Mao Zedong once said to the famous Soviet writer Federlin: "He (Du Fu) was the greatest people's poet in ancient China. His works are the immortal literature of China's later artistic appreciation ... and the outstanding literary heritage left to all mankind. "
Mr. Lu Xun once said: "Du Fu seems to be not an ancient man, as if he still lives in our pile today."
When Guo Moruo visited Du Fu's Caotang, he wrote an inscription: "The world is scarred, and the poet is a saint; The people suffer, and the bottom of the pen fluctuates. "
In September of 20 12, at the event held in Chengdu to commemorate the 300th anniversary of Du Fu's birthday12, Huang Jinxiang, a famous painter of calligraphy and painting, improvised a poem and said, "Poetry is sung in the belly of righteousness, and I think it is depressing. Clouds and moons are unknown, and they spit out the words of human suffering. "
On the echo wall with a history of thousands of years, the voice of worshipping Du is endless. . .