Love is the most beautiful emotion in the world, but it is also the hardest emotion to last to the end. It is not easy even to think about it for two people who were strangers to live together for half a century.
But after all, there are still many people who make it to the end. Compared with the passion of young people, the mutual support of old people is more respectable.
Du Fu rarely wrote about love in his poems, but when he passed by Qintai in his later years, he remembered the love between Sima Xiangru and Zhuo Wenjun, and wrote his emotion.
After Maoling fell ill, he still loved Zhuo Wenjun.
In the world of wine shops, the sun sets over the Qintai.
The wild flowers leave a treasure, and the creeping grass can be seen in the skirt.
Returning to the phoenix to seek the phoenix's will, only a few of them are no longer heard from.
This ancient poem is Du Fu's "Qintai", which is the place where Sima Xiangru fell in love with Zhuo Wenjun. The love story between the two of them has always existed in folk legends. When the old Du Fu came here, he still sighed.
"After Maoling fell ill, he still loved Zhuo Wenjun." The beginning of the poem describes the love that the two still have for each other even after they are old. Sima Xiangru was old and frail, but he still loved Zhuo Wenjun as before. After decades of ups and downs, the two of them finally managed to stay together for a lifetime.
"The wine shop is in the world, and the Qintai is covered with sunset and clouds." Du Fu would think of their youth. One of them was a weak scholar, and the other was a wealthy daughter. At that time, my status was not suitable for participating in the market. But in order for the two of them to survive, Wen Jun took charge and Sima Xiangru cleaned the wine vessels. What kind of courage was this.
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Today, Du Fu walked to the former piano platform and looked at the clouds on the horizon. How much envy did he feel in his heart?
< p>"The wild flowers leave treasures, and the creeping grass reveals the skirt." In this story, Wenjun is so dazzling. The wild flowers are just like the smile on Zhuo Wenjun's face back then, and the tender green grass is also like the skirt Zhuo Wenjun wore back then.So at the end, the poet lamented, "Returning to the phoenix to seek the phoenix's will is rarely heard of again." It's a pity that after their story, such a strange thing has never been heard again.
Very few of Du Fu's poems praise love, but in this ancient poem, he praises Sima