I've always heard that Dongting Lake,
Now I finally climbed the tower.
My east is Wu, and my south is Chu.
I can see the endless floating of heaven and earth.
But my relatives and friends didn't give me news,
I am old and sick, and I am alone with my boat.
There are wars and mountains to the north of this wall.
How can I not cry by the railing? .
Du Fu wrote this poem to him.
After the comfortable life in Huanhuatang,
He had to start wandering again after the death of his old friend who took him in.
Although depressed, he still cares about national affairs.
Thinking of his hometown and motherland, he left tears.
That year, that man, that famous building
This situation, this scene, this heart
Even if he comes again and again.
Look back at the other side.