The king of Chu couldn't see clearly your faithfulness and honesty, so he kicked you out of Yingdu. The world can't see through your lofty, laugh at you like dirt. The fisherman doesn't understand your lifestyle, but you raise a little smile at the corner of your mouth: the whole world is muddy, and I am the only one. Ignore those groundless slanders and slanders and just go your own way. Even if you are exiled to the barren frontier, the rolling dust can't stain your clothes, and the roar of the north wind can't touch your heartstrings.
Treacherous court official's exclusion can no longer erase your sharpness, splash ink on your ups and downs, and ask the boundless sky with a pen. A poem "Li Sao" is romantic in style, attacking rogue groups and despising the failure of westernization; An article "Tian Wen", with extraordinary knowledge, has been developed into a "masterpiece that lasts forever"; You regard wind, rain, snow, electricity, clouds and the moon as your attendants, and you are fearless at the top of your life; You let the phoenix spread its wings, you let the dragon fly, and you can swim against the wind for thousands of years. The intrigue between the ruling and opposition parties can't stop your deep talent from giving orders in this lightning and thunder day; The amazing work you left behind, how can time bury the childlike feelings that stumbled out in the huge waves?
However, when you learned the bad news that Ying Du was captured, you went to the river bank in despair, and your faith went down with the broken home. Holding a bronze sword, there is no sorrow in my heart. It is obviously the pain of losing your country, but the wind blows away your tearful eyes. The biting cold of the river drove away the remaining timidity in my heart and resolutely wrote down my lifelong belief.
Did you get a look at him? Your innocent act of righteousness stirred the river, and people along the coast raised dragon boat sails, wrapped millet in leaves and sacrificed your soul at the bottom of the river. Did you get a look at him? How many literati are eager to move because of your tough personality? The Songs of the South, which you inadvertently created, is regarded by later generations as "an eloquent and magnificent speech, an outstanding work". The upstream of the blue ink is the Miluo River. Is Dongting Lake a sacred place for poets because of your talent?
Have you seen all these, Qu Yuan?
"The blue water is clear, you can lick my tassel; The water in the rough waves is turbid and can satisfy my feet. " When your weak body is immersed in the ruthless river, the sound of water blocks the noise of troubled times and gives you a rare pure land. You smiled. You don't need crocodile tears from the prince and villagers to leave, you just need this purity-at the moment when you are asleep, when you are with you.
Qu Yuan, I want to lift the veil of history, look at your haggard face, cheer for your enthusiasm and worship for your profound knowledge. I want to cross this book with wings and imagine the tragic picture of you standing by the river and crying. I want to read thousands of your masterpieces, read your confused thoughts and get close to you, Qu Yuan!