Writing letters is the best way to exchange feelings, experiences and opinions between people, and it is also the best cradle of emotional sustenance between people.
The writing format of the letter to Du Fu:
1, Title: Paying tribute to Du Fu.
2. Text: The main content, just express clearly what you want to say in words.
3. Conclusion: Write a sentence expressing good wishes in the conclusion.
A letter to Du Fu Dear 1
Shao Laotai:
I am a junior who has admired you for a long time. I dare not pretend to be your confidant. As a student, I am also the door wall. I can only say that I am your "fan". In 770 AD, you passed away with unforgettable bitterness and unfinished regrets, like a meteor across the dark night sky in the Tang Dynasty. Time has passed 1200 years, but you are like a diamond, shining at the tip of the pyramid of human civilization. Maybe you die unsatisfied, but I want to say: you die a fair death, why regret it?
On February 7th12nd12nd, the day you were born, the wind and snow all over the sky showed your bumpy life and noble character, and your blood blended the courage of Du Yu, a famous ancestor in the Western Jin Dynasty, and the pride of Du Yu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. You have read a lot of Confucian classics, aiming high, and realized your political ambition of "being loyal to Confucianism and guarding officials" in line with your life belief. However, when you have worked hard and learned a lot, your test paper with the ambition of being peaceful for the country and the people was burned lightly by Li (a man who was blinded by saying that he was outstanding in the wild). What could be better than pregnancy? When you visit a rich family and are looked down upon and recommended by others, what makes you more miserable and humiliated than relying on others? ("buckle rich door, dusk with fat horse dust. Broken cups are everywhere. " ) When you return to Fengxian empty-handed to visit your wife and children in the Anshi Rebellion, what makes you feel more ashamed and indignant than a man who can't support his family? -How thin the sky is! ?
Time is passing, and your grief and indignation are piling up! You have always regarded poetry as your tireless pursuit all your life. "You like beautiful sentences for human nature, and the words are not surprisingly endless", but "you have never heard of a bosom friend after a hundred years of singing". Wandering around Kuizhou, illness and aging, loneliness and sadness, depression and depression are closely intertwined with you, and you are angry with the poet. Your exploration of the art of poetry is even better. Your creation has reached the realm of free will and perfection, and you have written such a desolate and vigorous masterpiece as Eight Autumn Nights in the Pavilion. Denggao was praised as "Seven Words of Ancient and Modern Times" by Hu Yinglin, a scholar in Ming Dynasty. You were born in troubled times, have no fixed place to live, have no fixed place to eat, and have a hard time. The history of your suffering and tears makes people sigh and lament! But calm reflection, in such a decadent and fatuous dynasty, even if you are worshipped, you can't realize your political ambitions, and your nobility and aloofness may even lead to death. Didn't you see your bosom friend, Fang Baxiang, Li Bai was exiled and died in Taizhou, Li Yong died in Yazhong, Wang Changling was relegated to Yelang, and Su Yuanming starved to death in Chang 'an? You can't save the day and help the building collapse-you are unfortunate! And your chest is more and more filled with anger and resentment. For example, the rushing river finally flows into the ocean of poetry, and you are respected by later generations as a poet saint, and your poems are as high as a peak. "Other mountains are dwarfed in the sky." . For thousands of years, no poet can compare with you except Li Bai, the "Poet Fairy"-you are lucky! Your personal experience is so unfortunate, but literature is lucky! Huaxia is very lucky! Humans are lucky-so are you!
I can't express my condolences to you, so let me find a chapter in your poem and put it together into four rhymes:
The yellow flowers weep and expose the wood, and Chongyang climbs to think of Du Fu. The wind blows the oars in Wuxia Gorge, and the lights in Xiangjiang River are lonely.
Outside the sword gate, I laughed and drank, and Yueyang Tower swallowed and cried. The building will pour out any resentment, and the poem will die.
I want to take this as comfort for your soul in heaven!
As time goes by, the literary building you built, the spiritual monument you set up and the world * * * exist, shining with the sun and the moon! Du Li's articles are in full bloom (Han Yu).
Lao Du, may you be happy and healthy in heaven!
Letter to Du Fu Dear 2
Dear Mr. Du Fu,
Hello! I am a middle school student and your loyal reader, and your poems deeply attract me.
Today, I picked up a pen to write to you. I am really happy and excited. "When you are dissolute with Zhao, Qiu Ma is quite crazy." "Young people get old. When you drink it, you will see the extreme, and the vulgar things will be embarrassing. " This can be said to be what you looked like when you were young. At that time, you were a young man with high talent but a little conceited. During this period, you met Li Bai and spent a short but unforgettable time together. Later generations also called you "Da Du Li". "Du Li's poems are widely read", which can be passed down to this day, is also because the spirit in your poems is convincing. Between the ages of 45 and 48, you are catching up with the Anshi Rebellion. At that time, Tongguan fell, and after you settled down, you went to Suzong alone, but you were captured by Anshi rebels, taken to Chang 'an, and then escaped by luck. During this period, you left many famous articles. Such as Moonlit Night and Spring Hope. "I stroked my white hair. It has become so thin that it can no longer hold hairpins. "Love the mountains and rivers of the motherland, especially sensitive to the pain of national subjugation and extinction. You love this great river and mountain, and when it is scarred, your heart will hurt.
Your patriotism can best be reflected in the poem "Spring Hope". "The mountains and rivers are there", and nothing was left in the Ming Dynasty; No one can say clearly that "everything is covered with grass and trees." Flowers and birds are usually recreational things, and when they change, they can't help crying. Mountains, rivers, plants and trees used to be my favorite. At this time, it is particularly shocking to disturb and hurt the spring. Your poems are full of love for your country. When your country is killed, your heart will be heavy, which is not difficult to see in your poems. Between the ages of 48 and 58, you lived an evasive life and couldn't even eat well. Hunger and satiety make your body weaker and weaker. But you have left behind many masterpieces.
Such as mountain climbing, Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night and so on. When you were 56 years old, because there was no hope of returning to the north and your livelihood was shrinking, you had to write a poem "Jianghan" to express your feelings at that time. Soon after, you left us forever. A brilliant superstar in the literary world has fallen. But your reputation has been passed down through the ages. We respectfully call you a "poet saint" and your poems are called "epics". Although you are gone, your soul will always be with us, inspiring us and never giving up. The gloomy and frustrated style of your poetry attracts me; The political ambition of "obeying the monarch first, then making the customs pure" infected me; The cry of "Peace is everywhere, and the poor in the world are all happy" affects me. Let you inspire me invisibly. I will follow in your footsteps and contribute to the prosperity of the motherland!
I am here to convey
Salute!
Your loyal readers
A Letter to Du Fu Dear 3
Mr. Du Fu:
Hello! Do you want to know why I wrote this letter to you? Tell you, I am your loyal fan! Haha, you certainly don't understand the meaning of "fans", which is the buzzword of our time and the meaning of admirers. I'm a big fan of yours.
I remember when I was very young, my mother taught me to recite many poems, but my favorite sentence was "two orioles singing green willows and a row of egrets flying into the sky" Under the guidance of my mother, I seem to see orioles swimming among the green willows, making clear calls from time to time, while rows of egrets fly neatly into the clear and vast sky? What a beautiful picture! From then on, I knew that ancient poetry can be as vivid and beautiful as painting, and I also firmly remembered your name-Du Fu.
When I was at school, I began to get in touch with more ancient poems. In class, teachers give vivid explanations, and after class, we recite them repeatedly. As a school specializing in poetry education, our school pays special attention to the education of ancient poetry. Under the influence of this atmosphere, my understanding of ancient poetry has deepened and I have gradually become addicted. I recite many ancient poems, and most of them can be recited like you! However, in the process of understanding, I am often confused: why some poems are romantic and some are cruel; Why are some poems happy and others sad? I'm confused. It was not until one day that the teacher was explaining ancient poems that I suddenly realized. He said, "The birth of every poem has its background, which is a reflection of the poet's true feelings in a specific environment. Fu, Li Bai, Lu You and Li Shangyin. These poets live in different times and have different ideals and pursuits. So their poems have different styles and connotations, but they are all great poets? " Therefore, I became interested in the background of these poems and tried to understand the authors and their times.
Of course, the first thing I began to understand was you. In a lot of introductory words, I learned: Who are you? (Introduction)
At this time, I understood all the emotions in your poems. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night's leisure, the imperial army's recovery of the ecstasy on both sides of the Yellow River, and the resentment of the three officials and three others? These are the social reality and your true feelings at that time. You are attacking the society with your pen, promoting righteousness and fighting the darkness in your way. You are worthy of the title of "poet saint"!
Mr. Du Fu, you are unfortunate because you live in such turbulent times, but you are also lucky. Your poems are admired by later generations. I hope you live in my time, so that there will be no more sadness and anger in your poems. You will use your pen to praise our beautiful new era and leave more beautiful poems for future generations.
I am here to convey
Salute!
Your fans
A Letter to Du Fu Dear 4
Poet Du Fu:
Hello!
You may not know that you are a famous poet of our time! The poems you left behind are all we primary school students must recite.
But you know, our technology is very developed now. At that time, you wrote with a brush, and we wrote with pens, pencils and ballpoint pens. You burn water, we use gas or natural gas; You fly kites for a spring outing, and we watch TV and play computer games. Your study is just reading, and we have to study with multimedia!
Now, we are all doing well. But I want to tell you that there are no ghosts in the world. At that time, you were superstitious. If it doesn't rain, you pray for rain. For us, we can make artificial rainfall. You ride horses and carriages, and we drive and ride bicycles. I also want to tell you that the earth is round and the sun is as close as people at any time. You and Li Bai are both called Du Li, but you are in the late Tang Dynasty and he is in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. There are many high-tech things in society now, so I won't talk about them one by one. I'll come to you when I invent the time shuttle!
Letter to Du Fu Dear 5
Dear Mr. Du Fu,
Hello!
I am a middle school student and your loyal reader, and your poems deeply attract me.
Today, I picked up a pen to write to you. I am really happy and excited. "When you are dissolute with Zhao, Qiu Ma is quite crazy." "Young people get old. When you drink it, you will see the extreme, and the vulgar things will be embarrassing. " This can be said to be what you looked like when you were young. At that time, you were a young man with high talent but a little conceited. During this period, you met Li Bai and spent a short but unforgettable time together. Later generations also called you "Da Du Li". "Du Li's poems are widely read", which can be passed down to this day, is also because the spirit in your poems is convincing. Between the ages of 45 and 48, you are catching up with the Anshi Rebellion. At that time, Tongguan fell, and after you settled down, you went to Suzong alone, but you were captured by Anshi rebels, taken to Chang 'an, and then escaped by luck. During this period, you left many famous articles. Such as Moonlit Night and Spring Hope. "I stroked my white hair. It has become so thin that it can no longer hold hairpins. "Love the mountains and rivers of the motherland, especially sensitive to the pain of national subjugation and extinction. You love this great river and mountain, and when it is scarred, your heart will hurt. Your patriotism can best be reflected in the poem "Spring Hope". "The mountains and rivers are there", and nothing was left in the Ming Dynasty; No one can say clearly that "everything is covered with grass and trees." Flowers and birds are usually recreational things, and when they change, they can't help crying. Mountains, rivers, plants and trees used to be my favorite. At this time, it is particularly shocking to disturb and hurt the spring. Your poems are full of love for your country. When your country is killed, your heart will be heavy, which is not difficult to see in your poems.
Between the ages of 48 and 58, you lived an evasive life and couldn't even eat well. Hunger and satiety make your body weaker and weaker. But you have left behind many masterpieces. Such as mountain climbing, Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night and so on. When you were 56 years old, because there was no hope of returning to the north and your livelihood was shrinking, you had to write a poem "Jianghan" to express your feelings at that time. Soon after, you left us forever. A brilliant superstar in the literary world has fallen. But your reputation has been passed down through the ages. We respectfully call you a "poet saint" and your poems are called "epics".
Although you are gone, your soul will always be with us, inspiring us and never giving up. The gloomy and frustrated style of your poetry attracts me; The political ambition of "obeying the monarch first, then making the customs pure" infected me; The cry of "Peace is everywhere, and the poor in the world are all happy" affects me. Let you inspire me invisibly.