In 768, autumn. On the beautiful Hanjiang plain, Du Fu is sending a distant relative to Sichuan.
The name of this relative is a bit awkward, called Li Jinsu. How far is the "distant room"? Anyway, Du Fu's name is Li Jinsu's "twenty-nine younger brother", so the specific relationship is not clear. At present, it is known that it is possible that Du Fu's grandfather's grandfather's eighth grandfather is the ancestor of Li Jinsu.
At this time, Du Fu was in the last two years of his life, very thin and haggard; That relative is still a teenager, very simple and sunny.
Du Fu is a sentimental person. For this super distant relative, he reluctantly wrote a poem to see him off:
"Our ship,
Will stay away from each other.
The goose that flew into the sky that day,
Also lined up in mourning. "
In the autumn wind, the young man held Du Fu's hand with tears in his eyes: "Cousin, I also like to write poems, but when can I write to your level!"
Du Fu patted him on the shoulder and said, "Come on, you can do it. We will communicate next time. "
The above conversation is my guess. To be sure, they never met again after this separation.
What Du Fu probably didn't expect was that although Li Jinsu's poems were eventually unknown, his son would become a generation of giants.
In the future, children will take the burning torch from their own hands and shine on the glorious road of Tang poetry.
In 790, a boy was born. He is in poor health, thin and small. Father Li Jinsu loves him very much and wishes him health and happiness.
"I want to name him with the most auspicious words." Li Jinsu thought. He named his son "Li He" and the word "Changji", hoping that he would be lucky all his life.
Li He has been very melancholy since he was a child, and he doesn't like to talk. His eyes often shine with strange light.
"Son, what are you going to do in the future?" The family asked.
"I want to write poetry." Master Li said flatly.
"Forget it!" Parents are old. "It is difficult to write poetry. Those fierce people before you, such as Wang Wei, Li Bai and Du Fu, have written all the good poems that can be written in this world! Look at those' Dali Ten Talents' who refused to admit their cowardice, insisted on writing poems and didn't make great achievements. Writing prose is all the rage now. "
Master Li was silent. His eyes went through the clouds and reached the sky.
Somehow, a voice seemed to say to him, "Have you really thought it over? The palace of poetry can't accommodate you. "
Li He looked around, and sure enough, in the glorious hall of Tang poetry, poets, poets, Shi Fo, poets, poets and even poets were all there, and there were really no seats.
"There must be space." He said firmly.
"Yes, but ... there is only one Shi Gui left."
Li He laughed at the sky. I'll do this, Shi Gui.
Slowly, Xiao Li and he grew up. His hometown is in Changgu, Henan, a mysterious and quiet place. He often rides a little donkey given by his father and walks a long way alone.
He will climb the mythical Nuwa Mountain and visit the legendary ancient temple, where the goddess spearmint ascended to heaven. He also came to Fuchang Palace, which was in disrepair, inaccessible and haunted by dragons and phoenixes.
In this magical place, Xiao Lihe solemnly announced that he had determined his writing style.
"Reality? Romantic? Wushu? Love? " The family asked.
"No, my main direction is magic." Master Li said flatly. Home fell down again.
I'll be eighteen in a flash. Li He arranged his poems and prepared to go out of his hometown and conquer the outside world. His goal is a great city-Luoyang, the east capital.
The family is very worried: "Although you are the grandson of the Tang Dynasty, it is enough to say that you are a rich farmer because of your poor family. Now it depends on the exam, and the writing is so magical. Who will help you? "
Li He asked: "Who has the biggest wrist in the literary world now?"
"This ... is of course Dean Han Yu."
"Okay, I'll go find him."
"He is a big V, and you are a trumpet. What do you want with him? "
Li He smiled smugly and added another sentence that made his family faint: "Push each other!"
Don't get me wrong, the so-called "mutual push" is not to push each other down, but to recommend each other.
For example, two WeChat accounts send messages to each other saying that the other party is good, and they are very happy to increase their fans together. It's called pushing each other.
Xiao Li and Han Yu want to push each other, which is even more difficult than going to heaven-there is an unwritten rule in the literary and art circles and martial arts circles: the large size does not need to be pushed by the small size, for fear of losing money and powder.
My main business is reading Jin Yong's novels. For example, in Jin Yong's Legend of the Condor Heroes, Huang Rong warmly invited his father Huang and the seven eccentrics in the south of the Yangtze River to push each other: "Dad, I want you to meet some friends. This is the famous Six Heroes in the South of the Yangtze River. He is jing elder brother's master. "
Huang, who has hundreds of thousands of fans, refused rudely. He "rolled his eyes" and said directly, "I don't see outsiders."
Han Yu's position in the literary world is equivalent to Huang's position in the Wulin. At that time, the most original literary number in the literary world was called "Ancient prose movement", which was a super-large number with millions of fans and was operated by Han Yu. As we have introduced before, Han Yu also writes soft articles for people to read, because he has a big wrist and is expensive. He writes epitaphs for others, and the charge will always be "a horse, a saddle, a title and a white jade belt". Writing articles earns more money than others' salary as an official.
There is only one way to impress Han Yu, a great writer: take out the most fierce poem and surprise Dean Han.
Traditionally, opening the first book is particularly important. If you want to attract the attention of the bosses quickly in a period of time, the most wonderful masterpieces must be placed at the beginning of the book. Li He thought for a long time and finally made a decision: "The first song, we play Wild Goose Gate.
Dean Han Yu is very busy.
All day long, in addition to writing, scientific research, taking care of students, we have to deal with the trivial matters of the school, the acceptance of the education department, and various admirers and female fans ...
On this day, Han Yugang sent off a fan, very tired and "very sleepy". His graduate student came in with a stack of materials.
"I said I don't read files at night ..." Han Yu was a little impatient.
"It's not a document, it's a contribution from a young man in Henan." The graduate student said.
"Then ... all right."
Han Yu attaches great importance to the contribution of young people. He unbuttoned his belt and sat cross-legged on the sofa reading. The first song is "Wild Goose Gate Taishouxing".
After reading the first four lines, Dean Han jumped up with excitement, and his pants fell to his ankles. What he read is:
Dark clouds crushed the city and destroyed it.
The light shines on the sun.
Horn sounded all over the sky in autumn,
Stuffed with fat-swallowing night purple.
Han Yu certainly knows the goods-countless heroes in the Tang Dynasty wrote Yuefu and frontier fortress, and their masterpieces were like clouds, but they had never seen such a beautiful picture scroll.
He read until the end:
Half a roll of red flag is near Yishui,
The frost is heavy and cold.
I thank you on the golden platform,
Take Yulong to death.
Han Yu shouted excitedly, "Get this man back for me!"
"Ok, I'll call the female fan back …" said the graduate student.
"Powder you head! Not a female fan, this Li He! Li He! "
Soon, Big V Hanyu met Little Li He. He held the hand of a 18-year-old man tightly and said only a few short words: "Push! Let's push each other! "
Five Han Yu kept his promise and introduced Li He's poems many times, giving him a platform. With his help, Li He's popularity increased greatly, and he began to improve rapidly.
He should strike while the iron is hot and take the opportunity to take the exam for Jinshi. In the Tang Dynasty, there was no roll call in the imperial examination. Whether a candidate can pass the examination has a lot to do with his reputation. Li He was quite famous at that time, and with Han Yu's appreciation, he had a good chance to get into the exam.
However, an unexpected thing disrupted Li He's plan-the bad news suddenly came from his hometown, and his father died, so he had to go back to his hometown for three years.
Fate played with him for the first time. He had to watch helplessly as his three good friends, Wang Shenyuan, Yang Jingzhi and Quan Kun, were admitted to Jinshi, and he had to wait in his hometown.
Han Yu didn't forget this young man, but also specially wrote a letter to Li He, enthusiastically encouraging him to start over.
After waiting for more than a thousand days and nights, Li He's system expired and he went out again. Seeing you again, Han Yu was shocked: Why is your hair all white?
It turned out that Li He was premature and bald before he was 20 years old. Time is especially precious to him. "This time, I can't fail anyway."
The first round is the Henan government exam. Li He got good grades and passed the exam easily. He was qualified as a "scholar in his hometown" and got a ticket to Chang 'an.
The next stop is the Imperial Capital. He is full of ambition: "big eyes and strong heart, don't forget the singer's surname is Li."
He didn't notice that behind him, many competitors were looking at him with envy and trying to get rid of him. It is difficult for these people to compete with Li He in literary talent, so they use the most powerful trick-complaining.
After repeated excavation and investigation, these people finally found Li He's loophole.
Please hold your breath and listen to the charges they found for Li He:
"Li He's father's name is Jin Su, which is homophonic with Jinshi. Li He's coming to take the Jinshi exam is a great insult to his father and a serious unfilial! "
Did you almost faint after listening to it? This can also be established?
The answer is: yes. This charge is enough to sentence Li He to death in the future. In our ancient times, many things were fucked up. For example, Bai Juyi's grandfather's name is Zhong, which is similar to the word "macro", so he can't take the test of "erudition and macro-speech". This is a hypocritical aspect of our traditional culture.
Han Yu was angry when he saw that Li He was accused of being black. He wants to excuse Li He. The emotional writer wrote a sharp essay called Taboo Debate.
In the article, he put forward the famous question:
"The father's name is Jin Su, and the son is not allowed to raise Jinshi; If the father's name is' benevolence', the son can't be human? "
It means: "When the father's surname is Jin Su, the son can't take the Jinshi exam; If the father is Ren, can't the son be a man? "
This is a great article, shining with the light of those eight words: "Emancipate your mind and seek truth from facts". Every time I read it, I was moved by Han Yu's personality.
By the way, I don't like Han Yu's poems very much, but he is really a great man. In the literary world, many contemporary poets, such as Li He, Zhang Ji, Jia Dao, Meng Jiao, Li Ao and Huang Fushi, have received his sincere help. He is a real mentor.
Unfortunately, Han Yu's unity can't save Li He. Often used to praise writers, the so-called "writing can change customs" is sometimes just a good wish.
20-year-old Li He returned to his hometown sadly. He doesn't keep a diary. We only read his later mood from the poem:
There are men in Chang 'an,
Twenty hearts are rotten.
Li He also described his confusion. "Different manners, he is as haggard as a straw dogs." Finally, he shouted: "As soon as the eye of the sky opened, Gu Jian roared!"
In the following days, he went out several times to run for the future, but failed. When he came back, he only saw the declining family. My sister got married and my brother traveled to make a living. Only he and his old mother live together in the family.
He once got a position: "Li Fenglang". His rank is from Grade 9, which is equivalent to deputy section chief. The lower the better. But even this seat, because of poor health, can't go on.
At the age of 26, Li He made his last effort in life-I failed the exam, but I could still join the army and make contributions.
At that time, the Tang Dynasty was no longer the pastoral Tang Dynasty where Wang Wei and Meng Haoran were located. Warlords rebel all day. Li He came to Luzhou to join the counter-insurgency forces and got a job. There was a man named Zhang Che, Han Yu's nephew, and Li He was going to find him.
Zhang Che is a good friend. He invited Li He to drink and asked him to help with the official documents. They are "singing poems all night", and they are ready to counter the rebellion and serve the country together.
The happy days did not last long. The Tang Dynasty went from bad to worse, and the rebellion became more and more peaceful. Even the prime minister of the hawk faction was assassinated in the street. Li He's troops were isolated and annihilated. Li He had to go back to his hometown.
Li Liu still wants to struggle, but there is no time.
He kept coughing, had a high fever and began to hallucinate. The poet doesn't want to die, but hopes that the sky will open its eyes and keep the fleeting time;
Fly away,
I suggest you have a drink.
I don't know a little bit.
Only when the moon is cold and the weather is warm will I fire my life.
But he instinctively knew that his life was running out. In his poems, ghost lights, autumn graves, hate blood, orchids, rotten grass, cold candles, cold toads and paper money frequently appear ... It's sad, but it makes people feel scared. Every capital is like a eulogy for themselves.
Just like he missed the article "Su Xiaoxiao's Tomb" written by a famous prostitute in Qiantang:
Youlan dew,
Like crying your eyes.
Nothing is unified,
Fireworks are hard to cut.
See the body really don't stay up, Li sorted out his manuscript, solemnly to a friend named Shen, entrusted him to hand over:
My poems are full of evil wind, with unique charm and obvious shortcomings.
But surrounded by Du Li, Han Yu, Bai Juyi, Yuan Zhen, Jia Dao, Meng Jiao, Du Mu and many other valiant soldiers, I fought my way out.
Call them horror poems, magic poems, yellow poems and fairy poems. Anyway, they are China's unique and beautiful poems.
By the way, this buddy Shen was a bit unreliable, so he forgot about it later. Until fifteen years after Li He's death, this guy was drunk, and when he rummaged through everything, he found that the manuscript of Li He's poems was probably moldy.
Shen is probably a little ashamed: Sorry, man. I will publish a book of poems for you, and find the most fierce person in the literary world to preface you.
At that time, the old generation of literary giant Han Yu had died, and he found a new generation of valiant soldier Du Mu as a preface. Yes, the one who "stopped to fall in love with LAM Raymond Night".
Li He's death is full of legend. Later, the great poet Li Shangyin wrote such a thing:
When 27-year-old Li He was seriously ill, suddenly a man in red came to him riding a red dragon, holding a letter full of ancient seal script, saying, "The Emperor of Heaven built a white jade building and asked you to write an article praising it. You come with me. Life there is very good, not bitter at all. "
Li He thought of his mother and cried, but it was too late. Witnesses saw smoke rising and heard wheels and music. Li He is dead.
I don't know whether Li He went to Baiyulou that day.
But Li Shangyin, the recorder, was convinced and solemnly declared that this was said by Sister Li He herself. She is too honest to tell lies.
Really.