Du Fu, are you all right? Actually, I'm worried about you. You are always worried about your country and people, and your face is full of vicissitudes. Do you look up at the night sky alone again tonight? "How can I not cry at the railing?" ? Or in a different place, when the war is raging, looking forward to the news of your loved ones? Although you understand that "after three months of war, a letter from home is worth a ton of gold", you are still worried about the country and people. "Petals flow down like tears, and lonely birds sing their sorrows." Is the best portrayal of you. Between your lines, there is always grief and indignation. The first quick poem of your "However, I packed my books and poems crazily" is also related to the recovery of lost land and the victory of peaceful rebellion. Your patriotic feelings and broad mind make me want to sing a hymn for you more than once, and your charm still shines after thousands of years.
Du Fu, is your hut strong in the cold season? I hope you don't "come back and lean on the stick and sigh" because you are chasing the thatch. If you were alive today, you wouldn't sing "All the poor people in the world are happy", would you? You are so admired by future generations, "I am alone enough to freeze to death" is your strongest voice!
Du Fu, you dreamed of your good friend Li Bai more than once. You use "our capital is nosy, but you are lonely, helpless and poor" to express his dissatisfaction, and you use "1000-year reputation, 10,000-year reputation, what is good, when you die and leave" to express your endless worries. It's exciting that you have deep feelings for your friends. You held back your sadness and wrote, "Tomorrow the mountains will separate us, and after tomorrow-who can say? "How many people in the world can understand your feelings in loneliness? A bosom friend is hard to find!
Du Fu, Du Fu, I miss you when you were young. You wrote the heroic poem "Reach the Peak, the other mountains all appear dwarfs under the sky.". With great enthusiasm, but things are confusing. An Anshi Rebellion ruined the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty and your dream of saving the world, but similarly, the Anshi Rebellion also created the best of you!
Du Fu, I've always wanted to sing a song for you, but I know that no matter what song you sing, you can't show your greatness and perseverance. How to define you, Du Fu?
The sage in the poem, the bottom of the pen waves! You are you, and there is no point in saying more.
Postscript: Just like the Buddha said, "When you drink water, you will know yourself." Du Fu's spirit can only be understood by our hearts. When I looked up at the night sky again, your face appeared in the night sky. I can't help wanting to sing another song for you. You stopped me with your eyes. Well, silence and joy, silently bless your peace!