In his view, people's lives are even worse than mountains and rivers, and they are gone forever. In the poet's view, "Take Rong Shu, plunge into purple roots, shine in the morning and die at dusk" ("Murong"), from things to people, flowers bloom and fall in the morning, and flowers fall in the evening, but isn't it the same for human beings? He can be above fame and poverty, but not above life and death. Death gave Tao Yuanming a strong anxious expectation. In his poems, he repeatedly expressed this feeling, "Yesterday and dusk are the same, but now I am recording in ghosts" ("Elegy"), "Being born without roots, floating like dust on a stranger" ("Miscellaneous Poems"), and people can't be resurrected after death. Peng zu loves eternal life, but he can't stay if he wants to "("Together "). In the later years of the poet's retirement, this kind of life questioning is more intense. In several articles, such as Sadness from Brother Zhong De, Sacrifice to Sister, Sacrifice to Brother, etc., there is sadness of death. "It's too late to say the least. It's too sad to be full. "Death itself is not terrible, but it means that all human feelings are annihilated, and the nothingness of death makes Yuan Ming feel some inexplicable melancholy and anxiety. In "self-sacrifice", "life is really hard, and death is nothing! "This is the poet's heartfelt sigh.