What thoughts and feelings did the rain at Jianmen Road show?

Jianmenguan is the main traffic artery in northern Sichuan. At that time, Lu You was transferred from southern Shaanxi to Chengdu, where he wrote this little poem. The poet rode a donkey, travel-stained, and came from far away. He walked all the way, drank all the way, and was handsome. Just go out early and come back late, the clothes are not washed by electricity, covered with dust and traces, which is not beautiful. Today, I set foot on the ancient Jiange Road, and it was cloudy and foggy. He sat firmly on the donkey's back, the battery was uneven, and he looked around and sang a few words from time to time. Gradually, the sword door closed behind him and entered bo.

Isn't this mood chic and romantic enough? So he couldn't help asking himself if he should be a poet. The answer is undoubtedly yes. Because: since ancient times, poets have been drinking too much, and Li Bai has spilled hundreds of poems, and Du Fu's sprinkling is not under Li Bai. Now, the splash marks on the full-breasted clothes just show that they have the same hobbies as "poetry immortals" and "poetry saints". Riding a donkey is also a poet's pleasure. Isn't it a well-known story that Li He rode a donkey and took his children out to find poetry? Now I'm riding a donkey in the drizzle and coming to Jianmenguan. In this way, being a poet is worthy of the name.

But why "the soul is everywhere"? This involves the consistent pursuit of Lu You and the situation at that time. He was born in the early years of the Southern Song Dynasty, when Jin Bing invaded. From an early age, he aimed at restoring the Central Plains. Writing poetry is just a way for him to express his hug. However, there is no way to serve the country. I went to the front line in Shaanxi and lived in the army for nearly half a century. Now I have to go to the rear to take a leisurely post and become an armchair poet again. How can a person be satisfied with this!

So, "Are you all poets?" It is not a patriot's complacency, but a helpless self-mockery and self-sigh. Imagine, if you don't pretend to be humorous, who will seriously regard drinking on the donkey as a symbol of the poet? Dear readers, please touch and study the tremor of the poet's painful heart through his humorous and unique style!