Du Fu, who was praised through the ages, left countless poems of "a long flame", without touching love words, but in subtle poems, he told the tenderness and companionship between husband and wife. The love between him and his wife, Shi Yang, although not widely known because of the poems sung for many years, softened the years in the quiet flowing water.
When wealth meets wealth, the door is right.
In many people's impression, Du Fu is a saint who cares about the country and the people, and he is deeply concerned about people's livelihood. He experienced too much suffering in his life, which made his poems desolate and sad.
But in fact, Du Fu was born in an official family with superior family conditions. His grandfather and father were both officials of the DPRK, and in today's words, they were veritable "three generations of officials".
As a teenager, Du Fu used to be a teenager, wandering around and making like-minded friends. As he himself said, "Read thousands of books and take Wan Li Road".
It was not until he was 30 years old that Du Fu, who traveled all over the world, returned to his hometown and married his wife, Yang, the daughter of Si Nong Yi. Look at the title and you will know that Yang is also a big lady of an official family. At this time, Yang was only 19 years old.
Both of them came from luxurious families and belonged to the upper class at that time.
Du Fu, who is versatile, and Yang, who is in the mood for love, are just like talented people and beautiful women in the story. They must be very loving.
At this time, they may not think that they will be displaced and suffer for life.
The failure of the imperial examination is getting harder and harder.
With a happy family, there are more responsibilities. Du Fu, who is already in his thirties, took the imperial examination for the second time, that is, the second time, because he took part in it once before he got married, but he lost the election in Sun Shan. This time, he went to take the exam with confidence, but unexpectedly he encountered a "farce".
It seems that all the inspection procedures are normal. In fact, those candidates who took pains to answer all the questions were regarded as props for political performances by then Premier Li-when the list was published, no one was accepted.
Li reported to the emperor in the name of "wild", indicating that there were no talents among the people, and talented people were hired by the court.
Such an absurd farce made Du Fu a victim of treacherous performance. In desperation, he had to live in Chang 'an to pay homage to the dignitaries and send his own poems in the hope of being appreciated.
It rained all night when the house leaked. Du Fu was unhappy in Chang 'an, and soon his father died, making life at home increasingly difficult.
And all this, his wife Yang is with him and gives him support. She accompanied him through the wind and rain with weak shoulders, took care of the children, and served as Du Fu's solid backing.
Imprisoned in troubled times, long gone.
Du Fu, who finally got a small official position, lived a peaceful life with his wife for a few days, but suffered an Anshi rebellion.
This war, let the prosperous times disappear, but also let countless ordinary people Fu suffer.
Du Fu settled down his wife and children and prepared to find Su Zong, who had just acceded to the throne, but was caught by the rebels on the way and locked up.
In such troubled times, it is common for people who run away from home to die unexpectedly and tragically. He is imprisoned, worried, confused, fearful and thoughtful.
"Tonight in Chuzhou, I watched it alone from the window of her bedroom. 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? " He wrote it when he was imprisoned by the rebels. His wife was there at this time, and he was taken back to Chang 'an. He misses his wife thousands of miles away.
Poetry does not directly tell how much you miss your wife, but describes the imaginary wife. This writing method is called "mutual writing" in poetry creation, which is a kind of skill accumulation and a deeper expression of true feelings.
The poet is in Chang 'an now, missing his wife at home. What is she doing at this time? I must really want to be alone at home facing the moon, just like me at this time.
Although the child is around, he still doesn't understand his mother's thoughts.
Deeper and heavier, she still cares about me in the distance and has no rest. The fog wet her hair and the moonlight shone on her beautiful arm.
When can we meet again and enjoy the moon by the window? At this time, although thousands of miles apart, we miss each other under the same moon and pray for an early reunion.
Reunion after parting, hesitant to dream.
After Du Fu was captured by the rebels, he was given a chance to escape because his official position was too small to be taken seriously. Finally, he successfully arrived in Fengxiang to meet Su Zong and took the post of Zuo Shiyi, but the good times did not last long, which angered Su Zong and forced him to leave the court and go home.
At this time, when he returned to China, he actually experienced many difficulties and dangers. There are too many possibilities for him to die in a foreign land and never come back. Therefore, it is very valuable to go home safely this time.
He wrote "Three Songs of Qiang Village" and recorded the situation when he went home. "Although my wife blamed me, I still cried." It is conceivable that when he came home safely, his wife and children were pleasantly surprised. At first, they may not believe it, but then they cried happily.
After all, in that turbulent era, the soldiers were in turmoil and were arrested by the rebels. Then even if I met the emperor, my days with you would be in danger all the time.
My wife, who has been waiting silently at home, has experienced what worries, troubles and sufferings, and finally saw him come back well. I think that kind of mood is understandable.
"Midnight is more like a candle, relatively more like a dream." When Du Fu came back, neighbors were surprised and visited. In the dead of night, the crowd dispersed, and the long-lost couple sat opposite each other by candlelight, watching the person who missed day and night finally in front of them, but it seemed like a dream.
This is happiness that is finally within reach after many days of worry and concern, so I don't think it is in a dream.
Huanhuacaotang, gentle years
The family is finally reunited, but life is still facing difficulties. In troubled times, they had to flee all the way and finally met their friend Yanwu in Sichuan.
With his help, Du Fu finally found a job and built a thatched cottage beside Huanhuaxi.
This is a rare quiet and gentle time.
"An old wife draws paper as chess, and a child knocks a needle as a hook", which is a beautiful life in his works. Decades of drift from place to place, this is a rare peace and leisure.
When I was a teenager, I didn't have a house with carved beams and painted buildings, luxurious food and exquisite utensils. My wife took drawing paper as a chess game and used her intelligence to make a simple life poetic.
"Leading an old lady by boat during the day and watching a child take a bath in Qingjiang River on sunny days", he and his wife rowed on the lake and watched the children play while laughing.
At this time, the wife did not have the beautiful description in Moonlight Night, but she was just a simple and even unattractive "wife", but she was full of tender love. So many days and nights accompanied each other, and the years may have eroded her appearance, but she never gave up the idea of joining hands to grow old together.
Being old is the same as dying.
The flowing water of Huanhuaxi witnessed their sweet and beautiful years, but eventually died out. With the death of Yanwu, the good times soon came to an end, and they began the difficult years of wandering again.
In 770 AD, Du Fu died of illness. Soon, Yang also went with him. Their grandson later buried them together.
Looking back on this life, their lives are often hungry, displaced, quiet and happy.
But in those days, Du Fu had only one wife, no concubine, no confidante, no romantic stories, and even no love poems that have been passed down through the ages like Yuan Zhen, but he wrote their dribs and drabs and tender feelings between the lines.
From a wealthy official to a hungry and cold life, Yang silently accompanied and supported, never complained, never gave up when in trouble, and was gentle and beautiful when he was happy.
Their simple story is the best footnote for another ordinary and great love.