The young man held in his hand the manuscript of the poem he had obtained by meditating and painstakingly choosing words and sentences, and hurriedly walked on the streets of Luoyang City.

A few days ago, he learned from a visiting friend that the great poet Li Taibai, whom he had been thinking about for a long time, had left Chang'an and came to Luoyang City.

How could this unexpected news not make him overjoyed, although he didn't know what attitude Li Daxian, who was already famous all over the world, had towards his little-known little character.

But in the mood of excitement and apprehension, he still sorted out the poem manuscript and prepared to come to meet Li Bai.

This young man who still exudes frivolity and immaturity is known to later generations, and the great poet Du Fu, whose poems contain deep feelings and feelings for his family and country, of course, is only a man of cloth who is more than 30 years old and is only well-known in the local area.

Du Fu was born in Gong County, Henan, and there are many famous people on his ancestors, his thirteenth ancestor Du Pre is a hero and a famous general in the Western Jin Dynasty, and his grandfather Du Xianyan is a famous poet, and the official is a straight bachelor of Xiuwenguan, and his father Du Xian also served as Sima of Yanzhou and Fengtian Decree before his death, and it is not an exaggeration to call him a son of an official eunuch.

His father-in-law was Yang Yi, who was then Sinong Shaoqing, and because he admired Du Fu's talent, he married his nineteen-year-old daughter to Du Fu, who was already twenty-nine years old at this time.

From the perspective of later generations, although it is a bit inappropriate to say that "old cows eat tender grass", it is definitely not a run to hang the name of a "leftover man" on Du Fu's head to successfully counterattack.

Although Sinong Shaoqing is only an official position under the fourth grade, he can't stand the real power in charge of the important financial institutions of the Tang Dynasty, so Du Fu's economic situation at this time is certainly not a problem, not to mention that after his father died, he also left him a family business that others envied.

Although it can't be called a family wealth, it is enough to drink flower wine and talk to a girl who has lost her footing about her ideals.

He had long heard that Li Bai liked to drink, so if he wanted to successfully approach Li Bai, Du Fu was ready to make a breakthrough from this point.

Luoyang, the eastern capital, is nearly 800 miles away from Chang'an City, the capital of the Tang Dynasty, and can be reached in one day if you use a fast horse to transmit urgent documents.

Although ordinary people can't enjoy such treatment, the news transmission between the two places is still relatively well-informed, so when Li Bai has not yet come to Luoyang City, rumors about him have been spread to women and children in Luoyang City.

Some people say that Li Bai is not only a wine fairy who is not drunk with a thousand cups, but also a top master with superb swordsmanship, "Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles." Brushing off the clothes and going away, hiding deep with the name. "Look at other people's poems, this skill is simply a mountain uplifting, insurmountable existence!

Some people also say that when Li Bai was doing Hanlin worship, the emperor gave him a Shangfang sword, and he didn't have to pay for his life when he killed someone, so whenever he encountered a bully who oppressed the people, he could directly swing his sword and cut him.

Some people also say that the reason why Li Bai was released by Emperor Xuanzong was mainly because he deliberately pretended to be drunk when he entered the palace to meet him, and asked Gao Lishi to help him take off his boots and Yang Taiwei to grind, and even said that he also deliberately molested the saint's favored Yang Meiren when he was drunk, which finally provoked Emperor Xuanzong to be angry and expelled him from Chang'an City.

Du Fu didn't fully believe these statements, but he was convinced of Li Bai's uninhibited and alcoholic temperament, and he thought as he walked: "When I go to see Taibai today, he must not get drunk, if not, maybe I will be scolded and laughed at by him, and then driven out of the door." ”

While he was walking and thinking, he came to the wine shop where Li Bai was told by his friend, which was a famous wine shop located in the prosperous Fang City of Luoyang City.

Du Fu saw that there were constantly people in and out of the same way holding scrolls, some of these people were either depressed, some were stamping their feet and sighing, and some were even scolding and muttering in a low voice: "What kind of bullshit and drunken immortals, they have been expelled from Chang'an City by the saints, not only do they not repent, but they are still so arrogant and arrogant, which is really infuriating me." ”

Some also said, "As far as his own poems are good, why don't you go to heaven, why don't the saints give him a real official position?" It seems that this is not the case! ”

Du Fu thought that Li Bai should be here, and these scholars are probably the same as himself, who came to pay homage to Li Bai with poetry manuscripts, but looking at their behavior like this, this situation doesn't seem to be too right!

Du Fu's heart couldn't help but feel nervous, and he couldn't wait to turn around and leave, but he thought that he had been preparing for several days, and he couldn't give up halfway.

So he took a few long breaths, calmed his beating heart, tidied up his clothes, and walked into the hotel with a hard head.

In the hall of the wine shop, there is a long human dragon, all of whom are older or younger than themselves, and in front of the human dragon, there is a small collapse next to the window, on which there is a small table, the table is full of wine and food, and a middle-aged man in his forties, dressed in white, leans on the cushion behind him.

Du Fu thought that this should be the famous Li Bai, this is the Li Daxian he has admired for a long time, full of excitement, Du Fu followed the flow of people, and honestly lined up at the back of the line.

A young man in front of him was listening to Li Bai's inquiry, and he heard Li Bai say: "I am young, but the poems I write pretend to be old and disease-free*, which is not worth mentioning."

Young people, while you are still young, go out and travel more, and you will find that the people and things in this world are not what you imagined. ”

The young man took the scroll of poetry handed back by Li Bai, and bowed respectfully and said: "Thank you for the teachings of Senior Li, I will go to ask Yan Ci after I go home, if you promise, you will travel far away in the near future." ”

The man on the top said: "Well, yes, yes, yes, the son can be taught, go ahead." ”

The young man saluted again, turned around and walked out of the door, the flow of people gradually moved forward, he was getting closer and closer to the person on the collapse, and the appearance of that person became clearer and clearer, Du Fu's heart gradually became nervous, because he was basically at the back of the line, looking at this speed, whether he could be ranked on the other side had to be said separately.

He looked at the middle-aged man who was already a little drunk in front of him, and wondered if he would drink too much, he was already in a drunken state, but others were rumoring that he would not pour a thousand glasses, and the more he drank, the more sober he became.

At this time, he listened to Li Bai and said: "You don't need to hand over the scroll anymore, you can just recite a poem that you are most proud of." ”

Now the speed of the flow of people is obviously much faster, Li Bai didn't even open his eyes anymore, but after listening to the poems recited by others, he either simply commented on one or two sentences, or directly waved them down, and even didn't say a word about the comments, which provoked some people to scold in a low voice when they walked out: "What kind of big clove of garlic, Lao Tzu's poems are not rare for you to comment." ”

At this time, Du Fu no longer had the time to deal with these people slandering his idols, because the person who collapsed was close in front of him, and it was his turn to play soon, maybe his fate was the same as these people, his heartbeat that had calmed down began to be violent again.

After the person in front of him also left, he had already faced the person who collapsed, although this person closed his eyes and reclined, but a kind of ease and ease that others could not imitate, this is a person who has achieved great social prestige, this is a person who has reached the peak of poetry, this is a person worthy of his lifelong respect and learning, he was fascinated by Li Bai's style for a while, and was wrapped in Li Bai's poetic personality.

Then he heard the man in front of him close his eyes and say, "Next, let's start." ”

Du Fu took a deep breath and recited the poem "Wangyue" he wrote when he visited Mount Tai: How is Dai Zongfu? Qi Lu Qingwei is gone. Creation Zhong Shenxiu, yin and yang cut dusk. Swing the chest to give birth to stratus clouds, and decide to return to the bird.

When he recited the sentence "Swing the chest to give birth to stratus clouds, and break into the bird", Du Fu suddenly found that the eyes of the collapsed person had opened and looked at him steadily.

He recited the next line of the poem "Will be at the top of the mountain, at a glance of the mountains", Li Bai suddenly sat up on the case, applauded the case, and said to Du Fu: "This brother, can you lend me your scroll?" ”