An essay on Du Fu's Caotang

A clear and beautiful Huanhuaxi surrounds the Caotang, and the flowing water moistens the lush flowers and trees around the Caotang, emitting an elegant atmosphere and full of vitality. Our generation has a special complex for most Du Fu, from "two orioles singing green willows and a row of egrets flying into the sky" to "a high wind whistling in August, rolling my hair", which is our initial literary memory. Most people may not know where Du Fu was born or died. But this "Wan Li Qiaoxi House, Baihuatan Beizhuang" thatched cottage is the poet's yearning residence.

The thatched cottage reflected by the autumn sunshine has a bright golden luster, which makes the thatched cottage look rich in texture. Bamboo and plantain snuggled up to the bamboo window of the earth wall, leaving the shade of the wall and filtering the noise of the world. In the quiet courtyard, rough and sturdy stone tables and benches are randomly placed, adding a warm pastoral atmosphere. The low bamboo fence is covered with vines and miscellaneous flowers, and they whisper about their old friends in the autumn wind. I remember the poet once wrote in "Tang Cheng": "The Castanopsis fissa forest blocks the singing in the solar wind, and the bamboo smoke in the cage is about to drip." The place where a generation of great poets settled down is so simple and simple. Only in this way can the thatched cottage go down in history forever. How many Huatang Gong Hao were so beautiful at that time, but then they disappeared in the misty rain of history?

Stepping into the thatched cottage, I couldn't help letting go of my footsteps, for fear of disturbing Lao Du's "poetic thinking". Yes, the poet spent his whole life in poverty. At the end of the second year in Gan Yuan, Tang Suzong (759), Du Fu, who suffered from rebellion, came to Sichuan from Gansu with his wife and children. At first, he stayed in an ancient temple in the western suburbs of Chengdu, relying on his old friend, who was helped by the secretariat of Pengzhou, Sichuan. In the early spring of 760, a friend found him a beautiful place by the Huanhua River, so he built a house. But at this time, he was as poor as a church mouse, and when his cousin Wang 15 Sima learned about it, he gave him a timely help and generously supported him. For this reason, the poet said gratefully in the poem "Sima Di's Tour of Guo Xiang's Legacy Cottage in the 15th King": "Although the guests have moved several times, the riverside is lonely. If you are willing to find an old man, it is sad today. Worried about my camp in Maodong and taking money across the wild bridge. I am just a cousin in the field, but I still have to quit. "

The poet who has been down and out for half his life finally has a warm nest of his own that can shelter from the wind and rain. Although there are some shabby and low thatched cottages, the poet is very satisfied and appreciates himself. He "carried Tang Guo into the shade of white grass" and "the old wall in the wild is still home". Therefore, the poet made poetic arrangements inside and outside the thatched cottage, opening up flower beds, vegetable altars, medicine beds, building vines, building grass pavilions, digging wells and pools, and having beautiful pastoral scenery, he became the most beautiful spiritual home in his life. He lived here for nearly four years, and wrote more than 240 poems, among which the immortal masterpiece "The Cottage Was Blown by Autumn Wind" became the eternal swan song of worrying about the country and the people and loving Datong.

In the mud-mud-wall study, Zhang Kuan's short poem table is about one foot long and three feet wide, with a pair of pen, ink and poem notes on it. A touch of autumn sunshine is projected on the inkstone pool, leaving a wisp of ink fragrance, and there is still some residual wine in a coarse porcelain cup at the corner of the table. Lao Du once said calmly in the poem "Send a Topic to the Caotang Outside the River": "If you love wine and bamboo, you will be blessed by nymphs." On this most common miscellaneous wooden poem table, Lao Du created such brilliant poems in the history of China literature. Imagine, in the sunny morning, or in the middle of the night when the moon shines in the thatched cottage and the autumn insects sing, the poet and the table are companions, writing and jumping, leaving many beautiful works on the poem. No wonder Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty bluntly said: "Du Li's article is there, and the flame is endless."