The Qu Zi mentioned by Yang Hu is also the Qu Yuan praised by later generations.
Yang Hu has lived in Chu for more than 30 years, and he has been doing business in the Lingyang Mountain area all the year round, so he has come into contact with quite a lot of people, and people from all walks of life have contact.
Therefore, I know the history of Chu very well, and I also know the current situation of Chu very well.
Qu Yuan, born in 340 BC, died in 278 BC.
Chu people, Mi surname, Qu family, name Ping, word Yuan.
Born in Danyang, Chu State, in present-day Yichang City, Hubei Province, he is a descendant of Qu Bian, the son of Xiong Tong, King Wu of Chu.
Qu Yuan served as a doctor in the court of Chu State, and a leftist disciple who was also in charge of domestic and foreign affairs.
He advocated changing the law, advocating the internal promotion of meritocracy, cultivating the law, and externally joining forces to resist Qin.
Later, because he was excluded by the aristocracy, he was exiled to the Yuanxiang Valley.
This year, Qu Yuan passed through Lingyang Mountain, entered the school of Lingyang Mountain to give lectures, and prepared to spend the rest of his life.
The failure in officialdom made him desperate.
So it became very extreme.
The king of Chu did not kill him, but just drove him out of the capital and did not let him go around talking about things.
Qu Yuan, who was in the capital, was an unconscious lord who made incendiary speeches everywhere, demanding reforms in the state of Chu.
At his instigation, he gathered a large number of supporters, and as a result, the governance of the king and the interests of the hereditary nobility were seriously affected.
As a result, under the covert methods of the hereditary nobles, Qu Yuan was degraded and exiled.
Qu Yuan, who was exiled to other places, was guarded by officials of the Chu State behind him, allowing him to make a living, but he was not allowed to lobby everywhere.
In order to prevent Qu Yuan from giving speeches everywhere, after he settled in one place, he would be escorted by officials to another strange place.
Because when you go to a strange place, you have to get used to the environment, and if you want to speak to others, they may not pay attention to you.
It is precisely for this reason that Qu Yuan went to the school in Lingyang Mountain, became a teacher, and became an alumnus with the children of Yang Hu.
Qu Yuan is six or seven years younger than Yang Hu, and he is in his forties, but he looks very old.
Yang Hu's sons are only in their thirties, and they are little dolls in front of Qu Yuan.
In terms of knowledge, they are also better than them.
In terms of knowledge, Qu Yuan was a great official of the Chu State.
Although Yang Hu's sons and daughters have been personally passed down by the guards of the Great Zhou, they are not the books they read in the Great Zhou after all.
Moreover, the education they received was passed on by word of mouth, and there were no books to look up to.
They had no extracurricular reading materials and classic materials, and everything was told by the Great Zhou guards.
It can be said that there are some things, if the Great Zhou guards are wrong, what is passed on to them is wrong.
Qu Yuan is different, Qu Yuan received an orthodox education.
Not only is Mr. a serious teacher, but his study materials are complete, and he has classics at home, and he can borrow them from others.
Moreover, he was a high-ranking official in the Chu State, and he came into contact with many people in the world who could not get books.
So Yang Hu's sons and daughters are not Qu Yuan's opponents at all.
Therefore, Yang Hu's eldest son was not convinced, so he took the opportunity to come back to visit his father and asked his father to come out of the mountain to meet this Mr.
Qu.
Qu Yuan is a tall and thin man, but his height is in front of Yang Hu, he is short, he is half a head shorter than Yang Hu.
Because it was exile, although it was cloth, it was already patched silk.
Due to his thinness, his clothes look empty when worn on his body.
It can be seen that before his exile, he was not so thin.
There is also the fact that this dress may be worn in winter, because there are no extra clothes to wear, so it looks even more empty to wear during this season.
"Qu Zi, you are Qu Zi," Yang Hu spoke quickly, and asked directly after meeting.
Qu Yuan's face changed on the spot, and he lowered his voice and said, "I am Qu Yuan, a wanderer, and I dare not report my real name."
There is an official behind me, and I am not allowed to report my real surname."
Qu Yuan wanted to explain that he had no choice but to fend for himself.
If he doesn't come out to teach, he'll starve to death.
"I am Yang Hu in the area of Lingyang Mountain, no one knows my Yang Lake, my sons and daughters, they are all teaching in this school, it's okay, it's okay."
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Yang Hu said, nodded towards the eldest son, and ordered seriously: "Everything obeys Qu Zi, and he is Qu Zi Qu Zi when he gives all convenience."
"Daddy, I know Daddy" Yang Hu asked his daughter-in-law to prepare a table of wine and food, and had a long conversation with Qu Yuan.
To Yang Hu's disappointment, he was not able to untie Qu Yuan's heart knot and let him take refuge in the Daomen.
Later, Qu Yuan was escorted elsewhere.
After Qu Yuan left, Yang Hu's son cleaned up his room and wrote a poem: Sadness Returns to the Wind The sorrow returns to the wind and shakes, and the heart is wronged and internally injured.
Things are subtle and clumsy, and the sound is hidden and advocated.
Fu He Pengxian's creation and thinking, and Zhijie did not forget.
How can the ever-changing situation be covered, and the hypocrisy can be long Birds and beasts sing in groups, and the grass is more than fragrant.
The fish scales to separate themselves, and the dragon hides its article.
Therefore, the camelina is different from the mu, and the orchid is secluded and unique.
But the eternal capital of the beautiful woman is more unified and self-defeating.
Where the ambition goes, pity the sheep of the clouds.
The confusion of the Zhizhi and the clarity of the plagiarism of the poem.
But the beauty is alone, and she is like a pepper to deal with herself.
Zeng Zhizhi sighed, alone and thoughtful.
Weeping and miserable, sleepless until dawn.
The man who has been in the long night will not go away from this mourning.
Calm and calm, talk about leisurely to be self-assured.
The sorrow and pity of the injury are unstoppable.
Thinking about it in my heart, I think it is sorrowful, and I think it is sorrowful.
Fold like a tree to hide the light, with the wind still.
It seems to be gone, and the heart is enthusiastic.
Fu Pei was determined by the case, and he was super confused and carried out.
If the year is declining, the time is coming.
The shallot is detached, and the fragrance is resting but not comparing.
The heart of mercy cannot be punished, and it is impossible to talk about it.
I'd rather die and go into exile, and I can't bear to worry about it.
The solitary son groaned and wept, and let the son out but did not return it.
Who can think without hiding, according to what Peng Xianzhi heard.
Climb the stone mountain to look at the distance, and the road is silent.
There is no response to the sound of the scene, and it is impossible to hear and think about it.
Depressed and unhappy, incomprehensible.
The heart is restrained but not opened, and the anger turns to self-determination.
Mu is boundless, and there is no grace in the reckless mang.
The sound is hidden and the feeling is awkward, and the thing is pure and invisible.
The vines are immeasurable, and the ethereal is indescribable.
Sorrowful and often sad, and unentertaining.
Ling Dabo and the wind is blowing, and he lives in Peng Xian.
On the steep shore of the high rock, the mark of the female lizard is upside down.
According to the blue and the rainbow, then suddenly the sky.
Suck the dew of the floating cool, gargle the frost of the sting.
According to the wind acupoint to rest on its own, suddenly poured into Chanyuan.
Feng Kunlun overlooks the fog, and hides the Min Mountain to clear the river.
The turbulence of the turbulence and the turbulence of the waves.
There is no way to look at it, and there is no discipline in it.
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There is no way to roll the ocean, and it is impossible to stop.
Drifting up and down its top, wings far away from its left and right.
Pan murmuring before and after, accompanied by Zhang Chi's letter period.
Look at the phase of the hot gas, and look at the accumulation of smoke liquid.
The sorrowful frost and snow are all down, listening to the tide hitting each other.
Take advantage of the past to come and go, and use the yellow thorn in vain.
Ask for the place where the meson is kept, and see the traces of Boyi.
The heart is dispatched and gone, and the ambition is not suitable.
Said: I complain about the past, and mourn the sorrow of the comer.
Floating Jianghuai and entering the sea, from Zixu and comfortable.
Looking at the continent of the great river, the traces of the resistance of the sad Shen disciples.
Suddenly admonishing the king and not listening, what is the benefit of the heavy responsibility The heart is knotted but not dissolved, and the thoughts are not released After reading Qu Yuan's poems, Yang Hu's eldest son had to admire, and sighed that such a big talent could not be reused Unfortunately, Mr.
Qu was escorted away again.
Otherwise, he would have been able to persuade him to take refuge in the Daomen.
Because he found the knot in a man's heart. aa2705221: