As we all know, the coming of war forces you to wander from place to place, taking home as your home and running around. "Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers persist, green trees and grass come in spring" and "I touch my white hair. Trapped in Chang 'an, it became too thin, and it could no longer hold hairpins. Mental state; After escaping from Chang 'an, he rushed to the time when he was walking, "living today's work, temporarily being a man of the underworld", "fearing the old and being thin, being a thief who works hard for himself"; On the trip, I cried with joy, sobbing, and my tears touched the towel. I have mixed feelings about all this. This prosperous time of the Tang Dynasty is teetering in the turmoil, and people are sleeping soundly, but they haven't realized that they have fallen into the "ten thousand sorrows, ten years of grain and grass army." In a nightmare. The world is cloudy, but I woke up. Knowing that Tongguan was lost, you sighed bitterly: "Alas, the Taolin War turned millions into fish. Please tell the border guards not to learn from Shu Ge. " In the face of the other side's two defeats, he wrote bitterly: "There was no fighting in the wild, and 40 thousand rebels died on the same day." "The snow and ice fields in the mountains are bleak, and green is white bones. I can't even afford to attach a book, so don't be hasty next year. " Faced with the smoke of the country, there is nothing you can do. In tears, this sad flower is in bud under the irrigation of blood and endless sorrow.
What I didn't expect was that when you heard that the rebellion was over, "On a green spring day, sing my songs loudly, drink my wine and take me home." I was ecstatic. It seems that at that moment, I rediscovered that "Qingjiang is a village stream, and everything in the village under the Yangtze River is quiet." Clear and beautiful, eclectic.
Until the old age, under the bitter situation of "there is no dry place at the head of the bed and the feet of rain are endless", what you think is "there are thousands of spacious buildings, and the poor people in the world are smiling, like a mountain, alas! When I suddenly saw the house in front of me, it was enough for me to die alone. " Even if the imperial court treats you coldly, no matter how bleak your situation is, you still serve the country and the people wholeheartedly. It is not easy to worry about the country and the people, but poverty will not change.
You witnessed the downfall of the prosperous Tang Dynasty. In this prosperous time that has been obliterated by war, you write down these messy things one by one and quietly construct them in your memory. That little bit of ink, every word of tears, every word of the heart.
Youth is over, and some people are old before they are young. Young people are excited, middle-aged people are depressed, and old people are indifferent. This is Du Fu, the irreplaceable Du Fu. In your poems written under the old brush strokes, the patriotic feelings of not fade away and the feelings of worrying about the country and the people are getting stronger and stronger. It's just that the romance and charm of youth have long been lost between the lines, full of frankness and simplicity. Your whole life is like an unexplored bud, constantly accumulating strength and revealing fragrance at the moment of blooming.
You see, this mountain can't stay still forever, and this prosperous time is rare for a long time. Only you, your poems, at the end of this prosperous time, have created another prosperous time that belongs only to you and bloomed the most dazzling light.