Whether it is a chant full of lofty ambitions, the pain of the destruction of the country and the family, or the sympathy for the people, everything is filled with your heavy breath and the sadness that is difficult to describe... Du Fu, I I want to tell you that there is always a touch of brilliance at the exit where time and soul intersect.
"The mountains and rivers of the country are broken, and the city is full of spring vegetation." The heavy heart dyes the vegetation in the city a deep color. The pain of the country's destruction makes your eyes no longer bright. You also said, " The flowers burst into tears when the time comes, and the birds are frightened when they see each other. "The fragmented country adds to the sadness... However, history cannot be changed, so why not sing the song "Thousands of sails pass by the sunken boat, and thousands of trees spring in front of the diseased trees." Where is the hope?
“The rich families are full of wine and meat, and the roads are frozen to death.” Your poems often reveal the dark reality of society. The rich and powerful families in the government are prosperous in singing and dancing, and the luxurious and sluggish life stings the suffering of even the common people. You, during the days when you lived in seclusion in your thatched cottage, you still sang, "You can live in tens of millions of mansions, and you can shelter all the poor people in the world with joy. It is enough for you to freeze to death in a broken house alone." Because you are a saint of poetry who suffers the sufferings of the common people. Ah, so you can't "pick chrysanthemums under the eastern fence and see the Nanshan Mountain leisurely"...
As a young man, you also sang the heroic ambition of "being able to stand at the top of the mountain and see all the small mountains at a glance". The ambition of climbing Mount Tai and minimizing the world... However, due to the turmoil of war, the displaced life, and the hunger, cold and suffering of the people in dire straits, just like this, your soaring ambitions were deeply buried, and you, who climbed high in your later years, could only hear The wind howls and the apes moan, but they can only sigh like "the boundless falling trees are rustling, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling in"...
Du Fu, with his melancholy poems, has created a sad poet for us. , you have experienced the rise and fall of the Tang Dynasty, and due to your temperament, you have never been able to ignite hope in troubled times. Du Fu, I want to say to you:
There is always a touch of brilliance at the exit where time and soul intersect.
Whether it is in the depths of night or on the edge of day; whether among flowers or in the wilderness, when you look up and face life, there will always be an exit, without deep sorrow or fragmentation. In this life, there is only a glimmer of bright hope, between the chaos of time and soul...