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

At this moment, Du Fu was both excited and relieved.

The previous aggrieved, depressed, and troubled were all swept away.

He can face up to the content and fate on the projection.

Even if it was said before, to build a thatched hut, and the roof is still dried up, he can still look at it calmly!
Li Bai also said with a complex expression: "Brother Du Fu's path to become a poet is really difficult, but fortunately, he succeeded in the end."

Li Bai was really happy for Du Fu.

On the projection, Gao Yang's voice sounded, but everyone knew that Du Fu's deeds were coming to an end, because he was almost fifty at that time, and he was 58 years old when he died!

The poets of the prosperous Tang Dynasty and the poets of later generations all looked at the huge projection, and at this moment, their minds were in a trance.

At this time, Gao Yang's voice continued to sound.

"Back to the year when I went south from Tonggu to Chengdu, this was a correct choice. Du Fu had a friend who was an official in Sichuan. As the saying goes, it is good to enjoy the shade under a big tree. This sentence is classic and correct. Here, our Uncle Du finally ushered in a comfortable time."

"Although it's still a bit miserable, compared to the previous savage life, this is undoubtedly much better."

"Although I have also seen that many friends in official circles broke up with others when they were in trouble, and it is a bit sad, but the reality is also a good thing. After all, such friends are not friends."

"Life in Chengdu has improved, and Uncle Du's poems have become extra gentle,"

"The round lotus floats with small leaves, and the fine wheat falls with light flowers."

"The fish come out in the drizzle, and the swallows slant in the breeze."

Even a spring rain makes you feel endless tenderness. A good rain knows the season. When spring happens, it sneaks into the night with the wind, moistening things silently.

When I heard that the war was pacified, I was overjoyed and wrote the happy sentence "If you sing in the daytime, you must drink too much, and you can return to your hometown with your youth". Therefore, there is no such thing as a realist poet, as long as you are If you want to write, wild sentences and pastoral poems are all easy!

"Although there were indeed tragic incidents in which the roof of the thatched cottage was toppled by a strong wind during this period, the overall life of the uncle is quite chic."

"But the good times don't last long. Fate is his lifelong enemy. Within a few years, Yan Wu, my uncle's high-ranking official friend, died of illness. Life in Chengdu gradually became more difficult, and the days of not getting enough to eat came again."

"So, in 765, the uncle had to leave Chengdu with his family and went down the river, hoping to return to his hometown. After the death of his friend, there was another famous article. It can be seen from the sentence that the stars are flat and the wild is wide, and the moon is surging and the river is flowing!"

"The starry sky is low, but the plains are vast, and the river is rushing forward, and the moon is surging with the waves. This is directly in line with the current drifting days and the loneliness of old age!"

"It can be seen that uncle's writing power at the moment has reached its peak!"

"But the days that followed were also very unfavorable. The uncle traveled to Chongqing and Leshan, and the continuous travel made him sick. When he went to the governor of Kuizhou, he was unable to move forward. At this moment, he was suffering from lung disease, rheumatism, and rheumatism. These diseases made him suffer even more."

"Our uncle... has also reached his twilight years, and the day when he is about to die..."

Accompanied by this sentence, everyone in Wanchao couldn't help sighing.

Some can't bear it.

Gao Yang's deep voice continued to sound.

"It was the Double Ninth Festival again, and the old and gray-haired Uncle Du climbed up to the high platform outside Baidi City alone. It was late autumn, and the autumn was crisp and clear. Looking out from Baidi City, one could only feel the stretch of mountains and rivers and the agitation of the sky. "

"At this moment, the evening wind blows with the unique coolness of late autumn, the apes in the mountains mourn, the birds return to their nests on the sandy cliffs, and the golden fallen leaves are quietly falling. ..."

"Uncle only feels that the world is deep in the depths. He stands on the highest platform outside Baidi City, blowing the cool wind and looking back at the past. He was so unrestrained when he was young, wearing fur clothes, and riding a horse. How comfortable and chic, and then It’s ten years of job hunting in Chang’an, losing a son, being demoted, a savage..."

"Scenes of memories rushed towards him. Under the torment of a lifetime of suffering, all kinds of vicissitudes, and all kinds of emotions, the uncle wrote a poem with a pen. This poem is also called "Unmatched in ancient and modern times, the seven-character verse is the first"!"

"This masterpiece is "Climbing the High"!"

"The wind is rushing, the sky is high, the ape screams and mourns, and the white bird flies back to Zhuqingsha."

"Boundless falling trees are rustling, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling in."

"Wandering With Melancholy, a century on stage alone and sick."

"It's hard and bitter to hate the frosty temples, and the new wine glass stops when you're down and out."

Under Gao Yang's slightly deep voice, the song "Deng Gao" resounded throughout Wanchao.

A poet of the previous dynasty closed his eyes and pondered carefully, and then said loudly: "This poem is indeed the number one in seven-character regulated poems! This poem is worthy of its name."

A poet of later generations couldn't help crying and said in a low voice: "The poem "Climbing the High" is full of blood, and every time I read it, people can't help crying."

Gao Yang's voice continued.

"The ape screams, the sorrow of things, "the bird flies back", the hesitation of love, "the boundless fallen trees", the bleak scenery, "the endless Yangtze River", the touch of the heart, "thousands of miles" is far from home, "sad autumn " is the misery of the moment, "being a guest" means wandering in a foreign land, "a hundred years" means being old and gray, "sickness" means dying, "being on stage alone" means having no relatives and friends, and finally only "difficulty" "Bitter hate", "Frosty temples" and "down and out", "Xinding" dirty wine glass"! "

"This poem has told the uncle's life, but every word is crying blood."

"This song "Climbing the High" makes people think of the young man in "Wang Yue" in a trance. He once dreamed of boundless, starry sky and sea of ​​clouds. You can wait ten years and travel all over the world, but you end up with a hundred years of illness, hardship and hatred, how ironic?"

"In 768, Du Fu knew that time was running out, so he decided to return to his roots, so he returned to his hometown. On the way, he wrote "Climbing Yueyang Tower", which is considered the first of Tang's five laws by later generations!"

"In 770, I was on a small boat in Dongting Lake. At that time, the river was calm, and the glare of the sun reflected on the surface of the river. The uncle was tired...he fell asleep, and he had a dream."

"In his dream, he dreamed that his parents, wife and daughter were all around him, and even the little son who starved to death stayed obediently by his side. All the passers-by in life, at this moment, all appeared on the stage."

"Aunt Gongsun danced her sword in front of him, just like she was back then. Li Guinian sang on stage, and the eighth officer of Wei, Gao Shi laughed and rushed towards him and gave him a big hug. Every time a piece of meat brought by Chengdu greeted him with care, Li Bai raised his wine glass to him not far away, and shouted to him,
"Brother Du, I haven't seen you for a long time. I'm going to drink three whites."

Du Fu smiled, very brightly.

"The rivers and rivers are changing, and in the past, you can see the flowers on horseback. Outside the dream is his life's bitter sea, and inside the dream is his fiery mountains and rivers."

He fell into a deep sleep, but couldn't wake up again. Du Fu, aged 58, died of illness on a lonely boat...