Du Fu exhausted his family property in order to seek office, but in exchange for a lifetime of hardship.
In 747 AD, Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty issued a conscription order, inviting talented people from all over the world to take a unique examination, and as long as they were talented, they had the opportunity to stand out.
The eclectic exam attracted a large number of participants, including a candidate named Du Fu. Du Fu was full of confidence at that time, believing that his talent could be recognized.
However, after the results came in, he was not selected. Tang Xuanzong was puzzled by this, and Li Linfu, the treacherous minister who presided over the examination, told him that this was because the emperor was a saint, and the talents were already in the imperial court, and there were no available talents among the people.
Tang Xuanzong didn't think much about this matter, but the candidates began to reflect. The 35-year-old Du Fu was heartbroken, he is a rich second generation, and he is also a rich second generation with ideals.
He told himself that he could not admit defeat and that he must stay in Chang'an to realize his ideal of helping the people through the world. Because he was not good at exams, Du Fu began to ask for relationships everywhere, often writing self-recommendation letters to the ** people in Chang'an, and patting them in various ways in the letters.
However, in the face of reality, dignity is worthless. After the official's father died of illness, Du Fu, who had no financial support, began to have a difficult life, and he could only rely on collecting and selling medicine and helping friends to get by.
He sent his wife and children to live in Fengxian, which was close to Chang'an, and he could often go home to see it. In Chang'an, Du Fu experienced many difficulties, and his life was full of hardships and hardships.
However, he never gave up and always stuck to his ideals. In 755 AD, at the age of 44, Du Fu was appointed lieutenant of Hexi County, and although it was not the type of work he liked, he accepted it.
Later, he changed to the right guard to lead the government to join the army, which is essentially a warehouse manager, responsible for guarding the armor and weapons of the soldiers, and managing the access control lock and key. Although this job is not his dream job, it is a fresh start for him, and he can't wait to share his joy with his wife.
In the cold winter, Du Fu was shivering from the cold when he walked home on the way home. He passed by Lishan and looked at the Huaqing Palace in the distance, and his heart was full of emotion. That was the place where Tang Xuanzong and Yang Guifei soaked in hot springs, a world without cold and suffering.
Li Longji has been the emperor for so many years, and he has long forgotten his original intention. Nowadays, traitorous ministers are in power, all kinds of harsh taxes and miscellaneous taxes, and the people are not able to make a living. After returning home, Du Fu learned that his youngest son had been starved to death.
Du Fu cried, he thought that because he was born in a ** family, he already enjoyed privileges, and he did not have to pay taxes and serve in the military, and his life was still so difficult, wouldn't other poor people be even more pitiful.
The world treats sentient beings so unfairly. Du Fu was full of grief and indignation and wrote "Five Hundred Words of Yonghuai from Beijing to Fengxian County". There is such a sentence in it: Zhumen wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road.
In December of the same year, the Anshi Rebellion broke out. In order to escape the war, Du Fu moved to Qiang Village with his family. While Du Fu fled, Tang Xuanzong was also busy running away with his wife, children and subordinates.
The invincible Tang Xuanzong finally lost face in this Anshi Rebellion. The crown prince Li Heng said goodbye to Tang Xuanzong halfway, and announced his ascension to the throne in Lingwu, which was for Tang Suzong.
After Du Fu learned the news, he couldn't sit still anymore. Although he is middle-aged, Du Fu is still a hot-blooded man. Now that the country is in trouble, how can he stay out of it.
After Du Fu settled his wife and children, he went through layers of blockades all the way, and before he reached his destination, he was arrested by Hu Ren as a suspect. At the same time, Du Fu was arrested by another great poet, Wang Wei.
Wang Wei was too famous, and was sent to Luoyang as a key object to be taken care of. Du Fu is not famous, and he looks extraordinarily vicissitudes, less than 50 years old, already full of gray hair, he is depressed at first glance, and his guards don't take him seriously after escorting him to Chang'an, and let him entertain himself.
Du Fu's days in Chang'an were thrilling. The Hu people carried out a bloodbath on the clan nobles who stayed in Chang'an, and the nobles who were lucky enough to flee for their lives had to change their faces and even hide in the bushes just to survive.
He refused to say his name, but he was a slave in his hardship. It has been a hundred days of thorns, and there is no skin on the body. Prime Minister Fang Xuan led 40,000 Tang troops to fight with the Hu people in Chentao, and the Tang army was wiped out in one day, and the blood flowed like a river.
The Hu people were busy holding a celebration party in Chang'an, and the tears of the people of Chang'an, who were living in dire straits, dried up. Du Fu, who was in Chang'an, had a kinship in his heart and wrote "Sad Chen Tao".
The days in Chang'an are like living in the years. Du Fu was worried, worried about the troubled times, his family, and the increase in gray hair, because he was originally a precocious person. The country's broken mountains and rivers are still there, and the spring grass and trees in the city are deep.
He looked at the flowers and wept, and the sound of the birds made his heart ache. The beacon fire continues, and the family letter is extremely precious. His hair became less and less scratched, and he could barely wear a hairpin.
During countless long nights in Chang'an, he was worried about the future of the country and his wife and children. The moon in Juzhou is beautiful tonight, but his wife can only enjoy it alone.
Her children were too young to understand her sorrows. I don't know if she cried and swollen her eyes again because she was worried about her husband's uncertain life and death, thinking of this, Du Fu sighed.
His wife, Yang, was born in a family of eunuchs and was a rich lady, but she was hard-working. In Du Fu's eyes, she is the best woman in the world. Du Fu wrote more than 1,400 poems in his life, but there was not a single line of flirtatious poetry.
The woman in the Qinglou is the eternal theme of many ancient poets, but Du Fu is not a romantic talent. He always writes poems seriously, except for the common people, the woman who appears the most is his wife.
In his writings, you can always see a down-and-out man who is disgraced every time he comes home. Once I went home, I burst into tears once, and I broke my intestines once. In the Anshi Rebellion, where human lives are like grass, every time you open the door of your home, you can see the scene of "Jingjing to the thatched hut, and the wife is dressed in a hundred knots".
Her wife suffers from wearing patched clothes, living in a thatched hut, and taking care of her children alone. Du Fu also wrote to his wife, telling her about the difficulties of not being able to go home.
He hoped that his wife would understand him. Du Fu only loves one person in his life, and he is the non-mainstream of the times. He cares about his wife and the fate of the country. One day, Du Fu, who lived in the temple, took advantage of the dark moon and high wind to run away again.
In April 757, Du Fu finally got his wish and ran to Tang Suzong. His white hair fluttered in the wind, and it was particularly dazzling. Tang Suzong looked at Du Fu, who was wearing straw sandals, ragged clothes, and both arms were exposed, and his heart was quite moved.
Du Fu was appointed as the Left Collector, a position that was primarily responsible for advising the emperor. Soon after taking up his post, because Du Fu spoke for the disadvantaged Prime Minister Fang Xuan, he angered Tang Suzong.
Du Fu is a simple-minded scholar who does not understand the complexity of officialdom. Tang Suzong saw that he was unconscious, so he simply gave him a holiday and asked him to go home to see his wife and children. On the way home, everywhere I looked, the mountains and rivers were broken, and the people were miserable.
The prosperous Tang Dynasty has long been a memory, and now the Tang Dynasty is like a hell on earth, the war has devoured too many people's lives, and the white bones on the roadside are shocking. Thinking of his wife and children, Du Fu was even more worried, wondering if they were okay.
Du Fu returned to his long-lost home with trepidation, and his wife cried and laughed when she saw her husband returning, and the dead ghost was still alive. In troubled times, it is already a great blessing in life to be able to reunite with your family.
When the neighbors heard that Du Fu, who had been missing for a long time, had returned alive, they climbed up the wall one after another, and were moved to tears when they saw the touching picture of their husband and wife recognizing each other. Don't look at Du Fu as a straight man, he also knows that he is considerate of his wife, he saves money and buys a little cosmetics for his wife, Yang says that the old man spends money indiscriminately, but his heart is sweet.
He was dressed up a bit"The thin wife's face is restored"。The naughty daughter also learned her mother's makeup, but her eyebrows were drawn thicker than the crayon Xiaoxin. "When the time is shifted, the thrush is wide.
Seeing their daughter's funny appearance, the family couldn't help but laugh and laughed, such a scene is the warmth that Du Fu has always cherished in his life. At night, Du Fu and his wife were in the candlelight, you look at me, I look at you, I am afraid that the meeting is a dream.
The majestic red clouds are in the west, and the ground is flat under the feet of the sun. The birds of Chaimen are noisy, and the guests are thousands of miles away. My wife blamed me, and I was shocked to wipe my tears. The world was in turmoil, and survival was accidental. The neighbors filled the walls, sighing and sighing.
The night is more candlesticky, relatively like a dream. The next day, the neighbors came to visit Du Fu with wine, and they chatted while drinking, and the neighbor's uncle said that the recent situation in his hometown, a large number of men were conscripted, even children were not spared, and the fields had long been deserted.
Mo Ci has a thin taste of wine, no one cultivates the millet land, the military revolution has not ended, and the children are going to the east"Du Fu listened to his uncle's words, so sad that even the wine he drank was not fragrant. After returning to Chang'an, he was soon implicated due to Fang Xuan's loss of power, and Du Fu was sent to Huazhou to join the army as a gong, presiding over local sacrifices, ceremonies, schools and other work.
During this period, Du Fu witnessed the devastation of the war and the displacement of the people, and he wrote with great sorrow and sorrow. Du Fu once stayed in a poor house in Shihao Village, and in the middle of the night, he met a strong man, and the old man had already climbed over the wall, leaving only the old lady and her unclothed daughter-in-law, and the little grandson who was crying.
The old lady begged to be on an errand, but she was still taken away and sent to the military camp in Henan overnight. After years of war, only the people suffered. How many families have been torn apart, how many people have no bones.
Du Fu later resigned from the position of Huazhou Sigong to join the army and continued to live in exile. He was disillusioned with the authorities, disillusioned with politics, and no longer wanted to be an official, preferring to be alone.
There are wars everywhere, and Datang no longer has an inch of pure land. Du Fu wandered around, he once moved to Qinzhou with his family, writing poems could not make a living, Du Fu had to collect and sell medicine every day.
However, the economy is sluggish, and the money earned from selling drugs is like a drop in the bucket, and Du Fu's life is difficult to maintain. He lamented"I'm afraid of being shy when my bag is empty, so I have to keep a penny to watch"couldn't make any money, went home empty-handed, and saw the child crying with hunger, Du Fu's heart was like a knife.
Although his wife didn't say a word of complaint, Du Fu was already very sad. Hearing that Chengdu was rich in products, Du Fu later took his wife and children to Chengdu. He chose a vacant lot by the Huanhua Creek and built a thatched house.
Du Fu was penniless, in order to build this grass house, he had to ask for everything, even one of his large porcelain bowls was obtained from a friend, and he also wrote a poem for this, explaining that this big porcelain bowl is beautiful in the rich and noble, and now I am sad in this thatched house.
Knowing that the big porcelain bowl is sad, he still wants to let the big porcelain bowl live in his thatched house, which is the most serious selling cute. "And in Wei begging Dayi porcelain bowl Dayi porcelain light and firm, buckle like mourning jade Jincheng legend.
The white bowl of the Jun family is better than frost and snow, and it is pitiful to send Mao Zhai urgently. "Du Fu spent a rare quiet time in a thatched hut in Chengdu. "The old wife draws paper for a chess game, and the child strikes a needle for a fishing hook"It's a good day to have an old wife and children with you.
He began to write poems for nature's various creatures. "The willow branches are weak, and the loquat is fragrant""The Cottage"."The drizzle of fish comes out, and the breeze swallows slanting""Water Threshold Heart"."Dive into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently""Spring Night Rain".
Du Fu is a person full of great love in his heart, and his pen gives all things in the world deep affection. His thatched hut, though simple, carried his home. However, one night of violent rain blew the roof of the thatched hut to pieces, some hung on trees, some fell into the river, and some fell to the ground, and the rain was pouring down, and Du Fu's house instantly turned into a pond.
Du Fu and his family couldn't sleep until dawn. After dawn, Du Fu looked around for thatch, and in his old age, he had to endure the bullying of the children around him, who picked up the thatch and ran, no matter how Du Fu called, he didn't come back.
Du Fu could only smile bitterly. Ordinary people may complain, but Du Fu is not an ordinary person. He took the pain lightly and began to pray for the suffering people in the world, as long as they could live in a good house, let him live in a thatched hut and freeze to death, he was willing.
He shouted: "There are thousands of mansions in Ande, and the poor people in the world are happy!."The wind and rain do not move, and it is as safe as a mountain. Woohoo!When I suddenly see this house in front of me, it is enough for me to freeze to death alone!
You can imagine a kind old man, despite his tattered clothes and sickly face, still religiously praying for the blessing of people he has never met. However, fate does not seem to be kind to him.
In 765, after Yan Wu's death, Du Fu left Chengdu with his family, and soon after, the city fell into civil strife again.
In his later years, Du Fu wandered the rivers and lakes and sighed: "How does it seem to be fluttering?"Heaven and earth sand gulls. One day, the old Dutanzhou sold medicine, and met the old court musician Li Guinian, and the two talked happily with tears in their eyes.
Du Fu sighed: In the past, we met in the mansion of King Qi, and I heard the song in front of Cui Jiutang. Now the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is good, and the season of falling flowers is again. With the passage of time, they have gone from being in their prime to going through vicissitudes.
During his stay in Kuizhou, Du Fu received assistance from the governor Bai Maolin, owned 40 acres of citrus groves, and lived a stable life. In addition to farming, he still insisted on writing, leaving more than 430 poems, among which "Ascending" is known as the crown of seven words.
From the ambition of his youth to the hardships and hardships of today, Du Fu's passion has been defeated by reality. Under the persuasion of his younger brother, he left Kuizhou, where the climate was harsh and friends were scarce, and gave the land to his friends.
Although Du Fu treats money as dung, life would be difficult without it. He longed to return home, but spent the last year and a half of his life on a ship, where illness and war prevented him from returning.
In the fifth year of the Great Calendar, Du Fu died of illness at the age of 59. It was only 43 years before his grandson, Du Siye, brought his coffin back to his hometown. Du Fu was neglected in the literary world during his lifetime, and his talent was not recognized, and he did not receive the due honor until after his death.
The reputation of the eternal years, but there is only a lonely afterlife.