Du Fu, a poet in Tang Dynasty, misses Li Bai's poems.

One day in late autumn, a cool breeze suddenly blew the poet's restless heart. Du Fu lived in Qin Zhou (now Tianshui, Gansu) at this time, which was a bleak time. Looking around, I can't find a trace of vitality and vitality. Looking at the sky, I am more worried. Looking back on my own experience, I feel that things have changed, things are unpredictable, and infinite sadness comes to my mind. At this time, I heard that my friend Li Bai was pardoned on the way to exile Yelang and has returned to Hunan. I can't help but want to chat with my good friend.

To Li Bai at the end of the sky.

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

A cold wind is blowing from the distant sky. What are you thinking, old friend? .

The geese never answered me, and the rivers, lakes and seas were flooded by rain.

A poet should be careful to prosper, but the devil can trouble a vagrant.

It should be * * * murder. Throw him the poem, where he drowned himself in the Milo River.

A cold wind is blowing from the distant sky. What are you thinking, old friend? . In this season, this weather, my mood is lonely, my mood is hesitant, and you, old friend? How do you feel when you come back from being pardoned, sitting on a boat drifting away from home and facing the surrounding scenery? There should be a feeling of depression, right? Maybe there is still a trace of sadness and hesitation? Still really did it, as always. Handsome and broad-minded?

The geese never answered me, and the rivers, lakes and seas were flooded by rain. Du Fu said, I heard that you were pardoned and came back. How I look forward to hearing more about you! But what about Hongyan, who is in charge of legend? Is it because of something delayed? Why is there no trace of it? Old friend, you are in Xiaoxiang Dongting. I look forward to seeing you as soon as possible every day. You should take good care and come back safely!

A poet should be careful to prosper, but the devil can trouble a vagrant. After his disappearance, the poet gave great sympathy to his good friend Li Bai. Fate always seems to be against people. Why is it difficult for a good writer to have a good fate? The worst thing is those ghosts, who always like to speak ill of others behind their backs! After reading this, how many literati in the past dynasties have nowhere to stop? Ancient and wise people, so sad! Later generations once commented on this sentence: "One hate and one joy make the literati have nowhere to go."

It should be * * * murder. Throw him the poem, where he drowned himself in the Milo River. Du Fu imagined that Li Bai should live in Xiangjiang River at this time, where there are ghosts who have been exiled and drowned for thousands of years. Will Li Bai, a friend, think of water coagulation and throw his manuscript into the water, so that ripples can bring deep greetings to Qu Yuan? A "gift" shows that this is a dialogue that spans thousands of years and makes people cry. Qu Yuan and Li Bai, who are equally talented and ill-fated, should feel the same way and appreciate each other?

This lyric poem, excited by the autumn wind, has strong feelings, but it is not directly expressed. It recites the whole poem, like reading a friend's letter, full of ardent thoughts. Du Fu felt his friend's experience and missed his thoughts. It's really an ancient lyric masterpiece.