Dai, here refers to Dai Mountain.

Because Mount Tai is also known as Daishan.

And Mount Tai is also called the head of the five mountains, so it is called Daizong.

The above sentences are talking about the scenery of Mount Tai.

What about the scenery of Mount Tai?

Even if you walk out of the land of Qilu, you can still see the blue peak of Mount Tai.

But.

The most important thing in this poem is the last line.

"It will be the top of the mountain, and you can see the mountains at a glance."

When you walk to the top of Mount Tai, you will find that all the mountains in front of him have become incomparably smaller.

This is, of course, only literally.

But if you connect with the background of Mount Tai, you will find that this poem is simply tailor-made for Mount Tai.

"This poem is well written, it seems that this Du Fu is still a little talented."

"Just this poem, Du Fu is better than ordinary poets."

"I don't think Tarzan should give money."

"Poof......

I have to say.

This poem is really a perfect fit for Tarzan.

The side of the Taishan Scenic Area Management Committee that was still being considered before.

When I saw this poem, I was also a little excited in my heart.

Yes.

If before, they want to think about it.

After all, such a promotion fee is too big and too big.

But.

When they saw this poem, it stimulated them even more.

The original Mount Tai is the head of the five mountains.

At this time.

If you add this poem.

Then Mount Tai is not only the first of the five mountains, he is afraid that he will become the head of all the famous mountains in the world.

Why?

Just because of this poem.

It will be the top of the mountain, and the mountains will be seen at a glance.

As long as you come to Mount Tai, you will find that other mountains are not comparable to Mount Tai at all.

Although this is an exaggeration.

But in reality, the competition among the famous mountains and rivers is very fierce.

If you talk about the beauty of the scenery, talk about the atmosphere...... Yellow Mountain, Lushan, in the scenery of this piece are more than Mount Tai.

Therefore, in many cases, many people go to various places to play, and first consider Lushan and Huangshan...... These are some of the famous mountains.

Although Tarzan will consider, he does not have much advantage compared to them.

But if you add this poem, then the advantage is great.

"Everyone, do you think that we will give or not the promotion fee of 50 million?"

"Mr. Zheng, it doesn't seem to be 50 million, but 100 million."

"I ......"

Zheng Rongguang patted his head.

He had almost forgotten about it.

But now.

He had a terrible headache.

It's not about giving, it's not about not giving.

……

But.

Chen Fancai didn't consider whether they were entangled or not.

This Du Fu's "Wangyue" is good.

But if Du Fu is just this one "Wangyue", then he is not Du Fu.

Chen Fan continued: "It should be said that Du Fu when he was young was still influenced by Li Bai. Therefore, when he was young, Du Fu had a little bit of Li Bai's arrogance, even arrogance. However, he did not seek an official position in Chang'an for ten years, and his arrogance and arrogance had long been smoothed out. At this time, he received the official position of Bing Cao joining the army, although the rank was also low, but he was able to support himself. Moreover, it can be regarded as getting an official position. A few months later, Du Fu planned to go home and take his wife and son to the capital. ”

And when he rushed from the capital to Fengxian, he witnessed the decline behind the prosperity of the prosperous era. As soon as Du Fu returned home, he heard bursts of crying. When I went in and looked, it turned out that my youngest son was starving to death. At this time, Du Fu was full of grief, and one night, Du Fu picked up the pen and wrote "Five Hundred Words of Yonghuai from Beijing to Fengxian County...... The poem records Du Fu's feelings during the ten years of Chang'an, as well as what he saw and heard along the way from the capital to his home. ”

[Du Ling has cloth clothes, and the boss is careless.

Xu is a fool, stealing and deed.

actually fell into a fall, and the white head was broad.

The coffin is already covered, and this ambition is often coveted.

The poor years are worried about Li Yuan, sighing for the heat in the intestines.

Teasing his classmate Weng, Hao Ge Mi is intense. 】

This is to say that Du Ling has such a cloth coat, and the older he gets, the more out of place it becomes.

Of course, this is talking about Du Fu himself.

He has high requirements for himself, and he must be on par with the two well-known ministers of the Tang Dynasty.

But this kind of thinking is not very good, and I get a wall everywhere, and my hair is gray, but I still insist on it.

Maybe one day when he dies, maybe he won't do it.

His classmates laughed at him, but it aroused his arrogance and worked hard.

"This is a narrative poem?"

"It seems to be, it feels a little bit of Bai Juyi's taste."

"Don't say that, the poetry demon Bai Juyi is not something that ordinary people can compare."

Quite a few people looked at the verses that appeared on the screen.

In their eyes.

Bai Juyi can be said to be the pinnacle of Datang's existence.

Although this person named Du Fu also has some talent, this talent cannot be compared with Bai Juyi at all.

But Chen Fan did not explain, but continued to read.

[The sky is cloudy, and the guests are in the middle of the night.

The frost is tight, and the clothes are broken, and the fingers are not knotted.

In the early morning, I passed Lishan Mountain, and the royal couch was in the crest.

Chi Yousai cold sky, staggering cliffs and valleys.

Yaochi is depressed, and the feather forest is rubbing.

Monarchs and ministers stay entertained, and they are happy.

The baths are all long, and the banquet is not short brown.

The silk divided by Tongting was originally from the cold girl.

whipped his husband's family and gathered tribute to the city. 】

Chen Fan read as he spoke.

The actor who played Du Fu on the stage had already begun to rush forward at this time.

Du Fu was alone, and the weather was already frosty at this time.

Gently patting the frost on his body, he didn't want to break the clothes belt, and wanted to tie him up, but his fingers were frozen stiff.

When the sky was bright, Du Fu came to the foot of Li Mountain.

Huaqing Palace was built in this place.

I only saw that Huaqing Palace was like a fairyland, so beautiful.

The Yulin army was stationed there, and the music was loud for a while, and the emperor and his ministers were playing music and enjoying it.

The people who attended the banquet were all dignitaries, and there were absolutely no ordinary people.

After a while, these dignitaries were given a lot of silk, but they didn't know that these silks were all sent to the common people in the poor family.

The other side.

on stage.

Their father-in-law and husband were whipped by officials and sent to the capital one by one.

"My God, this is the Tang Dynasty?"

"Yes, you read that right, this is the prosperous age. It's just that although the Tang Dynasty is prosperous, it is a prosperity built on the basis of sacrificing countless people. ”

Looking at the officials on the stage who were holding whips and beating the people from time to time, the spectators felt like they had been pricked with a needle, and they were extremely stinging.

They felt that the prosperity in front of them seemed to be different from the prosperity they imagined.

Datang, isn't it a romance through the ages, isn't it a dynasty from all nations?

How so.

But.

Reality has allowed them to see a side they have never seen under the prosperous era.

[There are immortals in the middle hall, and the smoke is jade.

The sable squirrel fur, the sorrowful management is clear.

Persuade guests to make camel hoof soup, frost orange pressed orange.

Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road.

The prosperity and withering are very different, and the melancholy is difficult to recount. 】

The dance performance continues.

There are immortals dancing in the Huaqing Palace, and he is so intoxicated.

These people were wearing mink skin jackets, and they were eating camel's hoof soup, oranges, and kumquats...... These delicacies are not available in the capital.

They all came from thousands of miles to the south, and they were sent by a large number of truckloads.

Do you smell it?

It was the smell of the rich man's wine and meat.

But......

On the road beneath these scents, there are the bones of those who have frozen to death and starved to death.

How many steps apart are these steps, and this creates two completely different worlds.

One is in heaven and the other is like hell.

"No, I don't dare to watch such a scene."

"Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road...... It's just so ironic. ”

"From this point of view, the depth of Du Fu's poem may not be lower than that of Bai Juyi."

"Hmm."

Many spectators already have red circles under their eyes.

Especially when I saw that the camera was next to singing and dancing, drinking and meat.

A few steps away on the road, countless ordinary people froze and starved to death.

Such a comparison is simply unacceptable.

But......

That's the reality.

It's not just the reality.

Even Du Fu's own youngest son was starved to death.

So.

When he saw all this, Chen Fan read it again.

[The entry is loud, the young son is hungry and has died.

I would rather mourn, and the alleys also whimpered.

He is ashamed to be a father, and he died without food.

How do you know that Qiu Heden is poor and hasty.

Life is often exempt from rent and tax, and the name is not subordinate to the levy.

The traces are still sour and bitter, and the people are stubborn.

Meditating on the unemployed, because of the thought of the far away.

Worries end in the south, and the hole cannot be broken. 】

This year's autumn harvest is actually quite good, but the poor still can't get food.

Du Fu was an official and had some privileges, and he did not need to pay taxes or serve in the military.

But even so, such a tragedy is inevitable.

Du Fu is like this, and the lives of those ordinary people are even more miserable.

……

The poem is 500 words in total.

Therefore, the name of this poem is also called "Five Hundred Words of Yonghuai from Beijing to Fengxian County".

Although it is a big length.

But about Datang, about the prosperous world, about the real world that you can't see, it makes countless viewers feel a faint pain in their hearts.

Chen Fan finished reading it in one breath, sighed, and then said again: "This poem was written in November of 755, and it happened to be in this month that An Lushan rebelled and the Anshi Rebellion officially broke out. But because Du Fu was still in Chang'an at this time, the news of the Anshi Rebellion had not yet arrived. But even if it was not transmitted, Du Fu still recorded the potential crisis of the prosperous Tang Dynasty. It can be seen from the poem that even if there was no Anshi Rebellion, with the situation of the Tang Dynasty at that time, it was actually already going downhill, and the Tang Dynasty could never return to the prosperous Tang Dynasty in the past. ”

This is Du Fu.

If Du Fu was young, he still used Li Bai as an idol.

If Du Fu was still arrogant when he was young, he even felt like floating to the sky from the poems he wrote.

And after middle age, Du Fu's style is completely different from when he was young.

In his eyes.

There are no immortals, no travel around the world, and no elixir.

Some are just realities

Some are just living.

Some are just homes.

"Brothers, I have a strange feeling?"

"What does it feel?"

"I feel that Bai Juyi may not be in a good position, how can I have such thoughts, am I insane?"

"I feel like you're calm. Also, it's not you who feel this way, I feel this way too!! ”

Countless viewers stared at Du Fu.

A voice sounded in the dark, and perhaps a poet greater than Bai Juyi was about to be born.

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