This anchor can deal with it, he really exposed the emperor's black history

Looking at the huge projection, everyone was silent. At this moment, especially some young scholars, they were even more silent. When they looked back at their official careers, they complained about getting up early, falling asleep late, and being in office. Low, life is not fair, but compared with the Du Fu I see now, it seems... those are trivial things.

Du Fu himself was also in a daze. He looked at the projection, his body was stiff and motionless.

He didn't understand, why, his life was so ups and downs, on the projection, he was almost fifty, but why fate was still so unfair to him?

Do you still want to suppress him again and again?

What did he do wrong?
Even Du Fu at this moment has doubts about his previous choices. Is it really worthwhile for him to persist in this life?
At this moment, Du Fu was stunned, and his heart was filled with mixed feelings.

As for what it feels like to witness his own miserable situation, Du Fu has his own answer at this moment!
When he was in a daze, Gao Yang's voice sounded, and Du Fu raised his head instantly after his next words.

"Every candy that life gives uncle is indeed bitter, so bitter that he can't swallow it, but he has to swallow it. Uncle is really miserable, but... destiny still opened a door for uncle."

"You must know the will of heaven, and you must have good poetry in the world."

"This is a poem written by Bai Juyi after reading Li Du's poetry anthology, or is it because Big Brother Bai told the secret in one sentence and read it clearly. This sentence is perfectly suitable for uncle. You have to understand the meaning of God." , the sharpening for you is a good poem that the world needs you!"

"That's true. Du Fu's verses are the result of these experiences. The dark night gave the uncle a pair of special eyes. Therefore, the uncle used them to see the tears of the old man who fled during the Anshi Rebellion, and the concern of the newlyweds who sent off their husbands to the battlefield. I saw things that I couldn't see in the bustling world!"

"That's why later generations have "Three Officials" and "Three Farewells"!"

At this moment, Du Fu raised his eyes in astonishment, and he stared closely at the projection.

"It was because I came face to face with the rebels and was trapped in Chang'an, that's why I saw the ruins of the country in Chang'an City, the people who suffered under the rebels' hands, and the devastation in Chang'an City. This is a prosperous age. What Chang'an doesn't have!"

"That's why the famous "Spring Hope" has been passed down through the ages!"

"The country is broken, the mountains and rivers are there, and the city is full of spring vegetation."

"When I feel the time, the flowers splash tears, and the bird hates the farewell."

"Fenghuo lasted for three months, and the family letter was worth ten thousand gold."

"The bald head scratches shorter, and the hairpin is full of lust."

"..."

"The country is broken and the mountains and rivers are there, and the city is full of spring vegetation!"

When Li Er read this poem, he felt an inexplicable sadness, which was indescribable, and shocked him very much.

Gao Yang's voice gradually became louder.

"It is precisely because of these experiences that a great poet was born. The path he took was different from all poets, but he went to the extreme."

"Although it is miserable and difficult, it has left countless treasures for future generations. After escaping from Chang'an, returning to Luoyang and reuniting with old friends is obviously a very touching and difficult thing, but what the uncle wrote "Gift to the Eight Guardians" is so sad that people want to cry."

"On this road, there are not only these two poems? How many wanderers sighed in "Moon Night Recalling My Brother", in which the dew is white from tonight, and the moon is the brightness of the hometown. How many people are moved by it?"

"When I was in Chengdu, I wrote another "quatrain", in which two orioles sing green willows, and a group of egrets go up to the blue sky, they all say that there is no scenery near home, but uncle, you broke the secular saying, these two sentences Outline the ordinary scenery next to your house directly into the beauty of the prosperous world!"

"After Tonggu, I went south to Chengdu. Although fate continued to beat you hard, the hardest days were finally over. When I was in Chengdu, with the help of my friend Yan Wu, I built the Huanhuaxi Thatched Cottage, which is also the famous Du Fu Thatched Cottage in later generations."

"At this time, living under the fence, suffering from hunger and cold, the young children are clamoring for delicious food in your arms, uncle, but you can do nothing. Although there was a moment of confusion, you wrote the song "The Thatched Cottage for "Song Broken by the Autumn Wind"!"

"There are tens of thousands of mansions and mansions, and the world's poor people are all happy!"

"This sentence has been eulogized through the ages and has influenced the future for thousands of years. Countless poor people regard it as the words of a saint! Every time I read it, tears flow down my face!"

"This is you, Du Fu. Even Lu You, more than 400 years later, will come to Huanhuaxi to pay tribute to you, and pay tribute to you with a sentence of humble people who have crossed the cold time and space."

"Fate is indeed unfair to you. Since the first imperial examination, fate has been cruelly beating you. Bereavement of father, bereavement of son, war, one thing after another, when you don't give you a breather, it comes so fast , came in a hurry, as if it was going to crush you, but you held on!"

"And it turns out that anything that doesn't knock you down will make you stronger!"

"It's true. Lost son, lost father, was arrested back to Chang'an, demoted to Huazhou, the officialdom was dark, resigned angrily but encountered severe drought, moved three times, each time was worse than the last, and each time was worse than the last, so that the grassland Picking up things, jumping up and down like a wild man in the valley..."

"But you didn't fall down. On the contrary, the suffering has made your artistic ability to the peak. What you see and understand is far from ordinary poets!"

"You have gained an ability, an ability to turn decay into magic. In your pen, no matter what you write, you can write it to the best. No matter what it is, no matter what emotion you want to express, as long as Asking you to pick up the pen, uncle, is a stroke of God!"

"Take a pen and make a poem. Everything in the world is like this. This is you, Du Fu!"

"Even in the Tang poetry world where poetry is the most prosperous, Li Bai, Wang Wei and other masters are everywhere, Uncle Du still learns from others. You follow the road they have walked, and you also walk the road they have not walked, and then walk out of a road that belongs to you. A broad road that cannot be replicated by oneself and others!"

"At the age of 48, a master of poetry, who is enough to be proud of the poetic world, has emerged!"

"You are a poet——Du Fu!"

"..."

You are the poet Du Fu's words are like the sound of the avenue, resounding in Du Fu's mind, shaking him out of his thoughts!

At this moment, when Du Fu, who was watching the projection, saw these contents, the previous grief, indignation, depression, and confusion were all swept away. Looking at those verses and listening to the last two words, he was relieved.

Let go of the injustice of fate, let go of his wandering life!
He is the poet saint Du Fu!
Although no one recognizes him now, in future generations, he has been recognized, his literary talent, his talent, has been recognized!