This wayward Tang Dynasty poet lived in seclusion and traveled all his life, but Li Bai and Wang Wei became his fans.

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There was a wayward poet named Meng Haoran.

how headstrong is he? At the age of 4, someone else is already evaluating professional titles, getting promoted, doing sideline work, and trying to change from a migrant worker to a talented person, but he has just remembered: Oh, it seems that I should come out and look for a job.

Meng Haoran is also extremely headstrong about finding a job.

The Jinshi exam is often held in the spring. Generally, candidates go to Chang 'an at least half a year in advance to find a house, find a cram school and get familiar with the examination room. The most important thing is to expand their contacts in Beijing to increase their chances of winning.

Meng, on the other hand, took his time to set off in winter, and he was confident that he would succeed in the exam.

On the day when the results were released, Meng Haoran, who was not fully prepared, unexpectedly fell out of the list. He suffered a great blow and never took part in the imperial examination again.

Meng didn't take the initiative to find a job, but the job came to you on his own initiative.

One day, he was drinking tea at Wang Wei's workplace, when the great leader Tang Xuanzong suddenly came to inspect the post.

Wang Wei panicked and immediately told Meng Haoran to hide under the bed in the office.

When Emperor Xuanzong of Tang Dynasty came to the office, Wang Wei immediately became timid and blurted out, "Leader ... I was just about to recommend a talent to you. It happened that he also came today."

"oh? Where is it? Come out and meet. "

"It's under the bed."

So Meng Haoran accidentally got a valuable interview opportunity.

When Xuanzong asked him to show his writing style, Meng Haoran calmly wrote a poem:

I petition no more at the north palace-gate, to this tumble-down hut on Zhongnan Mountain.

I was banished for my blunders, by a wise ruler, I have been sick so long I see none of my friends.

It means: I don't want to submit my resume, I just want to go back to my hometown villa. I have no talent, so no one appreciates me. I have been ill for a long time, so I have no friends.

Wang Wei's jaw dropped in shock: Brother, why did you have a short circuit at the critical moment? There is no one to spread negative energy in front of the big boss.

Sure enough, Xuanzong said angrily, "You don't take the initiative to apply for a job, and you say that I don't appreciate you. How outrageous."

In this way, Meng Haoran screwed up the second chance beautifully.

If the written test fails and the interview fails, then only the curve can save the country.

He continued to stay in Chang 'an, actively expanding his contacts, hoping to get the opportunity of internal recommendation.

With his extraordinary personality charm, Meng Haoran quickly became one with the literary and art circles in Beijing, and became friends with Zhang Jiuling, Wang Changling and other literary and political giants, and made an appointment for dinner from time to time.

These friends have a lot of leisure time in the secretary province, and often hold small poetry conferences after work to connect feelings and compete for literary talent.

On an autumn night, the bright moon was hanging high, the faint clouds were fluttering, and there was a light rain in the air. Meng Haoran attended the gathering of schoolmasters.

Young and energetic civil servants are holding brushes, feeling tense and scratching their heads, trying to show off in front of the leaders.

Meng Haoran, dressed in a cloth, has already written calmly:

weiyun is a light river man, and the raindrops are sparse.

When they saw Meng Haoran's poems, the schoolmasters threw away their pens one after another and said with a smile, "Big Brother, why did your professional group come to our amateur group ..."

The schoolmasters were convinced of Meng Haoran.

There are many people who admire him, but after one year, no one has recommended him.

He left a message on the hotel wall gloomily: I can't live in my country villa, but I'm here to play with you big bosses. I want to go back, but I haven't found a job yet. The weather is cold, and no one sent me a dress. Is our friendship so plastic?

The title "Master Wall of Chang 'an"

The Nanshan field has been abandoned for a long time, so I can't accompany Dong Gexian.

I want to go with Ping Zi, but I haven't offered the spring yet.

the pillow is full of piano books, and the curtains are far away.

I came as yesterday, and the trees in the courtyard suddenly sang cicadas.

It's the autumn wind that scares women for years.

it's September when clothes are given, and no one has pity if there is no brown.

In 729 AD, Meng Haoran, who had been drifting in Chang 'an for more than a year, finally decided to escape from Beishangguang and return to his third-tier city Xiangyang.

Before he left, he and his friend Wang Wei reluctantly said goodbye: Xiao Wang, my garden is waiting for me to go back to weed. I should go, but I can't bear to part with your confidant. In the future, I can only be an otaku behind closed doors, and I will leave the burden of captivating thousands of girls to you ...

the Lords of the Realm are harsh to us, and men of affairs are not our kind. You should only be lonely, I will close the gate of my old garden.

—— Farewell to Wang Wei

Wang Wei is also reluctant to part with this elder brother and good friend, but he has to encourage him: Although he is reluctant to part with you, the house price in Chang 'an is too expensive. You may have a better life if you go back and open a farmhouse, read books and plant flowers.

Meng Haoran left Chang 'an to continue to be a happy young man in a small town.

2.

Compared with other poets in the Tang Dynasty, Meng Haoran's life experience is extremely simple.

before the age of p>4, his life themes were mainly staying at home, traveling and seclusion. Others worked hard for poetry and distance, living like a social animal, while Meng Haoran lived in poetry and distance almost all his life.

at the foot of xian mountain, seven or eight miles away from Xiangyang city, there is an elegant country villa called jiannanyuan.

Jiannan Garden is surrounded by mountains and waters. There are flowers and trees in the garden, and birds and flowers are fragrant, just like a paradise.

This is where Meng Haoran lived since childhood.

probably because of its beautiful mountains and rivers and rich historical and cultural sites, Xiangyang became a popular city for hermits in the Tang Dynasty.

There is a scenic spot in online celebrity on the outskirts of Xiangyang, called Lumen Mountain. According to legend, Pang Degong, a Gao Shi of Jin Dynasty, took his wife into the mountain to collect herbs and never returned, which became a mysterious and romantic legend.

Meng Haoran's parents are good at investing, and they also bought a house near Lumen Mountain, so Meng Haoran can occasionally go to online celebrity for a short stay, which is called seclusion.

At dusk, bells rang from the distant temple, and the fishermen came back from fishing and went to the shore noisily, ready to go home.

Meng Haoran sailed into the stream in a boat, went against the pedestrians and went to Lumen Mountain in the dead of night.

The moon is high in the mountains, and the Woods are quiet and empty, as if you can feel the breath of ancient sages.

the song of deer gate at night

a bell in the mountain-temple sounds the coming of night, I hear people at the fishing-town stumble aboard the ferry.

while others follow the sand-bank to their homes along the river, I also take a boat and am bound for Lumen Mountain.

and soon the Lumen moonlight is piercing misty trees, I have come, before I know it, upon an ancient hermitage.

the thatch door, the piney path, the solitude, the quiet, where a hermit lives and moves, never needing a companion.

the best thing about living in a tourist city is that you want to travel. Just take two steps outside.

Xianshan Mountain, the back mountain of Jiannan Garden, is also a famous scenic spot. It is said that Yang Hu, the general of the Southern Expedition in the Western Jin Dynasty, once climbed this mountain with his friends, and suddenly he was saddened by it. He lamented to his friends, "There is this mountain because of its own universe, and there are many people who have climbed this mountain from afar, like me and Qing, which makes people sad! If you know after a hundred years, the soul should still climb this mountain. "

all the strong men heard cried.

In order to commemorate him, people set up a monument on the mountain, which was called "Yang Gong Monument". Later, Du Yu, another general of the Southern Expedition (who was also a distant ancestor of Du Fu and Du Mu), renamed it "The Monument to Tears Falling".

(Du Yu: I didn't change it to Du Gong tablet, which is my last tenderness. )

Meng Haoran often climbs Xian Mountain with his brothers and friends, watching the nearby Yuliangzhou fade away with the water, revealing a shallow river beach. The weather is cold, and the water in Yunmengze is deep and cold.

nature changes day after day, as if it were the same, but things have changed in the world.

In those days, Yang Gong's sigh on this mountain seemed to be still ringing in his ears.

Meng Haoran read the inscription and burst into tears.

on climbing yan mountain with friends

while worldly matters take their turn, ancient, modern, to and fro.

rivers and mountains are changeless in their glory, and still to be witnessed from this trail.

where a fisher-boat dips by a waterfall, where the air grows colder, deep in the valley.

The monument to the sheep is still there, and we have wept, reading the words.

I heard that there is a goddess haunting Wanshan, and he often goes to Wanshan to crouch in order to see the immortal's grace.

Holding a fishing rod, I am calmly fishing, but I am worried about whether the goddess will come to me quietly.

I saw the bottom of the pool, and the fish swam leisurely.

I've been waiting all day, not to mention the goddess. I haven't even seen a village girl. Only a group of monkeys are hanging on the tree and watching him curiously.

In the moonlight, he put away his tools, rowed a boat and went back singing leisurely.

Wanshan Lake

Fishing and sitting on a rock, the water is clear and the heart is idle.

the fish walks under the pond tree, and the ape hangs between the island vines.

It is rumored that the wandering girl thanked her yesterday.

if you can't get what you want, you can sing along the moon.

3.

Although my hometown is beautiful, I always get tired of watching it every day.

The world is so big and there are so many beautiful scenery. Meng Haoran decided to go and see it.

with simple luggage and little money, he went out for a long trip alone.

When I came to the world-famous Yellow Crane Tower, I happened to meet Li Bai strolling here. As soon as I met him, the two great poets were fascinated by each other's chic manners, so they added WeChat to each other and toured together.

"Xiao Li, did you buy an annual ticket for the Yellow Crane Tower? Why do you like to come here so much? I think this building is beautiful, but it's nothing special. "

Meng Haoran was puzzled to see that Li Bai had nothing to do and ran to the Yellow Crane Tower, wishing he could not settle down here.

Li Bai said with a frown, "I haven't convinced anyone when it comes to writing poems, but there is someone in this historic building who has left eternal famous sentences-where long ago a yellow crane bore a sage to heaven and nothing is left now but the Yellow Crane Terrace. This is not the signboard of my poetry fairy. No, I must write better. "

Meng Haoran is very calm about Li Bai's competitive spirit: "When writing poetry, the most important thing is to be happy. If you don't have inspiration, don't be reluctant, and no one will give you an award. By the way, I bought a boat ticket to Yangzhou. It's time to go. I'll make an appointment next time! "

Li Bai looked at Meng Haoran's floating figure, just like an immortal who didn't eat human fireworks. Suddenly, he had an epiphany and wrote the famous Yellow Crane Tower a farewell to meng haoran on his way to yangzhou-

An old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March.

The solitary sail shows the blue sky in the distance, and only the Yangtze River flows in the sky.

other people's travel may be for taking photos, making friends, or leaving a poem or two that will last forever. Meng Haoran, on the other hand, doesn't care deliberately, doesn't insist, and everything depends on his mood.

When he is in a good mood, he writes a poem to introduce himself:

a message from lake dongting to premier zhang

here in the Eighth-month the waters of the lake, are of a single air with heaven.

and a mist from the Yun and Meng valleys, has beleaguered the city of Yueyang.

I should like to cross, but I can find no boat, how ashamed I am to be idler than you statesmen.

as I sit here and watch a fisherman casting, just like a fairy fish.

Prime Minister Zhang, look at the high tide in the Dongting Lake. How wide the water surface is. The water vapor is transpiration and the waves are rough, which almost shakes Yueyang City.

I want to cross the lake, but I don't have a boat. I can't sit still and feel sorry for this wise dynasty. I can only watch others fishing, and my mouth is watering with envy.

This poem gives people the impression that the first half is an open atmosphere, which can be called a famous sentence describing Dongting Lake, while the second half falls into a cliche, which greatly reduces its force.

naturally, a resume that is so careless has not been hired.

Meng Haoran, who is not good at writing cover letters and doesn't know how to package himself, misses opportunities again and again.

But the famous mountains and rivers he visited left many wonderful poems.

When you come to the famous Lushan Mountain, the morning sun rises, and the waterfall reflects a rainbow:

When the incense burner rises in the morning, the waterfall sprays Hong Chen.

—— "Looking at Lushan Mountain in Pengli Lake"

When I came to Qiantang River, I happened to meet a rare spring tide of Qiantang River. I saw the wide autumn river, and the tide came like an avalanche, and a chill came from my heart.

it's sunny in autumn, and the floating sky is wide.

the stormy waves come like snow, and when you sit still, you get cold.

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Climbing the Barrier Building with Yan Qiantang to Watch the Tide

Every time I travel for a long time, the otaku nature in Meng Haoran's bones will break out.

On the river in autumn, the north wind blows and leaves are rustling.

Meng Haoran is in the lower reaches of the Yangtze River, looking at his hometown far upstream, looking at the returning sails, as if through the clouds, tears of homesickness unwillingly flow down.

should I continue roaming to find a way out or go back to my hometown to be a hermit? He's lost.

there are pregnant women on the early cold river

south go the wildgesse, for leaves are now falling, and the water is cold with a wind from the north.

I remember my home; but the Xiang River's curves, are walled by the clouds of this southern country.

I go forward. I weep till my tears are spent, I see a sail in the far sky.

where is the ferry? Will somebody tell me?, it's growing rough. It's growing dark.

"Isn't the landscape in my hometown beautiful? Is the house uncomfortable? Isn't mom's cooking delicious? Why should I travel here? "

in the end, the idea of going home overcame everything.

4.

It's never too old to be willful.

Meng Haoran, who has land and a house at home, can still live as happy as a fairy when he returns to Xiangyang.

At this time, it happened that my old friend Zhang Jiuling was demoted to nearby Jingzhou, so he was recruited to work in the shogunate.

this is Meng Haoran's first job in his life, but it is also his last.

It didn't take long for Meng Haoran to get tired of the 9-to-5 office life and resolutely quit.

Later, another official, Zhang Chaozong, wanted to recommend him and invited him to Chang 'an.

who knew that he was drinking and chatting with his friends on the appointed day, and the more he drank, the happier he became, and he forgot about it.

A friend kindly reminded him: The interview time is coming, why don't you leave?

Meng Haoran said smartly: Now that I have started drinking, I don't care if the sky falls.

Zhang Chaozong, who was stood up, was so angry that he blackened Meng Haoran and left in a huff.

5.

Although he is not serious about finding a job, Meng Haoran treats his friends with great affection and righteousness, so his popularity is excellent, and his circle of friends is luxurious, including poet Li Bai, Shi Fo Wang Wei, Prime Minister Zhang Jiuling, and the Seven Wonders Wang Changling.

Wang Wei, who is not sociable, not only writes poems for him, but also paints his portraits.

Meng Haoran in the painting is riding a pony, dressed in white, better than snow, and his thin face is extraordinary. A bookboy next to him follows him with a piano and a book, just like a legendary master in the world.

Du Fu, who has a high demand for writing poems, praised his poems for their high quality, though few.

I pity Meng Haoran, and brown is the long night.

there is no need to compose poems, which often makes Bao Xie feel embarrassed.

even more exaggerated is Li Bai, who wrote poems to Meng Haoran directly:

a message to meng haoran

master, I hail you from my heart, and your fame arisen to the skies.

renouncing in ruddy youth the importance of hat and chariot, you chose pine-trees and clouds; and now, whitehaired.

drunk with the moon, a sage of dreams, flower- bewitched, you are deaf to the Emperor.

high mountain, how I long to reach you, that's all.

I love this old man Meng Haoran. He is as romantic and chic as I am. He doesn't care about being an official, and he doesn't care if Lao Zi, the king of heaven, comes after drinking too much. He deserves my admiration.

(Meng Haoran: You are actually praising yourself …)

And Meng Haoran also carried out his waywardness and kindness to the last moment of his life.

In 74 AD, when Wang Changling was demoted, he passed by Xiangyang. It was rare for him to see his old friends, and he had to drink two cups of whatever he said.

At the banquet, Meng Haoran was laughing and laughing, and the doctor's advice rang out in his ear: You have a poisonous sore on your back and you can't eat seafood, otherwise, the consequences will be very serious.

"seafood has been ordered, can we not eat it?" Meng Haoran picked up a piece of seafood with a chopstick smartly.

I didn't expect her condition to deteriorate rapidly after that day, and she finally died.

6.

Meng Haoran's life is what many people yearn for. He once wrote an autobiography-like poem "Returning to Hannan Garden in midsummer, and sending it to the old city of Beijing", which shows that he is the most admired.