On the night of the bright moon on the Twenty-Fourth Bridge, where the jade people taught to blow the flute.
Knowing Du Mu again, du Mu is already a person in this temperament.
Under the moonlight, the beauty is like jade, and when the afterglow is lingering, the moon night also becomes light and shallow, warm and quiet.
It seems that Yangzhou at this moment is Du Mu's Yangzhou alone, on the Twenty-Fourth Bridge, interpreting his own "wind flow" with Tang poems.
First, the weak crown became famous, and the name shook Jingyi
Du Mu ranked thirteenth in the family, known as "Du Thirteen".
He was brilliant from an early age, and in addition to a subset of the history of the classics, he also studied the military, wrote thirteen commentaries on Sun Tzu, and many policy advisories.
Once he offered a plan to pingyu, was adopted by the prime minister Li Deyu, and was a great success, making him a little famous in the circle.
After that, Du Mu was more like opening a hanging.
At the age of 23, he wrote "Afang Gongfu".
"Six kings Bi, four seas and one sea, Shushan Wu, AFang out...", the momentum came like a sea of mountains, shocking the capital in one fell swoop.
If you think that this is the end of the hanging, then you are still naïve.
At this time, Du Mu was 26 years old, and he entered Beijing to take the exam with the mentality of trying it out, but who knows, it is to climb the first place in one fell swoop.
As the poem clouds:
The Eastern Capital did not blossom, and thirty-three people walked back.
Qindi teenagers make more wine, and they have already brought spring colors into the guan.
—— Du Mu, "And the Later Sending of the Late Chang'an"
A good "Qindi teenager makes more wine, has put the spring color into the customs", just like "the spring wind is proud of the horseshoe disease, one day to see the Chang'an flowers" Mengjiao, the spirit of the spirit, dashing and proud gushed out, this moment is the peak of life.
But how long has our great poet Meng Jiao taken the exam?
Meng Jiao struggled to carry out the third expedition to Beijing on the orders of his mother, and finally when he was 46 years old, he ascended to the Jinshidi, and he cried with joy and wrote the famous poem "After Dengke".
The filth of the past is not enough to boast, and the debauchery of the present is endless.
The spring breeze is proud of the horseshoe disease, and the Chang'an flowers are seen in one day.
—— Mengjiao, "After Dengke"
From this point of view, it is not too much to say that Du Mu opened and hung.
Second, the career is frustrated, get to know Yangzhou
But Du Mu did not realize that a person could have such a smooth sailing.
The genius Du Mu couldn't wait to participate in the government and give full play to his talents and ambitions.
However, reality played a joke with him, what was the official position he had worked so hard to get?
Hirobunkan School Scrivener.
The "school secretary" is simply responsible for proofreading the classics, and this kind of idle work is too far away from his dream.
He longed for jingo iron horses, lupine scarves, even if he died on the battlefield, he did not want to spend precious time in the old paper pile.
But the Tang Dynasty was no longer that Tang Dynasty, not only was it no longer Li Bai, but it was no longer even the Tang Dynasty of Bai Juyi and Han Yu.
Frustrated by the fierce party strife in the imperial court, he gradually understood that his ambitions were nothing more than a dream bubble.
On the one hand, there are ancient books that can never be completed, and on the other hand, there is the call of green mountains and rivers.
Du Mu thought about it for a long time and decided to go to Yangzhou at the behest of the cattle monks and children of Huainan Jiedu.
Third, Lou Lou Yuan, Yangzhou wind and current
"Wrapped around 100,000 yuan, riding a crane to Yangzhou."
As the most economically developed city in the Tang Dynasty, Yangzhou is naturally a place where fireworks flourish, with merchants and merchants gathering and bustling.
As the unambitious poet Du Mu, this place became his paradise.
There is a famous record in the Taiping Guangji:
In addition to pastoral service, there is only feasting. Yangzhou, the resort also, every heavy city to the sunset, above the tower, there are often tens of thousands of yarn lamps, brilliant in the air. In the nine miles and thirty steps of the street, Zhu Cui filled the throat, like a fairyland. Pastoral haunts and gallops in between, and there is no vain night.
"Nine miles and thirty steps in the street, Zhu Cui filled the throat, like a fairyland." Pastoral haunts and gallops among them, and there is no vain night." Just by looking at this last short paragraph of description, you can see how happy Du Mu is.
In Yangzhou, thirty-three-year-old Du Mu met a thirteen-year-old girl of wonderful ages.
The bumpy fate made the two have endless topics in an instant.
Du Mu's heart is soft, and she is pitiful and cherishes jade, not to mention that she is a thirteen-year-old girl who is lousy;
The moonlight is slow, the sake is as promised, and the shallow singing is not happy.
Du Mu instantly found the meaning of life, fell in love, and was out of control.
There are poetry clouds:
More than thirteen years, cardamom stalks in early February.
Spring breeze ten miles Yangzhou Road, rolling up the bead curtain is always better.
——Du Mu, "Farewell to the Second Song · Part I"
She is exactly thirteen years old, with a beautiful posture and a light demeanor, like a cardamom flower waiting to bloom in February.
I looked all over the young ladies of Yangzhou City's ten miles long street, rolling up the beaded curtains to sell pretty pink daisy, and no one could compare with her.
Du Mu's relationship with her was just like a chance glance back in the vast sea of people, meeting on a gentle moonlit night.
And so all the goodness came.
In Du Mu's eyes, she was his world, and it seemed that there was nothing more beautiful in the world than her.
Even Yangzhou, which is in the spring breeze, under her skirt, is just like dust.
Fourth, Yangzhou is separated, and eventually becomes a strange road
The encounter is too short, and many lovers will have a day of ruthless departure.
At the age of thirty-three, Du Mu left Yangzhou, where he loved so much, and also left his beloved woman.
The one who eclipses the soul is nothing more.
Don't go to the feast, the two are sadly facing each other, holding up a bottle to say goodbye, forcing a smile, speechless and choking.
Amorous but always seems to be ruthless, only to feel that the smile in front of the bottle can not be achieved.
The candle has the heart to say goodbye, and weeps for people until dawn.
——Du Mu, "Farewell to the Second Song · Part II"
Du Mu endured the pain and wrote this poem.
The inseparable love between Du Mu and this woman is emotional.
She was unfortunate, but she was also lucky, with Du Mu's love and reluctance, and with such a poet who had been admired by her for thousands of years, and written such wonderful verses for her, she had already surpassed other women too much.
Fifth, leisurely past, joyous Yangzhou
If Du Mu had chosen himself, he might not have become a poet.
But if Du Mu was allowed to start over, he would still choose Yangzhou.
Even if it was only to win the name of Qinglou Bo, he was willing, after all, it was the place where he had resurrected.
Du Mu left Yangzhou, recalled his life, and wrote:
The green mountains are hidden by the water, and the grass in jiangnan has not withered in autumn.
On the night of the bright moon on the Twenty-Fourth Bridge, where does the jade people teach blowing pipes?
- Du Mu, "Sending Yangzhou Han Qiu Judge"
Above the Twenty-Four Bridges, the moonlight is hazy, and the beauty is like jade.
The melodious sound of whimpering and melodious flutters in the already cold autumn night of Jiangnan, reverberating between the green mountains and green waters.
My good friend Han Qi, I remembered our days in Yangzhou, on the night of the clear wind and bright moon, were you singing with the beauty and singing all night?
Six or ten years of sleep, all empty dreams
In the sixth year of middle school, Du Mu was appointed as a Zhongshu Sheren, which was also the highest official position in Du Mu's life.
But Du Mu, who had been tired for many years, was already overwhelmed.
A few years later, Du Mu ended his life in his memories of Yangzhou, which he had dreamed of for ten years.
The rivers and lakes carry the wine line, and the waist of Chu is slender and light in the palm.
Ten years of Yangzhou dream, won the Qinglou Bo fortunate name.
—— Du Mu,"Sending Nostalgia"
Ten years of time, let Du Mu have a feeling of being in a dream.
Rolling red dust, bustling like water, all empty dreams.