Essay 10 in praise of Du Fu, praise for Du Fu

1. Sou Shi from your sentence "will be the top of the mountain, a glance at the mountains", I read your open-mindedness, open-mindedness, ambitions, I understand that standing on the top of the mountain is chic, the feeling of the mountains in the bottom of the eye is happy. So from then on, I had the ambition of Lingyun, so in my own heart, there was a kind of boldness full of confidence.

2. When the sentence "Sorrow ends in the south, the hole cannot be broken", appeared in my eyes again and again, I seemed to have a person in front of my eyes, dressed in clothes woven with resentment, covering your face with sorrow, your steps were heavy, your demeanor was full of depression, your every expression was full of helplessness and dissatisfaction with the world, what made you sad was not your own embarrassment, but the difficulty of the people's life; It is not your own three meals a day that worries you, but the danger of the whole country, so in my mind, the words "selfless" and "great" have quietly followed you. I feel sorry for your talent but you can't be reused, and I sigh because your ambition can't be used; If God created a brilliant you, why did He let you die in sorrow and helplessness? Since you came into the world with an extraordinary temperament, why did you pass away in a hurry just because of poverty?

Great sorrow! >3. His whole life was exiled, exiled by life, and chased by suffering. He didn't even grasp the last ray of the Tang Dynasty, and he was blown to the riverbank by the chaotic autumn wind. The emperor and Miyagi had gone away when they turned sideways.

Ten years of guest residence, along with the late-blooming peonies, were diluted by years of rain. to be of the people'Blood and tears finally melted into the flames of war, and only stumbling steps were left between heaven and earth, tossing and turning in the broken mountains and rivers. Tossing and turning in hunger and sickness, unfolding in the devastation and sorrow of the journey.

The rooftops of a foreign land were sprinkled with moonlight and dew, and the dew was white from tonight, and the white hair was connected with the autumn grass. And the autumn grass, the autumn grass shrinks into a person's emaciation.

Only the grass hall is waiting for him in Shu, the only habitat in this world, and it will usher in the lonely soul of a wanderer in fate. He is no longer a poet, he is just a husband, a father, and in the helpless tears of his wife, he bears the great sorrow of the new death of his child.

4. When I read your "Spring Night Rain", I found that there is still joy and joy in your life, yes, you love life, love every bit of nature, but the dark social world has destroyed your calm heart, the world does not allow you to have happiness, the war does not agree with you to live freely, everything cuts off the rope between you and happiness, and it is even more sad.

Praise Du Fu's poems If you don't repay the kindness, how can you go on to heal the world.

The pen fell into a storm, and the poem became a crying ghost.

The thatched cottage will be left for future generations, and the poems will be written for thousands of years.

The unique Ministry of Rolling Matter is called the United States, and the poets of the day have no impersonation.

Du Fenglu Mountain's difficulty, exile from Longshu, Bi Chen in poetry, push to see the hidden, and leave nothing behind.

Later generations but as a poet to see, so that I can soothe a few empty consultations.

Li Du's article is in, and the light flame is long.

Spread out all the time, compare the rhyme, big or a thousand words, hundreds of times.

The article is a matter of self-righteousness, and the loyalty and righteousness are awe-inspiring and the knowledge is incredible.

The Central Plains did not receive a peace report, and the drunken eyebrows were full of sorrow.

Even if it is thirty cars, not a word can be donated.