It is ridiculous to think that an earthworm shakes a big tree.
The coexistence of poems and articles by Li Bai and Du Fu illuminates the poetry world like a ray of light. But they don’t know that the frivolous scholars are ignorant, so how can they use old slanderous words to slander them? Just like the ants trying to shake the tree, it's ridiculous that they don't estimate themselves. Although I live after Li Du, I often miss and admire them. I often dream about them at night, but when I wake up I think about them vaguely. Li Bai and Du Fu's articles made immortal achievements just like Yu the Great cut mountains and controlled floods, but they only left some traces of chiseling, and it is difficult for people to see the operation process of flood control at that time. I recall that when they wielded their giant axes, the cliffs split open, the blocked flood poured out, and the heaven and earth reverberated with the loud sound of landslides and ground cracks. But these two masters were mostly in a cold and difficult situation; it was as if the Emperor of Heaven deliberately let them rise up and be trapped in order to achieve success in their poetry. They are like birds whose feathers have been clipped and imprisoned in a cage. They are not allowed to spread their wings and fly. They can only watch in pain as the birds fly freely outside. They wrote tens of thousands of beautiful poems in their lifetime, which are as beautiful and precious as gold and jade. However, most of them seemed to have been taken away by the immortal officials sent by divine soldiers in the sky. What has been passed down to the world is just the tiniest bit of Mount Tai. . I wish I could give birth to two wings and pursue their realm, even in remote places. I was finally able to connect sincerely with the poets of my generation, and all kinds of strange poetic scenes came into my mind: pulling out the sharp teeth of the whale in the sea with my backhand, holding the big ladle high, drinking the fairy wine in the heavenly palace, and suddenly rising up and swimming in the sky. In the vast and infinite sky, I am free and full of the sounds of nature, and I don't even bother to wear the heavenly clothes made by the Weaver Girl. I turn back to you on the ground and say, don’t always dig into the piles of books to find chapters and sentences and be busy doing business. You should learn from Li and Du together with me and fly high in the vast world of poetry.