In the last few years of his life, what was Du Fu worrying about? ", the content is as follows:
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In May of the first year of Zong Yongtai in the Tang Dynasty (765), Du Fu's life has entered the countdown.
On the bank of Huanhua River in Chengdu, he slowly closed the door of the thatched cottage, and tremblingly stepped onto a small boat.
This is the last time he leaves the thatched cottage.
Facing the river, he mocked himself and warned himself:
You can no longer cry and cry and worry about the country and the people.
He was 53 years old this year, in poor health, and his hair was all white. Before that, he suffered from malaria and pneumonia, and he coughed all day long; later, he suffered from wind paralysis, and after writing for a long time, his hands and feet became numb.
where to go To whom? He actually didn't know either. Maybe it's Hunan, maybe it's expected to go to Luoyang, not sure.
Half-life acquaintances are gone, and there are not many friends in the world. Li Bai and Wang Wei passed away a few years ago. Fang Guan, a minister who has always been very close, also died two years ago. The artist friend Zheng Qian died last year. Su Yuanming, a poet friend, also died last year, and he died of starvation.
My friend Yan Wu, who has been taking care of me, also died a month ago. Du Fu lost his last support and had to leave.
Du Fu told himself that in the future, it is enough to write poems to worry about other people, don't be negative, stop thinking about the world, and stop crying like a dog to the news!
In his words:
Everything has turned yellow, and the rest of my life follows the white gull.
The minister of safety and security is here, so there is no need to shed tears!
It means that you have lived like this ghost, everything is over, and the remaining life is coming soon, so stop worrying about the country and the people.
The so-called "ministers of safety and security are here", aren't there those ministers there? The country is good, let them worry about it!
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Traveling all the way, when he came to Kuizhou, his condition worsened, and the weather became cold again, so he had to suspend the journey and stay.
The bad news came—a war broke out in central Sichuan. The soldiers rebelled on one side, and the generals on the other side killed each other.
At the same time, Tuyuhun, Tubo, Huihe, and Dangxiang Qiang continued to invade, and the people fled everywhere, leaving their children and daughters behind. The officers and soldiers are equally brutal, killing and robbing people is not lost to foreigners at all.
In the cold night, Du Fu struggled to sit up and picked up his pen.
Didn’t your family say you stopped writing? What's more, your feet are useless, and you cough again, take good care of yourself, old man.
"It's okay, I don't write, I just take notes." Du Fu said.
I want to record the war that broke out in central Sichuan: "The history of the assassination in Yuzhou last year, and the history of the assassination in Kaizhou this year."
I want to record the tragedy of people being displaced and abandoning their children halfway: "Twenty families entered Shu together, and only one person left Luogu."
I want to record the actions of those officers and soldiers who killed the people and plundered women. They are as powerful as tigers and wolves, and as cruel as Tuyuhun and Dangxiang Qiang: "It is said that there are more women in the officers and soldiers when people kill people in Hanshui."
If you can't think of a title, let's call it "Three Quatrains". Du Fu told himself, this is not worrying about the country and the people, I just record it.
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Seeing that returning to Luoyang was nowhere in sight, Du Fu stayed in Kuizhou and began to manage his own life. Life, no matter how difficult it is, you have to live well.
He rented some fields for his family to plant, and later bought a thatched cottage and raised some chickens.
He also met fans by accident—a local official actually knew him and gave him a piece of orange grove. For the last time in his life, he had a reliable life.
He does all sorts of things to distract himself, to keep himself entertained.
For example, chatting and talking with local Yi people.
For example, lying on the couch and reminiscing about the past, missing the scene of roaming with old friends Li Bai and Gao Shi.
For example, it's really interesting to study the rhythm of poetry seriously, and it's really interesting.
During that time, the titles of his writings were always "relieve boredom" and "relieve boredom", as if he was determined to be an old man who farmed and raised chickens with peace of mind.
But he still couldn't sleep. Lying by the river, listening to the sound of water, he was sleepless all night.
Kuizhou is peaceful on the surface, but the world is still chaotic. Tubo conquered Ganzhou and Suzhou again, and the imperial court was helpless.
The warlords in various places are becoming more and more domineering, and the chaos in Shu has just been quelled, and Zhou Zhiguang, the governor of Tonghua, rebelled again. This person is extremely cruel, and he is best at burying other people's families alive, and killing people and eating meat.
People's livelihood is also extremely difficult. In some places, people eat grass roots early and wood veneer late.
So Du Fu couldn't sleep. He wrote poems one by one, expressing his worries. He said: "If you don't sleep and worry about wars, you will be powerless to straighten the world!"
A half-disabled person, struggling to get on the kang, and unable to kick the right step, actually wants to "rectify the universe"