As mentioned above, Meng Haoran was unhappy with Tang Xuanzong because of the poem "Returning to Nanshan at Dusk", which made Tang Xuanzong unhappy and missed a great opportunity!
Originally, I just wanted to humble myself, but I didn't expect it to be overdone, and a little bit of negative energy exceeded the ......
This incident hit Meng Haoran very hard.
After more than 30 years of hard study, how many days and nights of imagination about ideals and careers have all stopped at an outdated poem.
Extremely depressed accompanied by pain and loss, he had no choice but to leave Chang'an.
Later, Xiangyang assassinated Han Chaozong and planned to introduce Meng Haoran to the imperial court. Speaking of this Han Chaozong, it can be said that he was a Bole at that time, Li Bai once said:
There is no need to seal the marquis of ten thousand households, but I hope to know Han Jingzhou.This person has a lot of background, and the success rate of the people recommended by him has always been very high. The surprise came too suddenly, Meng Haoran was grateful and grateful.
As a result, on the day of the agreed entry into Beijing, Meng Haoran was so drunk that he was unconscious, and he couldn't call it up, so he directly released other pigeons, ......
In this way, Meng Haoran lost the last chance to join the company, you must know that Meng Haoran was 47 years old at this time.
The previous experience of failing to seek employment has left too much pain and shadow on him who is introverted, sensitive, and high-minded, maybe this time he is afraid, afraid that he will fail like before.
He didn't have the courage to face such a blow again, nor could he afford to bear such pain ...... again
Ideal tickets, always expensive.
Later, when Zhang Jiuling served as the governor of Jingzhou, Meng Haoran served briefly under his scenes, and then returned to the countryside and remained unemployed for the rest of his life.
Away from the hustle and bustle of the city, live a dull life in the quiet mountain forest, sleep until you wake up naturally every day, bask in the sun, drink tea, read books, fiddle with flowers and plants, fish in the river, and then post a circle of friends:
The most beautiful scenery in life is the calmness and calmness of the heart. We have been so anxious for recognition from the outside world, only to realize in the end that the world is our own, and it has nothing to do with others. ”
If drinking in the front only made him lose his job, then this time he directly lost his life.
Later, Wang Changling, who was famous for his poems about the "Seven Absolute Holy Hands", passed by Xiangyang and made a special trip to visit his old friend.
In the same year, Meng Haoran had a poisonous sore on his back, which had just improved and was in the recovery period, and the doctor repeatedly instructed him not to eat irritating food, not to eat fish, shrimp and seafood, and especially not to drink alcohol.
But when the old friends saw each other and talked happily, Meng Haoran's hospitable and frank characteristics broke out again, and the two drank with fish, staggered, and drank in the dark, and dripping with joy.
Indulged in a feast with Wang Changling, but because of the consumption of river fresh, the back gangrene recurred, and the next day, Meng Haoran had a back gangrene**, and died at the age of fifty-two.
When the bad news came, the Tang literary world was shocked, and the poetry world felt regret and sorrow for the sudden loss of such a talented poet of the landscape pastoral school.
Meng Haoran has been unsatisfactory in his life, but he is not decadent. His frank and enthusiastic and somewhat pedantic character, which remained unchanged until his death, is dominated by this character, and his light poetry is more and more admirable.
As a fan, Li Bai praised him:
I love Master Meng, and I have heard of it all over the world.The poet Saint Du Fu also praised his poem "Qing poetry can be passed on".The red face abandons the Xuan crown, and the white head lies on the pine cloud.
The drunken moon is often in the saint, and the flowers are not a thing.
The high mountains are safe and up, and they are in vain.
Meng Haoran's landscape poems are pure in language, elegant in style, beautiful in artistic conception, and endless in aftertaste.
He was one of the most famous representatives of the Tang Dynasty landscape idyll, and together with Wang Wei, he was called "Wang Meng".
If Wang Wei is like a hibiscus in autumn water, he laughs at himself by the wind;
Then Meng Haoran is like the beginning of the Dongting Pavilion, and the leaves are slightly falling.
The Shanshui Idyllic School had a great influence on the poetry creation of later generations. Meng Haoran's poems are naturally diluted, easy and idle, and have the beauty of great ingenuity
"There is a spring flowing stone on the recitation, and the wind comes to the sound of Panasonic."In terms of life experience, compared with other poets of the Tang Dynasty, Meng Haoran's life is very simple, the first half of his life is to study in the countryside, and the second half of his life is to go out to seek employment.
He loves nature and nature, and is heavily influenced by the idea of seclusion, and the family education pursues Confucianism, coupled with the idea of the times that scholars should have something to do in the prosperous environment, resulting in the second half of his life that is quite tangled and contradictory.
wants to pursue fame, but can't do all his best to do it; Returning to the former rural life and fearing that life will be lost, it is difficult to return to the leisure and peaceful state of mind of the past.
Compared with not knowing what you want, perhaps what is more painful is that you know that your goal is **, but you can't do your best to achieve it.
Finally, let's borrow a poem by Wang Wei to conclude, blessing the end of life, Meng Haoran also got the relief in the poem
Get off the horse and drink the wine, and ask the gentleman what to do.On the way home is the New YearThe gentleman was unexpected, and returned to the South Mountain.
But don't ask again, when the white clouds are endless.