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

There is a wayward poet named Meng Haoran.

How willful is he? At the age of 40, others are already evaluating professional titles, getting promoted and doing sideline work, trying to change from a migrant worker to a talent, but he 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.

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

Meng, on the other hand, started slowly in winter, and he was confident to be admitted.

On the day of the results, Meng Haoran, who was not fully prepared, unexpectedly fell off the list. He was devastated and never took the imperial examination again.

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

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 Tang Xuanzong came to the office, Wang Wei was immediately discouraged 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. "

"Under the bed."

So Meng Haoran made a mistake and got a valuable interview opportunity unexpectedly.

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

Don't write to the North Yard again, let me go back to the old hut in the old Nanshan.

I have no reason to decide to give up my point of view. My old and many sick friends have stopped practicing.

I don't want to submit my resume, 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 short-circuit at the critical moment? No one spreads 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, the second chance made Meng Haoran beautifully screwed up.

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

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

With his extraordinary personality charm, Meng Haoran quickly became one with the Beijing literary and art circles, and became friends with literary and art circles and political giants such as Zhang Jiuling and Wang Changling, and met from time to time.

These friends have been in the secretary province for a long time, and often hold small poetry and song parties after work to contact their feelings and compete for literary talent by the way.

One autumn night, the bright moon hung high, the faint clouds fluttered, and there was a light rain in the air. Meng Haoran attended the gathering of seniors.

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

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

Wei Yun is a river of light, with raindrops and phoenix trees.

Seeing Meng Haoran's poems, the top students threw away their pens and said with a smile, "Big Brother, how did you come to our amateur group from this professional group ..."

Top students are convinced of Meng Haoran.

Many people appreciate him, but one year has passed and no one has recommended him.

He left a message on the hotel wall in frustration: I can't live in my big country house. I'm here to play with you big bosses. I want to go back, but I haven't found a job yet. It's cold, and no one gave me a dress. Is our friendship that plastic?

Main wall of Chang 'an

For a long time, I abandoned Nanshan Tian, and I was with Dong Gexian.

I want to go with Hirako, but I haven't provided a fountain yet.

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

I came like yesterday, and the court tree suddenly sang cicadas.

Promote women who are afraid of cold to have a sense of autumn wind for many years.

Send clothes in September, no brown, no pity.

In 729 AD, Meng Haoran, who had been wandering in Chang 'an for 1 years, finally decided to escape from Beishangguang and return to his third-tier city Xiangyang.

Before leaving, 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 you as a confidant. In the future, I can only be an otaku behind closed doors, leaving the burden of captivating thousands of girls to you. ...

The lords of the kingdom are very hard on us, and the people who handle affairs are not our own kind. You should just be lonely, and I will close the door of my old garden.

-"Leaving Wang Wei"

Wang Wei can't bear to part with his brother and his good friend, but he has to encourage him: although he can't bear to part with you, the house price in Chang 'an is too expensive. Go back and open a farmhouse, read books, and plant all kinds of flowers. Maybe life will be better.

Meng Haoran left Chang 'an and continued 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 40, the theme of his life was staying at home, traveling and seclusion. Others strive for poetry and distance and live like social animals, while Meng Haoran has lived in poetry and distance almost all his life.

At the foot of Xianshan Mountain, seven or eight miles away from Xiangyang City, there is an elegant country house called Jiannanyuan.

The South Garden is built by mountains and rivers. The garden is full of flowers, birds and flowers, just like a paradise.

This is the place where Meng Haoran lived since childhood.

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

There is a scenic spot in "Network Celebrity" on the outskirts of Xiangyang, called Lumen Mountain. According to legend, Pang Degong, a Gao Shi in Jin Dynasty, took his wife into the mountains 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 celebrities to live for a period of time, which is called seclusion.

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

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

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

Song of the night deer gate

In the evening, the bell of the temple echoed in the valley, and a noisy voice sounded at Yulu Ferry.

When others walked along the river bank to their homes, I also took a boat to Liumen Mountain.

The moonlight at the deer gate made the mountain tree appear, and I suddenly came to the seclusion of exile.

Lonely mountain road and quiet forest road, only hermits come and go gracefully here.

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 Hucheng, the general of the Southern Expedition in the Western Jin Dynasty, climbed the mountain with his friends and looked from a distance. Suddenly, he felt sad about it. He sighed to his friend: "There is this mountain because it has its own universe, and it has its origin. From a distance, it's as much as me and Qing, which makes people sad! If you know that after a hundred years, the soul should still climb this mountain. "

All the strong men cried.

In memory of him, people set up a monument on the mountain, which is called "Yang Gong Monument". Later, another general who conquered the south, Du Yu (also the distant ancestor of Du Fu and Du Mu), renamed it "Tears Monument".

(Du Yu: It is my last tenderness not to change it into a Du Gong film. )

Meng Haoran often climbs Mount Xi 'an with his brothers and friends, watching the nearby Zhou Yuliang disappear with the water, revealing a shallow floodplain. 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 the world has changed.

At that time, Yang Gong's sigh on this mountain still seemed to reverberate in my ears.

Meng Haoran read the inscription and burst into tears.

Climb Yanshan Mountain with friends.

When things change, time is often the time to form ancient and modern times.

Now we can climb the mountain to visit the historical sites preserved all over the country.

Weir water shows the river surface, and Yunmengze is cold and mysterious.

The monument to Yang Hucheng is still towering, and tears are wet after reading the epitaph.

It is said that there is a goddess haunting Wanshan. He often goes to Wanshan and squats down to see the immortal.

Holding a fishing rod, calmly fishing for fish, but thinking about whether the goddess will quietly come to the side.

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

I've been waiting all day, let alone the goddess. I haven't even met a village girl. Only a group of monkeys hung on the tree and looked at him curiously.

In the moonlight, he packed his tools, rowed the boat and went back leisurely singing.

Wanshantan building

I sit on the edge of a stone and fish. The water is clear and transparent, so leisurely.

Fish swam around in the shade of trees, and apes hung on the branches to fight.

The story of the goddess Yu Pei is said to have happened on this mountain.

Because I don't have such a chance to take risks, I will come back and sing oars in the moonlight.

3.

Although my hometown is beautiful, I am always tired of looking at it every day.

The world is so big and there are so many beautiful scenery, Meng Haoran decided to have a look.

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. The two great poets fell in love at first sight and both fell in love with each other's chic demeanor, 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 coming here so much? I think this building is beautiful, but it's nothing special. "

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

Li Bai frowned and said, "I didn't persuade anyone to write poetry, but someone left a famous saying in this historic building-a long time ago, a yellow crane carried a saint to heaven, and now there is nothing but the Yellow Crane Tower. This is not my poetry fairy's signature. No, I must write better. "

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

Li Bai looked at Meng Haoran's floating figure like an out-of-touch fairy. Suddenly, he had an epiphany and wrote the famous "Yellow Crane Tower Farewell to Meng Haoran" on his way to Yangzhou.

Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou in this beautiful spring filled with catkins and flowers.

My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon.

Other people's travel may be for taking photos, making friends, or leaving a good poem or two that will last forever. Meng Haoran, on the other hand, is not deliberate or demanding, and everything depends on the mood.

In a good mood, he will write a poem to recommend himself:

Looking at Dongting Lake from afar —— addressed to Premier Zhang

The autumn water rises and almost blends with the shore, mixing water and sky with the sky.

Ozawa's water vapor transpiration on the cloud soil is white, and the waves seem to shake the whole Yueyang.

I'm going to cross the water to find a boat and paddle. It's a shame to return home in the sacred age.

Sitting around watching other people's hard river fishing can only envy the fish caught in the fish.

Premier Zhang, look at the high tide in Dongting Lake. How wide the water is. The water vapor was transpiration and the waves were rough, which almost shook 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 of the sentence is open-minded, which can be called a famous sentence describing Dongting Lake, while the second half falls into the stereotype and is greatly discounted.

Naturally, such a careless resume was not hired.

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

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

Come to the famous Lushan Mountain, the sunrise rises, and the waterfall reflects a rainbow:

At the beginning of the incense burner, the waterfall sprayed Chen Hong.

-"Li Penghu sees Lushan Mountain"

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

The morning sun and autumn clouds are bright and floating.

The stormy waves come like snow. If you sit still, you will feel cold.

-"Watching the Tide with Yan Gantang"

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

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

Meng Haoran was in the lower reaches of the Yangtze River, looking at his hometown far upstream, looking at the returning sails, as if clearing the clouds, and tears of homesickness unwillingly flowed down.

Should I continue to wander and find a way out or go back to my hometown to be a hermit? He got lost.

Hanjiang's early pregnancy.

The south is a wilderness, because leaves are falling, and the wind from the north makes the water cold.

My home is wandering by the river, and the sea of clouds is far away.

Tears of homesickness in the journey, see the back of the sail on the horizon.

The smoke in the wind blurs where the ferry can be, and the vast river ripples in the sunset.

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

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

4.

Willfulness is never too old.

Meng Haoran, who has land and a house at home, can still live as happily as a fairy when he returns to Xiangyang without running around for life.

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

This is Meng Haoran's first job in my life, however, it is also the last one.

Not long after, Meng Haoran got tired of office life from nine to five and resolutely resigned.

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

Who knows that he drank and chatted 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 go?

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

Zhang Chaozong, who was stood up, was so angry that Meng Haoran was blacked out and left angrily.

5.

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

The unsociable Wang Wei not only wrote poems for him, but also painted portraits for him.

In the painting, Meng Haoran is riding a pony, dressed in white, with a thin face. Next to him, a bookboy followed with a piano and a book, just like a legendary master in the world.

Du Fu has a high demand for writing poems, praising his poems for their high quality, though not much.

I pity Meng Haoran, brown is night.

You don't have to write poetry, but you often make Bao Xie.

Even more exaggerated is Li Bai, who wrote poems to Meng Haoran naked:

Message to Meng Haoran

Master, I cheer you from the bottom of my heart. Your fame has risen to the sky.

In the rosy youth, you gave up the importance of hats and chariots and chose pine trees and clouds; Now whitehead.

Drunk moon, sage of dreams, bewitched by flowers, you turned a deaf ear to the emperor.

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

I like this old Meng Man Haoran. He is as romantic and chic as I am. He doesn't care about being an official. He was drunk, and the heavenly king Lao Tzu came and ignored him. He deserves my admiration.

Meng Haoran: You are actually praising yourself. ...

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

In 740 AD, when Wang Changling was demoted, he passed by Xiangyang. He seldom saw his old friends, so he had to drink two glasses.

During the dinner, Meng Haoran talked and laughed, and the doctor's words 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 you not eat it?" Meng Haoran picked up a piece of seafood with chopsticks smartly.

Unexpectedly, the condition deteriorated rapidly after that day and eventually died.

6.

Meng Haoran's life is what many people yearn for. He once wrote an autobiography-like poem "Return to Hannan Garden in midsummer and send the old city to Beijing", which shows that he admires hermits like Tao Yuanming the most.

But after all, Tao Yuanming was born in troubled times and chose seclusion out of helplessness.

Meng Haoran lived in an era when the country was rich and the people were strong. He has a desire to be an official and a desire to live in seclusion, which makes him confused, lost and confused. ...

After reading the biography of Gao Shi, Tao Zhengjun is the best.

I like country life. I call myself the emperor of Xi.

Reply to what? I'm interested.

Abandon the ravine in middle age and travel abroad.

-"Midsummer Return to Hannan Garden, Send Beijing as Old"

In the end, he firmly chose to return to his hometown, followed Tao Yuanming's example, and lived a life of being peaceful and farming.

Loyalty wants to serve the sage, and filial piety is the old relative.

Returning to summer, farming crops is not as good as spring.

Fan pillow under the north window, picking Nanjian shore.

Because of the voice of thanks, I admire Yang Yingzhen.

-"Midsummer Return to Hannan Garden, Send Beijing as Old"

True happiness is to follow your nature and live up to your heart.

Perhaps this is why we envy Tao Yuanming and Meng Haoran. They live a simple and pure life in their own way.