"The state of emperors in Qinzhong since ancient times".Chang'an, the capital of the Tang Dynasty, was the most famous place in Guanzhong in history.This one was bigger than Rome in the Middle Ages.Famous cities such as Milan and Venice are even wider and larger in scale, and their area is more than six times larger than the current Xi'an.The whole city is seventy-two miles around, and the north of the city is the imperial palace.The most important ones are "Da Ming" (East Nei), "Tai Chi" (West Nei), and "Xing Qing" (South Nei), which are called "Three Great Nei".There are many other palaces and palaces, and there are many residences of princes, generals, ministers and relatives near the imperial city.There are two big cities (markets) and 108 square and rectangular squares (streets) in the east and west of the city. Except for the main street leading to the imperial palace, there are many wide and straight streets intertwined between the squares.There are very few civilians living here, and most of them are officials and officials; there are also those prosperous shops and rich houses.The location of such a national political, economic and cultural center was also in the heyday of Kaiyuan and Tianbao (Tang Xuanzong Li Longji era) in the Tang Dynasty. Let alone the royal palace and the princely mansion with thousands of doors and thousands of households. The Guangdian, the Chonglou, and the carvings face each other. Even the families of ordinary wealthy businessmen and scholars have painted buildings and vermilion columns, whitewashed walls and snow-reflected walls, tall gates and frivolous fur horses.The richness of its stores, the dense population and the attention to food and drink are simply endless.To the south of the capital is Qinlong in the west and Lantian in the east.Zhongnan Mountain stretches eight or nine hundred miles.There are also several tombs (five tombs) standing on the plateau in the north, and the dead bones buried in them are all the supreme rulers of this big city in the past-feudal emperors.Although their great authority in their lifetime has long been dissipated, only these few piles of loess are left for posterity to sing and laugh in the smoky sunset.During this period, it still maintained its majestic appearance, lush and pine, facing Nanshan, majestic.As for the smoke trees in Weibin, the flowers and moon in Qujiang, the beauty of Fanchuan in Weiqu, and the wonder of Yanta in hot springs, there is no place that is not a famous scenic spot, which attracts people's nostalgia.

After the twenty-eighth year of Kaiyuan, in order to love Concubine Yang, Li Longji did not hesitate to use the world's people and material resources and the court's reputation to win her favor.Yang's brothers (Zuan, Guozhong) and sisters (Han, Qin, and Maung's wives) are all nobles, tycoons and riches, and even those who are slightly related to the Yang family are also prominent officials and powerful.One daughter Cheng Huan, six relatives and rich salary.Nepotism is in power, and all surnames suffer, "so that the hearts of parents all over the world" have the hatred of "not reborn as a male but reborn as a female".

Love between men and women is not determined by age.Since we can't explain that the imperial concubine is sixty years old, and Yuhuan only favors the rich and youthful, we deny the sincerity of the love between the two parties.However, the sons of Gaoliang who inherited the wealth accumulated by their ancestors should go bankrupt, and the emperor of the world should do whatever he wants, and take the road of subjugation and ruin. It brought serious disasters and also caused typical tragedies in history to the parties themselves.How did this evil result come about?In the twentieth century, the British crown prince "not valued the country but valued the beauties". He could show his honor for his mistress, fly together, and travel far away without all the artificial obstacles, and people were not affected by him.But Emperor Ming caused chaos because of his love, so that Cuihua went west, and the six armies did not move. He watched his beloved Mark die tragically, buried incense in the loess, covered his face and mourned, helpless.When it comes to "Yuyou's life and death have been separated for many years, the soul has never come to dream", and the lonely lamp is exhausted.When I am deeply in love, I can only place my extremely painful feelings in the void, searching hard for the Taoist priest Lindeng, intending to find a soul for him in heaven and earth, to review the "secret oath", to be restrained by his wife, and to hate forever In the end, isn't it the result of the society at that time?

Li Longji used to visit Xingli Mountain and bathe in hot springs.This pampering of Concubine Yang made Huaqing Palace a place where he often came and went.They go to avoid the cold in winter, and they don't even return until the beginning of spring.The emperor's game is really not easy!Don't talk about the six palaces with pink and black, emerald green and neon lights, guarding the habayashi, accompanied by civil and military, and the five family horses of the Yang brothers and sisters all have their own clothes and ornaments, and the five teams line up, and the shadows on the temples compete for victory. , where the pearls and pearls pass by are as bright as the clouds, colorful and dazzling, illuminating the Tongya.That kind of rich and luxurious scene is beyond imagination.Many officials, big and small, who are rushing to worship are not included.As a result, even the entire market inside and outside the capital has been depressed, and the huge waste of manpower and material resources is really astonishing.

In the fifth year of Tianbao (in May of the third year of Tianbao, the year was changed to Zai), in late September, Li Longji and his concubine Yang Yuhuan moved to Huaqing a few days ago.The weather was cold, and it was almost dusk. The sad wind howled, and the dust and fog filled the air. The usual grand occasion of "cars like flowing water and horses like dragons" on the official road was no longer seen.It's just two rows of willows, the fallen leaves shake the wind, the yellow clouds cover the sun, and the sand sweeps the ground.The remnants of branches and fallen leaves that were swept up by the strong wind flew all over the sky and fell to the ground, dripping and rolling, like water rushing forward without a single stop.In the dim light of the setting sun, looking at the unique and magnificent Wuling Beiyuan, it has long been covered by wind and smoke, and even the majestic and magnificent Chang'an City has lost its original brilliance.There is only a faint outline, and there are so many golden and green towers and garden pavilions inside and outside the city, let alone a single shadow.Farmers in various villages who were able to live before, because of frequent conscripts in recent years, the fields are barren, and the whole family faces each other with sad faces, and very few people come in and out.Large areas of fertile fields are nothing but withered soil and grass, forming a desolate scene.There were only a few people on the wide official road, scattered in front and behind in the wind and sand, struggling to enter the south gate.Among them is a middle-aged man with a medium build, a beard, and a pale appearance. This is the poet Du Fu to be written in this book.

Du Fu's surname is Zimei, and his ancestral home was originally Du Ling in Jingzhao (Chang'an).Because Du Xun, the great-grandson of Du Yu, the famous general of the Jin Dynasty, moved to Xiangyang in the early years of the Eastern Jin Dynasty and became the ancestor of the Du family in Xiangyang, so history books say that he is from Xiangyang.In fact, Du Fu was born in Yaowan, two miles east of Gong County.Since his great-grandfather Yiyi has moved to Gongxian County, Henan Province.Since his distant ancestor Du Yu, there have been many civil and military officials, and his maternal ancestor Cui's family was even a noble family who had intermarried with the royal family.Although he was born in such a family of nobles who were famous scholars, descendants of Zanying, and "following Confucianism and guarding officials", his grandfather Du Shenyan also served successively as a member of the food department and a direct scholar of Xiuwenguan, but his literati habits are very different. Deep, and after being demoted in the middle, there is not much property left.His father was the Sima of Yanzhou, and he was also a minor official with a limited salary.He lost his mother when he was a baby, and was often sick when he was young. For a long period of childhood, he lived in the home of his second aunt in Renfengli, Jianchun Gate, Luoyang.He has been gifted since he was a child, and he likes to study hard. Under the loving upbringing of his aunt, he not only has a long history of family education, he can compose poetry at the age of seven.Dalai even knows calligraphy, painting, music, and sword riding on horseback.At this time, his family background was not too bad, and he was conceited about his talent, "reading thousands of volumes", and he had great ambitions. "Qiu Ma is frivolous", and he worships his distant ancestor Du Yu for martial arts, and his intention is not to be ignorant of "family monument" (Du's poem "My family monument is not ignorant"), compared to Jiqi (ancient famous official); he admires him for literature His grandfather, Du Shenyan, made "Qu (Yuan), Song (Yu) Yaguan" and "Xizhi (Wang Xizhi, a famous calligrapher in Jin Dynasty) north" talk so loudly that he had no children left.So when he was only nineteen years old, he had "the ambition of the four directions". He crossed the Yellow River in the north and began to deal with Xixia (Yi family in Shanxi). Things, I feel that I am more knowledgeable, my vision is getting wider, and it is like picking up fame and fame.In the twenty-first year of Kaiyuan, a flood occurred in Chang'an, and Li Longji led all civil and military officials to move to Dongdu (Luoyang).Du Fu took the exam to visit his elderly aunt and some relatives and friends. He killed two birds with one stone. He first returned to his hometown in Gongxian County, asked the county government to recommend him, and then returned to Luoyang to take the exam. In the 25th year of Kaiyuan, because Li Ang, the tester of meritorious service, was held accountable by the Juren, it was changed to be the chief examiner of the Minister of Rites, so people also changed it to the examination of the Ministry of Rites).At first, I thought that fame and fame were promising, but when I got it, I didn't know that the Xianggong exam was not easy.This year, only 27 Jinshi were admitted, and nearly 3,000 people took part in the examination.At that time, the examinations not only emphasized power and status, but also honored false names, favored favors, and passed joints, which often caused talented people to resent and poor people to swallow their voices.The disadvantages of Kaiyuan are even worse.For a Confucian scholar like him who is new to fame, has no one to cite, and is not yet well-known, it is naturally a dream to want to be named on the gold list and be proud of himself.After the first year, I felt that I could live a free and undisciplined life, but in the second year, I thought about traveling again.First went to Yanzhou, Shandong Province to visit relatives, and then traveled to Qizhao (now Shandong and southern Hebei Province). He returned to Luoyang in the 29th year of Kaiyuan and married the daughter of Sinong Shaoqing Yang Yi.During the two ten-year wanderings, although I made many like-minded friends, they all encountered the same literati as he did. They could only cook wine, talk poetry, shoot and hunt on horseback, and none of them could quote them. Since then, he has been in the blue sky and has achieved his ideal career.His dearest aunt died at this time, and he was already sad, but seeing that although Luoyang was rich in cultural relics, people were very snobbish, which aggravated his depression.

In April of the third year of Tianbao, Du Fu suddenly met Li Bai, a poet who was known as a drop fairy at that time.Most of the literati are acquainted with each other, but these two great genius poets hit it off and became close friends in poetry and prose.Du Fu was not only attracted by the demeanor of this Qinglian scholar, but also accepted that he retired after his success.Ranger is good at Taoism, intending to make alchemy and seek immortality to transcend things.Save yourself, always dissatisfied with the influence of reality. Li and Du are very speculative.In addition to sipping wine and talking at night in the same bed, we also went to Liang (Kaifeng) and Song (Shangqiu, Henan) together to look for Yaocao.Later, he went deep into the Taoist holy land of Wangwu Mountain, the small Youqingxu Cave, intending to find immortals and practice Taoism, and to take elixir.Although the righteous man Hua Gai they wanted to visit did not die as a fairy, so they had to go back.Their talents and spirits are still flying high, and they are incomparable throughout the ages.On the way home, Li and Du met another poet, Du Fu's old friend Gao Shi.These three good friends are together, either Meng Zhu (Daze in Shan County, Pingyuan) for autumn hunting, Qintai (in Shan County) for singing, or looking south at Mangchang and north at Bohai Sea.Old friends and new acquaintances gather here happily, and the pride is overwhelming.

After autumn, Gao Shi traveled south to Chu, Li Bai temporarily left for business, and Du Fu also became the guest of Li Qi, the governor of Beihai.Not long after, Li Zizi went to Ziji Palace to lead Daozhuan back to Qiuzhou, and Du Fu went looking for it again.Friends meet each other, and friendship grows deeper.But good times don't last forever, and the long distance will be short.Li Bai was going to visit Jiangzuo again, and Du Fu had been wandering abroad for more than ten years, so he could not display his life ambitions at all.His father, Du Xian, was transferred to Fengtian (Qian County, Shaanxi Province) county magistrate again, and he wrote many times asking him to go west to Chang'an, and then think about seeking fame.These two good friends broke up from now on, and it was a farewell forever.

Du Fu hurried back to Luoyang, discussed housework with his beloved wife, went to visit his father first, and then went to Chang'an to seek fame.The solitary guest house, eats east and stays in the west, and has no definite residence.He has always been in and out, and at this time the number of his family is increasing and his livelihood is dwindling.Although the former unbridled and frivolous fur horses can no longer be regained, relying on his father is still the county magistrate, and he has not yet arrived there. With infinite sorrow, Qing accepts the situation of "remnant cup and cold burn".He is generous and generous, and made many friends as soon as he arrived in Chang'an.Even though Shijiu I befriended was a down-and-out literati, frustrated and shabby, he still had contempt for those clothes that looked like walking corpses, and rarely visited them.Just write a poem casually, say something against your will, and go to assassinate the rich.Complimenting the dignitaries became the fashion at that time, and it was unavoidable for the sages, so it is no wonder.This man has a strong heart and comes from a noble family.A genius poet who is supercilious is still something he doesn't want to do.

Before noon that day, Du Fu saw the autumn wind blowing, the dust and fog were flying, and he was bored for a while, so he prepared some wine and meat, and met with Weisunzai of Huayuan County and some scholars from Xianyang to drink and chat in the guest house, and did not intend to go out.After being drunk, I suddenly remembered that my new friend, Zheng Qian, was versatile and a very nice person. Rice is cooking.Seeing the end of autumn and the beginning of winter, the difficult days are set.What is the scene of such a big windy and sandy day?At that time, I was tempted to give him some money, as a way of being a friend.

Sun Zai and another scholar Wang Yi admired Du Fu the most. Seeing that he still wanted to go out, they tried to dissuade him again and again, saying, "It's hard for a horse to walk in such a big wind and sandstorm. How can you drive into the city from such a long distance?" When Du Fu thought of this talented man who suffered from the autumn wind and was short of food and clothing, he felt pity, why would he listen to dissuasion?Riding on the wine, he didn't even want a horse, got up on foot, and hurried to the city.It was easy to brave the wind and sand into the Anhuamen city cave (also known as Dinglumen, one of the three gates in the south of the city), when suddenly a gust of wind blew towards the face with a large canopy of sand.At that time, he held his breath, staggered and took several steps back before he could stand still.Just turned around, panting and spitting, while wiping the wind sand from the corner of his eyes with his cuff, suddenly he heard loud shouts, the whips of the people in front of him were swaying, and he hurriedly dodged aside, Liuqi who was coming from the city with the wind The fast horse has been surrounded by the large swirling sand and glanced past.Immediately the people roared again and again, threatening, just as the whip was raised, it was blown away by the strong wind, and the horse galloped forward without even knocking it down.Amidst the howling of the mournful wind, Hugh said the sound of hooves, even the driving bell on the horse was dumbfounded by the wind, so he couldn't hear it.Du Fu had an unexpected accident and almost suffered a great humiliation, so he was naturally angry.Pointing to where he came from, he just opened his mouth to scold, when he suddenly saw two riders in brocade clothes and flower hats, wearing the attire of palace servants, they knew they were the eunuchs and guards who had rushed to Mt. The mouth retracted again.He only spat on the ground and walked into the city. The wind and sand in the gate of the city gate came one after another, and it was so big that it made people's eyes blinded and their breath blocked, making it difficult to move.Du Fu walked backwards along the wall against the wind.When he passed through the city gate, his heart was cold and his teeth were chattering.Fortunately, the wind in the city slowed down slightly, and the road was approaching, so I hurried to the back of Guiren Fang on the east side of the road.The road was not far away, and the wind was blowing from behind again. At that time, my body felt light and my steps quickened.He arrived in a short while.He hurried all the way, still panting, didn't even bother to wipe his nose, and reached out to knock on the door first. Zhengqian's family lived in a low house in a back alley.Seeing the bitter autumn wind this day, thinking about the approaching winter and the children still wearing single clothes, my heart starts to chill.The weather was cold, and since the afternoon, I was wrapped in a quilt and fell asleep in the small room.Looking at the newly painted "End South Spring" on the painting table with missing legs, which has been covered by dust and turned yellow, he only sighed slightly, and didn't bother to get up and tidy up.Zheng's wife closed the door tightly because there were no cars or horses at the door on weekdays, so no one would come in such a windy day.Then I went to the main room to sew old clothes, and prepared to put them on for my husband and children to keep out the cold, and wait until late autumn, and then make up my mind in winter.After mending, I have to be busy preparing the tap water and fresh rice that comes at night, so even my husband doesn't bother to look at it, and he is in a mess.The two children were young and afraid of the cold, so they lay on the couch next to them under the old quilt, and fell asleep after their mother mended their clothes before getting up and putting them on again.The wind was whistling wildly, and the visitor had an accident, so there was no sound of knocking on the door. Seeing that the door could not be opened for a long time, Du Fu suspected that something had happened, so he became even more eager to visit.In a moment of urgency, he stopped knocking on the door and went around the wall to shout wildly. The side walls are low, and they are very close to each other.This area is facing west again, Zheng Qian was a little sleepy when he heard someone shouting in the wind: "Brother Zheng!" He made friends with Du Fu's voice, his heart was overjoyed, he hurriedly got up from the bed, he didn't even care about putting on his shoes before running out.He got up so fast that he forgot to take off the quilt wrapped around his body, caught it through the crack of the door, and fell down.Hearing that Du Fu was still yelling outside the door, he was caught in his busy schedule and still put it on his body.He answered repeatedly in his mouth and ran outside. Zheng's wife had just mended the old clothes when she suddenly heard shouts and saw her husband with messy hair running out of the next room through the window. He was wearing an old quilt and was blown by the wind. From Lao Gao, the shape is very strange.Shocked, she hurriedly opened the door and chased after her. Seeing that her husband had stopped shouting and was rushing towards the street door, she became even more surprised.Just as he called out the word "you" in a hurry, there was a bang, his eyes darkened, and a piece of gray hurriedly acted as a hood, and his heart became anxious again.When I lifted it up, I saw that the bed clip that my husband was wearing was blown by the wind.At the same time, the street door opened, and a person walked in. In the shadow of the wind and sand, he recognized Du Fu, her husband's new friend. He was overjoyed, and quickly retreated back to the house. Just as Du Fu heard that Zheng Qian seemed to be responding inside, he hurried back to the door, Zheng Qian had already opened the street door, rushed forward and held his hand.Feeling that the other party's hands were colder than his own, and his clothes were very thin, he felt sore and didn't want to speak at that time. Zheng Qian said with a smile: "It's windy outside, let's talk after entering the house." So he pulled Du Fu inside. As it was getting dark, Zheng's wife came back in the wind and sand. As soon as she returned to the house, she picked up a newly mended jacket and threw it on the kang, waking up her ten-year-old daughter and asking her to get up and help.I was busy lighting the lamps, when I heard loud noises outside, I laughed secretly: "These two people are really weird! One is willing to brave the wind and sand, and visits from afar; Blow it down, what do you do?" hurriedly rushed out and closed the door, and rushed back to the house.First, add the only little lamp oil left in the lamp bowl, add another lamp grass, and bring it to the east room. As soon as you enter the door, you see the two guests sitting on the couch together, laughing and talking to each other, holding hands there, and hitting each other. Tinder, lit the lamp and saw that the visitor's neat clothes were already covered with dust, and his face turned grayish yellow, he hurriedly said: "You still don't want Brother Du to take off his clothes and dust off the dust? I'll wash my face." Du Fu called out "Sister-in-law" and was about to stand up to salute when Zheng's wife hurried out. Zheng Qian found out that Du Fu's beard and hair were all yellow, and couldn't help laughing. He hurriedly took a duster to help Du Fu dust off his body, when he saw the eldest daughter Aji walked in with a newly patched jacket, he remembered that there was something wrong with him. chills.I took it casually and stuffed it under the long clothes, it was really warmer. Follow Zheng's wife to fetch a basin of warm water.Only then did Du Fu feel that there was sand in his ears, nose and mouth, which made him very uncomfortable.Just as he was about to wait for Zheng's wife to leave and wash up, he suddenly saw Zheng's wife whispering to Zheng Qian, with a smile on her face, knowing her master's intentions, she hurriedly took out the ten taels of silver she was carrying, and said to Zheng Qian with a smile: "My little brother is not short of traveling expenses yet. Wei Zuocheng (Ji) came to visit the day before yesterday and gave me some money, which happened to be passed on to my brother, for a little temporary food and rice expenses, or to make two more coarse clothes. The younger brother wants to disturb you for a meal, so let's chat for a while before leaving Woolen cloth." Zheng Qian took the silver and handed it over to Zheng's wife. He said with a smile, "Our neighbor is not rich either. The hen keeps the eggs and refuses to pay on credit. It's no wonder. Now that we have money, we can borrow or buy it. We can accommodate it." Well, it would be even better if you could get some wine. If you really can't do anything, brother Du and my generation will never dislike the shabby nature of my family's simple food and drink, so we don't have long-night talks, which will reduce the happiness of the two of us. You and Ah Yuan split up and think of ways to go! Don’t spend this autumn night lightly, it’s a good thing, and we’ll talk about everything else tomorrow.” Zheng's wife knew that Du Fu lived far away, so she couldn't go back that night.Hearing that her husband had stayed at the bed, the other party's expression was also very happy. Fang felt that this man was really wonderful, and suddenly saw that the bed was still empty, he just frowned, then changed his mind, suddenly smiled, promised repeatedly, and asked Zheng Qian first swept away the dust in the room, and hurriedly took his daughter out. While busy washing, Du Fu looked back at his master and said with a smile: "In such weather, it's a pleasure to talk with friends. I won't stay here, and I won't leave either." Zheng Qian laughed and said: "That's right. Don't look at our thin wine and cold, rough tea and light food, but my way is not alone, I am open-minded, and I respond with the same voice, and we talk about the autumn night together. It is better than the green wine, the red light, and the mourning. Bamboo is unique and clear!" After finishing speaking, he and Du Fu clapped hands and chatted freely.