Du Fu) Why do I often have tears in my eyes (I)

Du Fu: Why do I always have tears in my eyes?

Because I love this land deeply. ...

There are two peaks in the history of China's classical poetry: Li Bai and Du Fu.

Li Bai is a well-known "poetic fairy", who likes the sun, moon and stars in the sky and the birds in the white clouds, elegant and romantic;

Du Fu is a well-known poet. He likes mountains and rivers, rivers and lakes, and is depressed and frustrated.

Li Bai is the sky;

Du Fu is the land.

Li Bai's poems and songs are always full of laughter: laughter, laughter, arrogant laughter, self-laughter, laughter of friends, smile of the breeze, smile of the moon ... Go out smiling at the sky and be quiet for you.

Du Fu's poems are full of tears: sobbing, crying, sudden loss, swallowing, people crying, ghosts crying, mountains and rivers crying, flowers and birds crying ... They shouted while running and pulled your sleeve, and their sad voices floated to the sky.

As the saying goes, men don't cry lightly, just because they haven't reached the sad place yet.

Why is Du Fu sad? Who are the tears for?

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Happy lives are all similar, and unhappy lives are unhappy in their own way.

Du Fu was born in Gongxian County, Henan Province (now gongyi city, Zhengzhou, Henan Province) in 7 12. He was born in a noble family, Du, and was a famous scholar-bureaucrat in the north.

The distant ancestor was Du Yu, a great scholar and famous soldier in Jin Dynasty. His grandfather Du was a member of the Ministry of Grain, and his father was the county magistrate of Sima and Fengtian in Yanzhou.

Although his mother died when he was very young, he was raised by his aunt in Luoyang, and Du Fu had no tears in his childhood.

When Du Fu was six years old, his aunt took him to see Gong Sundaniang's sword dance. Fifty years later, he still remembers the shock:

A few years ago, there was a beautiful Gongsun who danced her dagger from all directions.

The audience is like a mountain lost between them, and the world moves back and forth with her movements.

("Watching Gong Sundaniang Dance Sword")

Mr. Yu Shui's Sword Dance in Gong Sundaniang

Aunt's early education was very successful, which made Du Fu love art. When he grew up, he made many friends, including musician Li Guinian.

After the Anshi Rebellion, Du Fu and Li Guinian met in Xiangtan, Hunan Province, and they sighed relatively, as evidenced by poems:

Meet Li Guinian at the lower reaches of the river

In the Qi family, I often see your performances; Before urging the wine hall, I praised your art many times.

It is also a good scenery in Jiangnan, and I will meet you when the flowers fall.

Because of his scholarly family, Du Fu was different from others at an early age.

When I learned to write poetry at the age of seven, I startled my family as soon as I opened my mouth:

At the age of seven, I thought I was strong. I sang Phoenix. ("Zhuang You")

Although he is a "child prodigy", he has many naughty boys:

Recalling that I was a child at the age of fifteen, I was as healthy as a yellow calf.

Pear and jujube are ripe in August before the court, and the tree day can return to a thousand times.

(Excerpted from "Sorrow for the Past")

"Read thousands of books" until I was nineteen, and then began to "take Wan Li Road".

First, I roamed wuyue. I was 24 years old. By the way, I took the Jinshi exam in Luoyang, but I failed. Du Fu's mentality is sunny and he won't cry for it.

So, he continued to roam, dissolute Zhao Qi, crazy autumn mother, headed for Mount Tai. I was shocked to see Du Fu on Mount Tai. How spectacular!

He immediately wrote a poem:

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.

Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, birds fly back and forth in front of my nervous eyes ... once you climb to the top of the mountain, you will see that other mountains are short under the sky. !

Mr. Shi Qingping painted "the grace of the creator to all the mysterious nature here"

Really young and frivolous. Without a few beards, you want to "climb Mount Tai, a small world"?

Yes! Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, as young people should be!

If Du Fu hadn't been crazy, he would have written a poem "To the monarch, Yao and Shun, and then make the customs pure", which made many scholars work hard for it.

If Du Fu wasn't crazy, he would make friends with Li Bai, who paid back the money in the Tang Dynasty, and then have fun together?

The biggest gain of roaming Qi and Zhao is to know the king and superstar Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty!

There are so many stories about Li Bai, how many excellent writing materials Du Fu must have!

Drunk sleep autumn quilt, hand in hand with Japanese counterparts. -"Living in Seclusion with Li Xun"

In my lonely study, I always think alone. -"Winter with Li Bai"

Li Bai's poems are unparalleled, and his superb creativity is far beyond ordinary people. -"Spring Memories of Li Bai"

Until you appeared in my dream last night, because I have been thinking about you. -The first part of Li Bai's Dream

Gao Che Li Fu is the capital, and you are brilliant, and you are haggard. -"Li Bai's Dream" Part II

Put pen to paper shocks the wind and rain, and poetry becomes tears. -"Send Li Twelve Whites and Twenty Rhymes"

A poet should beware of the spring breeze, and the rhyme of joy (ch: and) is gratifying. -To Li Bai at the End of the Sky

Do you need a reason to worship someone? Need it? Need it?

In Du Fu's eyes, Li Bai, who is 1 1 years older than him, does everything right-

Li Bai's "sleeping in the restaurant", is that called drunkenness? Really handsome

Li Bai wrote hundreds of poems about fighting wine and went to sleep in a restaurant in Chang 'an.

The son of heaven didn't get on the boat, calling himself Brewmaster.

(Song of the Eight Immortals in Drinking)

Is Li Bai's "living in vain" a waste of time? That's called quality of life!

Qiu Lai is very concerned about him, but he is not ashamed of Ge Hong for cinnabar.

Crazy songs, empty life, who is domineering?

(To Li Bai)

Li Bai was exiled, "everyone wants to kill", that's because you don't understand his heart!

It's pathetic not to go to Li See to save wine and pretend to be crazy!

The whole world wants to kill people, and I only care about talent.

A thousand clever poems and a glass of wine.

Kuangshan reading office, it's good to be back white.

("not seen")

Life is "1989 happy", and finally "going west to Xianyang". Happy days are always fleeting. After the age of 35, Du Fu cried repeatedly, with tears all over his face.

Du Fu shed "children's tears".

You have the beauty of guest words. Du Fu's writing is beautiful, but his afterlife is not beautiful at all.

In the fifth year of Tianbao (746), Du Fu's life started an "unlucky mode".

The first unfortunate thing: I took an exam called "the biggest farce in the history of examination room". Premier Li denied any candidate and lied that it was a "wild heritage".

The second unfortunate thing: After a few years of "broken cups and cold roast, hiding sorrow everywhere", Du Fu got an opportunity: taking advantage of the great sacrifice of Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty, he quickly presented a gorgeous "three gifts". As soon as Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty was happy, he sent him to Jixian Hospital for distribution, and the result still fell into the hands of the mysterious Li.

The third unfortunate thing: When Du Fu was 44 years old, he finally got a position, which was led by Wei Youling, a government soldier named Cao Shen Jun. As a matter of fact, he is the keeper of the arsenal. Du Fu hurried back to Fengxian (now pucheng county, Shaanxi Province) to get the family together. As a result, he heard crying before he entered the room. It turned out that his youngest son starved to death.

The fourth unfortunate thing: On Du Fu's way to pick up his wife and children, An Lushan fought in Fanyang and almost ruined the Tang Dynasty. In June of the following year, Chang 'an fell, and Tang Xuanzong fled to Sichuan in a hurry.

The fifth unfortunate thing: Du Fu led his family to flee to Baishui overnight, and Baishui was surrounded. He also led his family to flee to Qiang village in F prefecture (now Fuxian county, Shaanxi province) overnight. Just settled down in his home, I heard that Prince Hengli proclaimed himself emperor in Lingwu (now Lingwu County, Ningxia). On his way to defect, he was caught by the rebels and taken to Chang 'an.

What did Du Fu think of in prison? Prison break? Of course, that was later, not now.

Now Du Fu is looking at the moon. He wrote a poem. After reading it, you will understand what "tenderness is like water".

moonlit night

Tonight (fū), watching it from the window of her room alone.

For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is.

Wu Xiangyun's temples are wet, and her shoulders are cold.

When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? .

Du Fu said in his poem: At this time, the wife, like herself, must be looking at this full moon alone and missing her lover, right?

Of course, children don't understand why mothers stare at the moon for a long time, and how can they understand the bitterness of missing.

The fog is deep and heavy. It must have wetted his wife's sideburns. At this time, she must have shrunk her neck and shouldered her shoulders.

Thought of here, Du Fu was very upset. He couldn't wait to fly to his wife, hug her, give her warmth, snuggle up with her and enjoy the moon and let the moon dry their tears.

Everyone knows the moon in Li Bai's poems-hazy, charming, bright and affectionate, but they don't know that the moon in Du Fu's poems is so affectionate.

Du Fu's tears of yearning have made many people lament for it for thousands of years!

There is also the sentence "He knows that the dew tonight will be frost, and the moonlight at home will be how bright!" Du Fu's yearning for his younger brother made many Chinese children burst into tears!

The reason why a poet saint is a saint is not because he has no feelings of ordinary people. On the contrary, it is precisely because of Du Fu's "love for children" that we feel that he is not far away from us.

Du Fu shed "CoCo Lee's tears".

In April of the second year of Zhide (757), Du Fu really escaped from prison!

When Du Fu appeared in front of Su Zong, Ma Xie saw the son of heaven, and his sleeves showed two elbows.

Su Zong was deeply moved and appointed Du Fu as the left gleaning. "Picking up the Legacy" is an eight-product official. As the name implies, it is "picking up leaks" and giving advice to the emperor.

So Du Fu took time to give advice to Su Zong, and Su Zong soon got tired of this overly honest and serious left gleaning.

Soon, Du Fu interceded with former Prime Minister Gui Fang and was banished to Huazhou by Su Zong.

Since then, Du Fu has been blacklisted and will never be reused.

Du Fu was very depressed. He wrote an intriguing poem "Beauty": Who is cuter than her? However, she lives alone in an empty valley.

Who is this beautiful woman? I'm afraid I'm still complaining about his sadness-all he can see is the smile of his new sweetheart, and I hear an old friend crying.

Alas, perhaps Du Fu is more suitable to be a reporter to truly record the surging tide of this era.

He objectively recorded the "prosperity of Kaiyuan (Shu)", such as this song:

Recall the past (excerpt)

Back in the heyday of Kaiyuan, there were thousands of families in the small town.

Rice is fat and white, and public and private warehouses are rich.

He also objectively recorded the lives of the rich and powerful people, such as "The Second Way" and the spring outing of Yang's brother and sister Qujiang, describing "extremely hot".

You Chuntu, the wife of Zhang Xuan Guo, a famous painting handed down from ancient times, can be regarded as the best picture of Du Fu's poem.

In this poem, Yang Guifei's sister, Mrs. Guo, is charming, elegant, luxurious and indulgent.

Zhangshangshang road

On March 3rd, Spring Festival, the weather was fresh, and many beautiful people gathered in Qujiang, Chang 'an.

Dignified attitude, lofty and quiet personality, plump skin, thin and moderate figure.

……

A copy of "The Lady of the State of Guo You Chun Tu" collected by Liaoning Provincial Museum.

Du Fu is a rare emotional and rational person. He was a wise man of his time.

As early as when Tang Xuanzong was overjoyed and launched an unjust war against foreign countries, he wrote nine poems "before leaving the village" and six poems "after leaving the village", hoping to send out a cry to stop the war through these poems.

Forward plug (6)

The bow should be the hardest, and the archer should shoot the longest. Shooters should shoot horses, and leaders should catch their leaders.

There is a limit to killing people, and all countries have national boundaries. As long as we can stop the enemy's invasion, is it possible to fight and kill more people?

When Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty and his empire were still immersed in dreams, Du Fu had clearly captured the decadent atmosphere from this society-

The wine and meat in Zhumen stink, and the road has frozen bones. ("From Beijing to Fengxian, I recite 500 words")

But it's no use.

The pain of a wise man lies in: when you are awake, others are still sleeping; You can only watch it when others are awake.

Therefore, there were only tears in Du Fu's eyes, which recorded an earth-shattering cry.

Song of chariots

Vehicles roared, soldiers sang, and soldiers and arrows were tied to their waists.

My parents, my parents, my wife and children all ran to see them. When they marched, the dust covered the sky and they couldn't see xian yangqiao.

On the way, holding soldiers' clothes, eating and crying, the sky rushed into the sky.

……

If you really know that boys are a bad thing, you might as well have a girl.

Girls can also marry their nearest neighbors, and boys will die in battle.

Don't you see, on the edge of Qinghai, the bones of soldiers killed since ancient times have not been buried.

New ghosts hate old ghosts crying, and ghosts cry when they are wet.

This is a poem and a picture of where you are going.

The "Three Officials" and "Three Farewells" (Shi Haoguan, Xin 'an Official, Tongguan Official, Wedding Farewell, Farewell to the Old and Welcome to the New, Homeless) sung throughout the ages describe the most miserable parting in the world. How can you not make people cry?

Can you feel Du Fu's bleeding heart when he suppresses his inner grief and tells you what he saw and heard in a restrained tone?

At dusk, officials arrested people at night. The old man climbed over the wall and left, while the old woman went out to watch. ..... The night is long and the sound is like crying. Dawn will rise into the future, leaving the old man alone. (Stone Trencher)

Du Fu's writing is not gorgeous, but it has the power to touch people's hearts. Because he truly recorded the sufferings of the people, he has a "heart of benefiting the people", and his poems will be remembered forever by people and called "the history of poetry" by later generations.

Du Fu shed "tears of heroes".

In the second year of Gan Yuan (759), Du Fu was saddened by the current political situation, resigned from the position of four public officials in Huazhou to join the army and moved to Chengdu.

With the help of his good friend Yanwu, Du Fu built a thatched cottage by the Huanhua River in the west of the city.

Chengdu Dufu Caotang

As long as some old friends give me some money, what do I ask? Finally, he stopped wandering, and Du Fu's life was immediately filled with petty bourgeoisie.

When bloom is warm in spring, a person walks by the river "Peach blossoms are in full bloom, and lovely crimson loves pale red".

Who would have thought of the cruelty of war when he saw the flowers covered with paths in Huang Si's "Mother's Family"?

Looking for flowers by the river, part six

Four yellow maiden flowers thrive on the road covered, and thousands of flowers bow and the branches are low.

The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily.

Even if it rains, the light rain here is so festive!

Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night

Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.

The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.

Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.

Chengdu is really a good place, it's a paradise!

There are beautiful flowers and plants, lively birds, blue sky and white clouds, distant mountains and waters, but there is no war.

Who says Du Fu is not romantic? He wrote more than a dozen "quatrains" in one breath, and did not hesitate to praise the spring in Chengdu with those passionate words.

"Two orioles sing green willows, and egrets cover the sky."

My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.

(quatrains)

Did Du Fu forget his ideal of "being loyal to the monarch and then changing customs"?

On this day, Du Fu went to visit Zhuge Liang Wuhou Temple in northwest Chengdu. When we got there, it was full of pine, cypress and green grass.

In those days, Zhuge Liang tried his best to assist the King of Qi. "The Three Kingdoms, torn apart, were all bound by his power, and the Eight Faces Fortress was built on his prestige. Next to this ever-changing river stands his sorrow. He never conquered the State of Wu. He served the country and the people all his life, but he died before he succeeded. ".

Du Fu was heartbroken and wrote a poem:

Shuchengxiang temple

Where is the temple of the famous prime minister in a pine forest near the Silk City?

The steps are dotted with green grass in spring, and birds are chirping happily under the leaves.

The third call aggravated his state affairs, and he gave his sincerity to two generations.

But before he conquered, he died, and since then the heroes have been crying on their coats.

Where is Zhuge Liang crying? This is clearly Du Fu crying!

In the spring of other people's homes, "the sunset is beautiful in the mountains and the spring breeze is fragrant." Mud melts into swallows, sand warms up and sleeps like a mandarin duck ",but I'm over fifty years old, but I still have nothing to do and I can't serve my country. I have to rely on the help of my friends to live!

Alcohol debt is common, and he is 70 years old. The best time of life is over. Where is Du Fu's spring?

Thought of here, Du Fu couldn't help crying out loud.

People who are pregnant feel deeply, and those who cry are strong!

In August of the second year of last Yuan Dynasty (76 1), a sudden strong wind blew away the thatch on Du Fu's roof, and heavy rain followed.

It turns out that all the beauty is not comparable to a heavy rain, and all the dreams are not comparable to having a cabin that can shelter from the wind and rain.

However, Du Fu, our great Du Fu, when he looked at the thatched cottage where "there is no dry place at the head of the bed to leak rain, and there is no rain under his feet", he thought of people who are still struggling in the war and people who don't even have a thatched cottage that leaks rain.

Then, he cried, and he let out a cry. This is awe-inspiring tears, this is a cry that shocked the world!

There are thousands of buildings in Ande,

All the poor people in the world are smiling.

The wind and rain are calm as a mountain.

Oh!

When I suddenly saw this house,

I can freeze to death alone!

I would like to ask, how many people can be endowed by Du Like and have this noble feeling of "pushing yourself and others"?

Mr. Zhou said: Lao Du is a hero all his life.

Heroes are not necessarily iron horses, as long as there are people in their hearts, they are heroes!

Du Fu shed tears of the country.

The first year of Guangde (763) was another spring.

Sitting on the bank of Jinjiang River, Du Fu looked at the clear water and green hills, which seemed to be burning red wildflowers, and he couldn't help but feel homesick.

The water waves in the river, the white feathers of waterfowl, the green and red flowers on the mountain are in contrast, and you want to burn.

I watched it again this spring. When is the year of return?

(quatrains)

The same flowers, the same birds, but that spring seven years ago, the once prosperous Chang 'an was covered with green grass and broken mountains and rivers, and even the "flowers" and "birds" had to cry for it!

Because of the war, he even felt extremely precious when he received a letter from home; Because of the war, he was worried that his hair would fall off so much that he couldn't even insert a hair clasp.

spring scenery

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.

There will be no more spring in Chang 'an, and there will be no more Chang 'an, the "prosperous time of Kaiyuan".

Suddenly, the news that loyalists had recovered Luoyang came, and the war was over!

Du Fu couldn't believe the sudden good news. In the past seven years, the war has almost destroyed this country! Bones are exposed in the wild, and there is no cock crow in a thousand miles, and ten rooms are empty, and people are unique.

Du Fu's face suddenly filled with tears. He ran back to tell his wife and children the good news, and he wanted to take them home!

Recover the north and south of the Yellow River

The news of this distant western station! The north has been recovered! At first, I couldn't stop crying on my coat.

Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. However, I packed my books and poems crazily.

On a green spring day, I began to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine.

Come back from this mountain, pass another mountain, go up from the south and then go north-to my own town! .

This "the first quick poem of Lao Du's life" has been spread to this day, but Du Fu is happy in vain.

It turned out that the "An Shi Rebellion" had just been put down, and in October of that year, Tubo captured Chang 'an. These bandits are on a roll, and even Sichuan, the land of abundance, has not escaped the slaughter of the war.

The city music under the overpass is soft and melodious, half of it goes with the river wind and the other half floats into the clouds.

This kind of music should only be in heaven, where can I hear it several times?

("Send Flowers to Qing")

We are familiar with this poem. We thought Du Fu was praising beautiful music, but in fact he was satirizing a general who had made a little contribution and conniving at his soldiers looting everywhere.

Du Fu could only "swallow his voice and cry" and laugh heartily at the celebration dinner.

In April of the first year of Yongtai (765), Du Fu lived in Sichuan for the sixth year.

After Yanwu's death, Du Fu lost his dependence in Chengdu, so he took his family to a distant relative's house by boat.

On this day, Du Fu came to Hunan and boarded the Yueyang Tower, which he had been longing for for for a long time.

Flowers are close to tall buildings and far away from my hometown. I am very sad. There are disasters everywhere in this country, so I climbed up to see them. Facing the vast and magnificent Dongting Lake, Du Fuxiang was shocked when he first saw Mount Tai.

However, there is no more heroism of "reaching the top, the other mountains all appear dwarfs under the sky.". .

Now I am suffering from lung disease, rheumatism, diabetes, malaria, withered right arm, blindness and deafness. There is no news of any relatives or friends, only a solitary boat is floating on the river.

Flying around, flying around, what am I like, just a sandpiper in the vast world! .

But our Du Fu, what he is thinking at the moment is not where to settle down, but that war bonfire north of Guanshan has not stopped, and he can't help looking out the window and crying.

Climbing Yueyang Tower

I heard that Dongting Lake is magnificent before, but today's wish has finally reached Yueyang Tower.

There is Wu in the east and Chu in the south, and there is no end to heaven and earth.

There is no news from my friends or relatives. I am old and sick, drifting in a boat.

The battle of the north gate began again, and I cried through the railing.

Du Fu spent the last three years of his life on that stormy boat.

In the winter of the fifth year of Dali (770), Du Fu died at the Xiangjiang River with too many regrets at the age of 59.

He regretted not giving his family a warm home all his life;

He regretted not returning to Luoyang, his haunted hometown, nor to Chang 'an, which carried his life's ideals.

He is even more sorry that this country is "still bleeding and the army is still moving." He didn't see the world at peace with his own eyes. ...

The mountains will separate us tomorrow. Who can say for sure after tomorrow? .

Du Fu died, but his poems touched countless people, and his tears touched countless people.

He shed tears of his children, people, heroes and the country. He has the love of children, the heart of the people, the righteousness of heroes and the mind of the country!

Du Fu is a well-deserved poet.

History will not make a patriotic person cry forever.

Before Du Fu's death, we couldn't find him among the bustling poets in the Tang Dynasty, nor could we find one of his poems in the collection of poems compiled by people at that time.

In the prosperous Tang Dynasty, when everyone yearns for freedom, who will pay attention to those poems that record the people's displacement and are as low as dust?

When you look up at the sky, you will ignore the earth under your feet.

Everyone saw Du Fu's sadness and tears, but didn't see his proud smile.

Yes, pride.

Remember he said "Poetry is my home"? Where did he get his confidence?

Let's go back to the early Tang Dynasty.

At that time, it was popular in the cultural circles to "worship the past and suppress the present", but a small group called "Four Friends of Articles" insisted on reform and wrote five-character poems. They are Du, Li Qiao, Cui Rong and Su Weidao.

Du Shenyan is Du Fu's grandfather.

This grandfather is unusual and ranks third in arrogance. No, count first!

He once teased his friend: "Su Weidao will die. I just handed him an official document. He shouldn't be ashamed to death after reading my literary talent! "

This man hasn't changed his mind since he died. He said to Song and other friends, "You are happy. If I don't die, you have no future! "

Needless to say, Du does have his proud capital.

Hu Yinglin, a famous critic in Ming Dynasty, commented on his poem "Looking at Lucheng for a Spring Tour in Jinling": the five-character rhythmic poem in the early Tang Dynasty should be the first.

Du Fu is very proud. He must carry forward the skills that Grandpa is proud of!

He was first proud of his grandfather: "The poems of our ancestors are ancient! "

I am proud of my grandfather's contemporaries, the "Four Masters of Early Tang Dynasty" (Wang Bo, Yang Jiong, Lu and Luo);

The script is six quatrains.

"Lu" and "Lu" are the highest achievements of their creation under the conditions of that time.

After the life of your generation has all turned to dust, nothing will hurt the torrent flowing to the endless river.

Next, it's time to be proud of yourself:

Because of human nature, there are many beautiful sentences, and the language is not amazing!

Come, let's take a look at this poem, which is known as the "crown of seven laws":

Climb the peak

The wind is fast and high, the ape cries sadly, and the birds are circling in the white sand.

The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably.

Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness.

After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged.

Where's the good news? Regardless of the content, just look at the format:

"Rhyme" is a very strict poem. The second couplet and the third couplet must use antithesis, but when you look at Du Fu's poem, the quadruple is all dual!

Surprised? Not surprised? Admire or not?

Forty-three years after Du Fu's death, his body was taken back to his hometown by his grandson and buried with his grandfather Du Shenyan. Du Fu will be very happy if he has knowledge under the spring.

After a hundred years of suffering, I haven't seen my bosom friend, so I can finally have a good talk with my grandfather.

Tell me about the five-character poem that Grandpa is proud of, the seven-character poem that he is proud of, and the 40-rhyme "long poem" that Grandpa tried to write (called "rhyming" after Yuan Dynasty), and show him his original 100 rhyme long poem. What a pleasant thing!

Let Yuan Zhen, who wrote his epitaph, look at more than 1,400 poems he left behind and sigh!

Let Han Yuzan praise "Du Li's article is there, and the flame is endless"!

Let Zhang Ji burn his poems with admiration and swallow them with water!

Let Wang Anshi study his parallelism, elaboration and exaggeration!

Let the "Jiangxi Poetry School" throughout the Song Dynasty take itself as the originator, study levels, antithesis, rhyme, study paragraph layout, link the past with the future, and temper words!

What Du Fu is proud of is not only his writing skills of "reading thousands of books and writing like a god", but also his heart of "worrying about Li Yuan in poor years" and his soul of "willing to commit suicide when saving time".

Wen Yiduo said: "Du Fu is the most solemn, magnificent and permanent glory in 4,000 years of culture."

Lu Xun said: "Du Fu seems not to be an ancient man, as if he still lives 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. "

Du Fu did not yearn for the sky or the freedom of birds, but he always remembered that he took the world as his responsibility.

He wanted to fly in the sky all his life and be a free-flying eagle: why not shoot every bird and sprinkle blood on weeds?

But he finally chose the land he loved-

If I were a bird,

I should also sing with a hoarse throat:

This land hit by the storm,

This river of sadness and anger will surge forever,

This endless wind,

And the gentle dawn from the forest ...

And then I died,

Even feathers rot in the ground.

Why do I often cry?