On Du Fu's Internet Celebrities and Poems in His Later Years 202 1- 10-08

Poems of Du Fu and Internet Celebrities and Old Age: In old age, you and I were sitting in the courtyard, listening to the rain, and the stars rarely enjoyed the moon. Flowers bloom and fall in memory of Jiangnan. I'll draw it while you're talking. Grow old with love.

Another group of people fake the author's style and content because this poem "touched porcelain" the poet Du Fu. On Du Fu's feelings about home and country, troubled times experience and depressed style: He took me through a hundred years of sorrow and climbed this high alone; A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home; Petals flow down like tears; And lonely birds also sang their own grief-this poem is light and straightforward, not with the rhythm, nor sad. From the content, Du Fu thinks that the most beautiful and sweetest emotion is that the old wife draws paper as chess and the young son knocks the needle as a hook. The most desirable romance is: when can we lie on the screen again and watch the bright light stop crying? .

Others criticize this poem as knowledge with high sugar content, which is easy and pleasant to read, reminding people to be cautious when they come into contact with such high sugar content in unfamiliar professional fields, so as not to be misled.

There are several points in this poem that hit the hearts of modern people: healthy and harmonious dance in old age, strong company in old age and ups and downs in the world.

Nowadays, fewer people get married, and more people get married and divorced. How rare is the combination of pearls, diamonds and precious stones? The most romantic thing I can think of is to grow old together with you, and a loving white head is the most extravagant way to show off your wealth!

The present situation of modern marriage is that there are many single people and many people who have been married twice, so there will naturally be a lot of troubles and troubles in the next year! Either there is no one to accompany the clouds and listen to the rain, and the stars rarely enjoy the moon. Either * * * can't look back and can't remember Jiangnan.

You and I are sitting in the yard in the twilight. You say the past, I paint the past, and grow old with deep affection. It has become a luxury that many people inside and outside the modern besieged city cannot reach.

Therefore, this poem, which seems to pass by Du Fu and has a high popularity, has its realistic rationality!