I seem to see you walking towards the river bank step by step, with crystal tears in your eyes. That glance was not a worry about safety, not a nostalgia for life, but a thorough love for the homeland, a yearning for the motherland, a sigh for life, and a helplessness for politics. The wind messed up your long hair, and you were as white as a fairy. But you are not free and easy, holding the cold boulder, you finally stand on the turbulent Miluo River. At the end of this life, something about your distant past, like water vapor, emerges in front of my eyes.

I seem to hear you chanting: "I was taken to Du Heng by Shi Lan, and I lost my mind." . I know your favorite is vanilla, because you appreciate its noble character, detachment from the crowd, and tenacity from bending with the wind. And you are like a herb growing by the lake, swaying slowly in the wind, a dewdrop shining silently on the green grass. You have dedicated all your light and heat to your motherland. What you are after is not fame, nor profit, but peace in the world. That beautiful political blueprint can personally turn him into reality. This is the heart of a courtier, what a sincere and pure heart it is! I can even imagine your smug face, so let me remember you, but don't let me remember the bleak future: on your way to exile, you sent out "nine questions" to the sky, and don't let me remember your bloodshot eyes and the painful expression of wanting to rest. ...

"Drink Mulan in the morning and watch Qiuju in the evening." Your conduct is as noble as jade, and you will not be contaminated by all the dirty things in the world. I believe that with such high morality, you will inevitably yearn for a quiet and peaceful life. You may be willing to stand by and watch the lake with the white clouds and breeze and listen to the clear springs of the mountains and streams; You may yearn to walk with the small bridge and flowing water, live under the cross gate and walk towards the sound of quiet bamboo; You may prefer to wander with the clouds outside the sky, suffer humiliation and have no intention of staying or staying. However, when your political blueprint becomes a bubble, when you are in a precarious situation, when you no longer have a chance to get close to the splendid palace, when you are far away from the monarch who misses you day and night ... you have not made such a decision. It turns out that you are so persistent and firm. You don't want to see the country that is in harmony with your own blood destroyed in the war. You don't want to see the people you care about, the eyes that shed tears in the smoke.

Everything goes back to the Miluo River. That endless sadness, that infinite regret, that wonderful memory that you once had, all disappear with your leap. The Miluo River turns into a huge wave, and your white figure instantly melts into water. The rumbling sound of water played a heavy lament for you, and the gray sky witnessed a great soul and an unyielding figure, which followed the wheel of the times and stayed in the era of war forever. However, your name stands like a monument on the road of history.

Today, many people lament your decisive death: you are a pillar of talent, and Chu does not allow you. Is there no place for you in the world? Even if you want to be loyal to your country, Chu has perished, and your death is of no value, leaving only a regret in vain; Some people even say that you can't stand the blow, and your noble birth gives you a thin mind. It's just that exile consumes your courage and perseverance ... but I know they don't understand you. If they read what you once said, they will certainly understand: "Who can observe people with their own bodies and who is humble to things?" It's better to bury it in the stomach and ears of a river fish. How can we be white and warm? "You don't want to live. In your mind, a humble life is far less than a noble death. A defiled heart is far less than a pure heart. When you live in seclusion, you still have to breathe the turbid air, or you have to see the tragedy of family destruction and death, or you have to be tortured from the deepest part of your soul day and night. So death has become your only destination. I am afraid that only the endless autumn wind by the river can wipe away your tears, and only the endless river can soothe your tired heart. ...

Except for your wonderful chapter, people only see a loser. Although you are full of ambition, you are destroyed by cruel politics. Although there is enthusiasm for serving the country, it can't compete with the cold wave of reality. But who has a clear understanding of the pain of being hit again and again? Who can bear physical trauma again and again? Who can feel the pain of national subjugation under the condition of physical and mental exhaustion? You must have lost all hope ... I understand what you have done. You fought, you tried. However, personal strength is so small, noble orchids are submerged in dirty soil, and sober life is submerged in the torrent of ignorance. Instead of seeing your leap as a way to end your life, see it as a climb to get rid of it and pursue freedom! It's not that Chu can't tolerate you, but that time can't keep up with your hurried steps. You can only use this brave climb to pursue the American dream and the dream of peace and prosperity. ...

You created a delicate myth with your actions. If you can't read it, name it escape; The man who knows only shed deep tears, because he heard the sound of nature hitting his heart.

Everyone was drunk, and you were the only one who woke up. The world is dark, you are noble and alienated from evil. At that time, you won glory with the sun and the moon. I finally know that loneliness can be a great emotion; Death can be a beautiful leap. Since your return, the ink fragrance along the Miluo River has been in righteousness for thousands of years.

Qu Yuan forever.