forward with heavier and richer resentment from a calm narrative.
I don't know how many people in the later generations are angry to tears.
A poem by Nishikawa is perhaps the best portrayal of Du Fu: in a gloomy era, you are the only soul.
It is said that "men carry morality with iron shoulders", then Du Fu is the real great man through the ages.
A pair of shoulders, seemingly weak, have propped up a literary and moral peak in the history of China, which makes people look on and admire from a distance.
The topics used are the representation of typical characters by famous teachers on the shoulders, the quotation and re-evaluation of a poem, and the supplement and evaluation of many poems. By using these three materials, this paper makes Du Fu's Thin Shoulder shoulder the national responsibility vividly and profoundly.
I want to hold your hand in my dream. I don't know how many times, those old and wrinkled hands seem to be telling the life of this weather-beaten master.
But those hands are still strong, and the turquoise blood vessels are faintly visible, which makes people feel the tension of life.
Countless times, how I wanted to hold these hands, but it was all in my dream.
It is another drizzly late autumn, and the wet phoenix tree at the foot makes a sound and has a low voice.
The drizzle blurred my vision a little, but I vaguely saw those vigorous and tall characters "Du Fu Caotang." I was ecstatic and quickened my pace.
The dream hand clearly emerges in my mind, and the owner of those hands is like a magnet, which attracts me deeply and strongly.
How I want to hold your hand! Let me feel this magic hand.
How many ancient texts have been written in this handwriting! How many poems were born in this hand! The bottom of the pen is turbulent and the people are suffering; The world is scarred, and the poet is a saint.
Isn't this your portrayal? I remembered that sentence.
"Between Andrew's mansion and 10 million rooms, poor people all over the world have a happy face.
Alas, when I suddenly saw this house in front of me, my family froze to death alone! "Countless people are moved and moved.
What a broad mind this is. What kind of heart is this? Let me hold your hand and touch the turquoise blood vessels.
Yes, I am eager to hold your hand, let me smooth wrinkles and bring a little temperature to those cold hands.
People say, "Poverty is the only way to protect yourself, and prosperity is the best way to help the world." Is that so? You are a counterexample.
Life is bumpy, my career is full of disasters, and I am down and out, but I always have ordinary people in my heart.
When it's cold, you want to cover the whole world with iron pillows; When you are hungry, you want to feed the Lebanese people with rice.
When your son died of hunger and cold, I saw your feelings tremble. When I witnessed the suffering of the people, I saw your heart tremble.
Let me hold your hand.
Are those cold hands still cold? Are those hardworking hands wrinkled? Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? I live in 2 1 century, which is a highly developed society.
I'm almost eighteen, and I'm over thirty, but I'm a little confused.
In today's multicultural era, I am a little hesitant on the road to adulthood.
I know your hands can give me strength and show me the way.
Therefore, I am more eager to get close to you and touch it.
With excitement, excitement and tension, I crossed the threshold and saw those big hands and bright eyes.
But in a blink of an eye, everything disappeared like a bubble, leaving only the big words on the plaque, "The article is left, and the thatched cottage is left to future generations." When I opened my eyes again, there was a dense net on the window, and my cheeks were covered with tears. Hu Qin) In 2006, at the edge of Huanhua River, a Sichuan examinee, the hut was broken by the autumn wind at the beginning of the rainstorm.
(Du Fu: living next door: old ugly) (Du Fu walks up slowly with a bamboo pole in his hand in the sound of drum music) Du Fu: (Nianbai) On a stormy night, the mountains and rivers fall in autumn; What's the pity of a broken house? I only hope that the rivers and the sea are clear.
Miss Du Fu, a young poet, has the heart and ambition to help the world.
However, Chang' an is hard to tolerate, and now it is rich and prosperous.
Sky, you are so unfair! Huang Er directed (sang) Du Fu's anger to ask heaven.
Take the children (sing) and ask God how unfair it is.
(Singing) Huang Er lamented Du Fu's long-cherished wish to serve the country, the environment, the country and the people.
So I study hard at the cold window, learn from Confucius and Mencius, learn from Sun Wu, and study hard.
Waiting for Dabeifu to open the year of selecting subjects, Du Fu went to Beijing as an examiner.
I expected three articles to have a long face, but I didn't get any official title.
The Anshi Rebellion, Chang 'an Rebellion, Tangshi Rebellion, Du Fu Wandering.
(turn to sing) is bigger than the board (turn to). Look at Zhu's portal. Look at the deep valley full of bones; See Luo Qiyan, the flowers are red, green and dark; Look at that girl. It's so sad.
(Singing) Huang Er Sanban God, have you ever seen the world with half an eye open?
Neighbor Weng: (singing) Class 3 in the backyard is fading away, and someone is calling God.
I came to have a closer look before the trial, and it turned out to be Mr. Du.
(Nianbai) I thought it was Mr. Du. He must have just blown the thatch off the house.
Stop yelling, I'll just cover it for you.
Du Fu: (reading aloud) Thank you very much! (Singing) My old neighbor doesn't know my ambition.
(Singing) How does Xipi build a house word by word? He was full of anger and asked heaven.
(Singing) Xipi second-rate asked heaven, when will you give me three swords to cut off the land width of Land Rover?
Ask heaven, when will you lend me a million mansions to make the poor people in the world laugh?
As Sha Fei stone falls, the wind and rain turn over the sky. I will be as safe as a mountain if I don't move.
God, have you ever opened your eyes and looked at those who are crying for the land, looking for husbands for their bald heads, complaining deeply for their boudoir, and thinking about their daughters, so as to help them get what they want as soon as possible.
(Singing) Xipi Sanban is worthy, and the people wear it and recite the sky.
Neighbor Weng: (Bai) Mr. Du, the house has been repaired.
Du Fu: (Bai) Thank you very much.
(Singing) Xipi Sanban let the wind turn my hut over a thousand times. My ambition in CoCo Lee is strong.
(End) The topic used is to ask famous teachers to call familiar celebrities, which can be expressed through a special style of writing, which can not only get innovative scores, but also show the author's literary details.
Du Fu once lived in a thatched cottage in Chengdu, expressing the idea that young people are old with the style of Sichuan Opera. It must be said that the cleverness of the little author can undoubtedly gain a sense of closeness.
The composition is based on Du Fu's song "The Hut is Blown by Autumn Wind", which is exquisite.
The theme of the script extends to the original theme of the poem, which sets off the deep suffering brought to the people by the An Shi Rebellion and makes Du Fu's profound and broad humanitarian feelings be carried forward again in the script.