One year, I talked to my students about Haizi's "Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms", saying that facing the sea means turning away from the mainland. Let them talk about what the sea and the continent might represent in the eyes of the poet?
At that time, read the poem, "Go from tomorrow and be a happy person,......Reading the poet's repeated persuasion to himself: you have to feed the horses, chop wood, travel the world, you have to be happy in real life, but at the end of the reading, it is the poet's resolute turn, "I only want to face the sea", and I feel a great sadness.
That kind of sadness is both sad for the kind of asking for but not being able to, and sad for the kind of helplessness that knows what to do but can't achieve it. It is also sad for oneself, because only oneself can truly understand one's own boredom and vulgarity, and know that he is just substituting one's own life situation with the lofty pride of others, anesthetizing and moving oneself in the illusion.
For so many years, I have lived so awkwardly, and the root cause is only here: I can't let go and can't let go, and I can't hold anything and be inexplicably stubborn.
In my impression now, I still remember a little bit of "When the Stars of Mankind Shine", and after reading it, I feel that a certain moment of people affects and even determines the direction of history; There is a certain quality or decision of man that illuminates the ordinary world.
However, the reality no longer pursues excellence, people chase idols just to defeat the everyday, people commemorate heroes only to deny reality, will we use the behavior or quality of heroes or idols as the benchmark for our words and deeds?
Perhaps so, so in this "Chang'an Ke", the contradiction between the mockery of the impermanence of fate and the hopeless struggle of the poet is focused. Those poets, they have their own shortcomings, or cater to the powerful, or have an uncertain position, or stalk, but when we stand on the bank of history today, look at the ups and downs of the struggling people! Watching them go from young to old, from high-spirited to destitute, from hope to disappointment and then despair, I realized that in fact, we are all the same, but we are just a group of people in the reverse journey.
Excerpt: Li Shangyin.
He gave up everything he had gained in the spiritual world, and he still collapsed."
As the eldest son in the family, Li Shangyin walked all the way back to Xingyang from Huojia to Xingyang with a cart containing his father's coffin, presided over the funeral, and settled his family. In order to support his younger siblings, he copied books and ...... rice for othersAs long as he can exchange rice and noodles, he will do anything. I do everything, but I can barely make ends meet.
It was to make the fox family lend a hand, whether it was to study or go to Beijing to take the exam, whether it was to be a brother, to accept the roll for him, and to climb the Big Wild Goose Pagoda. However, it is difficult to repay a deep favor, just like a huge debt that cannot be repaid. What's more, the fifth Jinshi and the first after falling the fourth time still relied on Ling Hu's relationship, so that his desire to repay Ling Hu Chu's family in a dignified manner became a joke.
Jin Shi and Di, before the official award, will not have a penny income. At this time, Linghu Chu died, the shogunate was dissolved, and the staff had to fend for themselves, with an old mother, a younger brother who needed to spend money on exams, and Li Shangyin, who had two younger sisters to be married, had no income for more than a year, he had to make money, he was not qualified to choose to become a pure and arrogant shore in line with all the world's imagination of a poet, and he must seize every opportunity to climb up.
He entered the shogunate of Wang Maoyuan and married Wang Maoyuan's daughter in the same year. Since then, Li Shangyin, who has been trapped in party disputes, put the words "betrayal of grace and no action" on his back, and was later added "let go of profits and stealing cooperation". The family he wanted to maintain lost his economy, his social status, his relatives and friends, all the help he received from the outside, and some of them only looked cold and rejected, poor and poor.
He did a lot of things in his life to make his family happy, but everything fell apart; He tried a lot in his life to make others understand him, and in the end he almost failed. And he didn't want to write clearly, and he couldn't write clearly, but it became a masterpiece.
Du Fu: He is the "Du" of "Weidu in the south of the city, go to Tianshawu" after the famous family.
When he was young, his daily life and even exams and being an official were not within the scope of his worries. At the age of 40, he lived in a dilapidated house, with a pond of water outside the door and a mossy bed inside the door, lacking food and clothing, and contracted a lung disease, which turned into malaria. Self-deprecating himself, forty years old but no official position, is a waste given up by God.
When the night was dark, he went out of Chang'an, only because his youngest son, who was less than a year old, was about to starve to death. In winter, the night is cold, and the wind seems to blow the mountain off when crossing the mountain. The frostbite-infused hand was already frozen and unconscious, and the wind blew the belt of the garment, and tried to reach out to tie it, but the fingers could not be bent. It snowed in the second half of the night, and Du Fu, who was covered in wind and snow, heard a cry as soon as he entered the house: the youngest son had not waited for him, and had already starved to death. This is the result of his incompetence. With a father's deepest guilt and remorse, he wrote his poems.
In the Anshi Rebellion, he was displaced, adrift, and he could only sing about his hometown in his memory and the prosperous times of the past in his poems. He finally wanted to go home, but due to the war and various accidents, he did not return to his hometown in the end and died of illness in Yuezhou.
His beloved son Zong Wu was exiled to Huxiang with his father's will, but because of poverty and illness, Zong Wu died young. His grandson Du Siye borrowed money while begging along the road, and finally buried Du Fu back to Yanshi, fulfilling his long-awaited wish to return to his hometown. This year, forty-three years have passed since Du Fu's death.