At the beginning, Qin Shi Huang traveled to my home

"At that time, the battle of Yecheng broke out between the Tang army and the An Lushan rebels, and the Tang army was badly defeated.

And when you, Mr. Du Fu, were on your way back to Huazhou from Luoyang, you saw that the war brought endless disasters to the people.

I am deeply moved by the patriotic spirit of the people who endured humiliation and joined the army to fight.

So he wrote down his immortal work.

The three official plays are "Xin'an Li", "Shihao Li" and "Tongguan Li".

The three farewell poems are "Farewell to a Newly Married Woman", "Farewell to an Old Man" and "Farewell to a Homeless Man", which describe the present state of the Tang Dynasty as you, Mr. Du Fu, see it.

It reveals the decline of the Tang Dynasty and the darkness and suffering that the war brought to the people.

What I find unforgettable is "The Stone-Hao Officer", in which it is written that Mr. Du Fu stayed overnight in the Stone-Hao Village at that time.

In the middle of the night, the officers and soldiers came to arrest people to fight.

The old man who was staying there quickly jumped over the wall and fled, while the old woman went to deal with the soldiers.

The soldiers' voices were very fierce, and the old woman's cries were so miserable.

She said that her three sons had all gone to serve in the battle of Yecheng, and not long ago, one of them brought her a letter.

He said that his two sons had died in the war, and now there was no one at home except for a hungry little grandson.

Later, the old woman said that although her body was weak, she was allowed to serve and do logistics," Li Wubu sighed deeply.

War is cruel and merciless. Whose sons, husbands, and fathers are those dead soldiers?

How many more broken families are left?

After hearing this, everyone felt a tightness in their chest, and even breathing became a little difficult.

Emperor Taizong of Tang, Li Shimin, clenched his fists tightly, his eyes reddened, "Li Longji, look at the evil you have done, look at the evil you have done!"

The ministers also had red eyes. The Tang Dynasty should not be like this. Li Longji had committed too many sins.

The common people in wartime especially, they feel the same way. Their sons, husbands, fathers, and all the men in their families have been captured to serve in the army, and they don't know when they will come back. When will this damn war ever stop?

The people cried.

Sky

"Brother Zimei has seen a lot that I have never seen, the sufferings and difficulties of the Tang Dynasty and what the An-Shi Rebellion brought," Li Bai smiled bitterly. Just by listening to the little immortal talking about "The Stone-Hao Officer", one could tell how chaotic the country was at that time.

"I would rather not have seen it," Du Fu sighed. If possible, he certainly did not want to see it, such as the Three Elegies and Three Farewell Poems. He did not want such a thing to happen again.

"Senior Li Bai, Senior Du Fu, relax, it won't happen again, drink, drink," Su Shi saw the two people so sad, even the handsome Senior Li Bai couldn't help feeling uncomfortable. In fact, they didn't feel good either, but it hadn't happened yet and it could still be changed. Thinking of this, he was extremely grateful to the little immortal.

They all drank again, each with his own worries and sorrows.

"Ancestors, let me tell you a funny story. Someone in later generations asked why the officers and soldiers didn't capture Master Du Fu to serve as a conscript when he stayed in Shihao Village!" Li Wu was stunned when he saw this.

Everyone looked at Li Wu. Is this question serious?

"Hahaha, you little immortals, you people in later generations are really funny. You even want to capture Senior Du Fu to serve as a soldier?" Su Shi couldn't help but hold his forehead with his hand. Which smart guy asked such a question?

The man in front of the sky curtain also twitched his mouth. Although Du Fu was a little down and out, he was still an official to some extent, and those petty soldiers did not dare to arrest him.

"My little fairy, this is an interesting question. The Shihao official wouldn't dare arrest Brother Zimei," Li Bai shrugged and drank a glass of wine. "The difference between an official and a clerk is still very big!"

Li Wu nodded, "That's true, and Senior Du Fu doesn't need to do military service or pay taxes. I mentioned that before, hehe."

The others nodded. That was the case. Besides, there was no way that the blind Shihao Li would arrest Du Fu.

"These questions from you later generations are really interesting," Su Shi said with a smile.

"It's normal to ask this. After all, it's been so long, it's inevitable that we don't understand each other," Li Qingzhao said while eating some fruit.

"Yes, yes, that's right. In the second year of Qianyuan, there was a severe drought. Senior Du Fu wrote two more poems expressing his concern for the country and the people.

It was also after the beginning of autumn of that year that you, Mr. Du Fu, became extremely disappointed with the dirty political situation of the time, so you gave up your position as an official in Huazhou.

Perhaps he was disappointed with the Tang Dynasty. With treacherous officials causing chaos and causing chaos, the people were living an extremely difficult life.

After several twists and turns, Mr. Du Fu settled in Chengdu and built a thatched cottage with the help of Yan Wu and others. We all call it Du Fu Thatched Cottage.

Later, he was recommended by Yan Wu to be the military advisor, and his family moved to Sichuan.

But not long after, you, Mr. Du Fu, resigned again.

Since the death of your father, Mr. Du Fu, your life has become increasingly difficult, and more and more miserable.

You lived a poor life, and as we can see from the poems you wrote later, those days were indeed very hard.

A thatched hut was built at the back, but it was blown away by the wind. For this reason, Mr. Du Fu composed a poem called “Song of the Thatched Hut Destroyed by the Autumn Wind”, in which he left two famous lines: “I wish I had thousands of spacious houses to shelter all the poor people in the world and make them happy.”

Even in these difficult times, Mr. Du Fu, you still care about the people."

Du Fu basically never had a good life afterwards, and the poems he wrote were very bitter. The path he took was different from others.

So he became a saint, the poet saint!

"I wish I had thousands of mansions to shelter all the poor people in the world. Good, good poem, Brother Zimei, I am not as good as you," Li Bai felt a little guilty. Brother Zimei was so poor, but he always thought about the people in the world. He admired him.

"Brother Taibai, what are you talking about? Brother Taibai is the one I admire the most," Du Fu said with awe, as he thought he was no match for Brother Taibai.

Brother Taibai is his idol, an idol, and he feels that he is not as good as his idol!

Idols are the best (゜ロ゜)

The two people complimented each other for a long time.

Su Shi and others feel like they are redundant again.

"They are both amazing, both amazing. Senior Li Bai is free and easy, which is what Senior Du Fu has always pursued. Senior Du Fu considers too much, just like us ordinary people," said Li Wu.

Moreover, the poems written by Du Fu are relatively realistic and concern the common people.

The older I get, the more I understand Du Fu's helplessness, unwillingness, and helplessness.

"In the third year of Dali, Senior Du Fu, you are already quite old and miss your hometown more and more.

Your dreams are filled with the mountains and waters of your hometown and your younger self, so you are eager to go back and take a look, even just for once.

So you traveled by boat, passing through Jiangling and Yueyang and heading north, but you encountered war again and were forced to return south and then to Tanzhou.

However, Tanzhou was hit by chaos again, and you, Mr. Du Fu, fled to Hengzhou. You originally planned to seek refuge with your uncle, but the river water level rose sharply, so you had to stay in Fangtianyi for the time being.

"You, Senior Du Fu, had not eaten for five days. Fortunately, the county magistrate sent wine and meat, so you, Senior Du Fu, came back to life. Otherwise, you would have starved to death!"