Therefore, I can't imagine how Du Fu carried everything with his weak body. Driving a boat and shuttling through the surging river, Du Fu's difficulty in going upstream can be imagined. Walking on the downhill slope of the Tang Dynasty, he was destined to bow his waist, lower his head, count the sufferings of ordinary people bit by bit, and then dip in the sorrow thicker than pen and ink, and tearfully write "The wine in Zhumen stinks, and the road has frozen bones". His mission determines that he can't live an easy life. "If you are poor, you will be immune." How many people use this sentence to comfort themselves, shake their heads, succumb to the dark social reality, and then only rush about for the prospects of individuals and families. However, Du Fu's heart is connected with thousands of working people in Qian Qian, so no matter how difficult it is, he will hold up a world with his shoulders to accommodate their sighs. So there was a cry from the shabby hut: A thousand buildings are peaceful, and all the poor people in the world are happy. There is also a poem that is both hateful and sad: don't dry your eyes, put away your tears. If you can see bones when your eyes are dry, the world will be heartless. The cry of "going straight into the sky" of Xianyang Bridge has also been deeply remembered by future generations. He is the real "spokesman" of the people, and shoulders a "history of poetry" belonging to the people with his own shoulders.
Turning to Du Fu's life, people can't help but think of this sentence: "A poet should beware of prosperity". He couldn't enter the official career, and it took him ten years to get a small position. An Shi Rebellion was exiled and captured. Until the end, he died of poverty and disease. When he was a child, he climbed up and down his jujube tree and spilled laughter all over the yard. Of course, he didn't expect that fate had arranged such a bumpy and unusual life path for him. He must have never thought that he would use this pair of shoulders to shoulder the misfortune of his life and the sorrow of the whole era.
And Du Fu actually held on. Although life has been "knocking on the rich door, dusk will follow the fat horse dust." Broken cups are cold and sorrowful everywhere, "but he never limited his eyes to personal gains and losses, sadness and joy. Just when he was about to die and held a farewell ceremony for himself, he was still worried about" the blood of the war is still there, and the sound of the military has been moved to this day. " He always focuses on the public, goes deep into the hearts of the people, and observes the sufferings of the people at the bottom. Then focus, brew, refine and sway. Du Fu is a great Confucian, but he is obviously superior to traditional Confucianism. Confucianism said: "Poverty is the only way to protect yourself, and success is the best way to help the world.". "However, Du Fu, regardless of poverty, wants to be good in the world. Confucianism advocates "not being in office, not seeking politics", and Du Fu demands politics whether he is in office or not. Narrative poems that shout for the times and sing for the people rarely express anger and crying directly. He always looks on coldly from an outsider's objective and calm perspective, and moves forward with heavier and richer resentment from a quiet narrative. I don't know how many people in the later generations are angry to tears. A poem by Nishikawa is perhaps the best portrayal of Du Fu: in a gloomy era, you are the only soul.
It is said that "men carry morality with iron shoulders", then Du Fu is the real great man through the ages. A pair of shoulders, seemingly weak, have propped up a literary and moral peak in the history of China, which makes people look on and admire from a distance.