For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is.
Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight.
When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? .
-Du Fu's Moonlit Night
In 200 AD, An Shi Rebellion broke out. The rebels broke into Chang 'an, and everyone who could escape escaped. Du Fu, who was despised as an official, unfortunately became a prisoner.
It is another Mid-Autumn Festival. It was supposed to be a full moon reunion, but Du Fu and his wife separated and could not be reunited. But, ah, even if I am far away from Qianshan, even if the night is deeper, I still know that some people are thinking about themselves, thinking about themselves and longing for themselves.
Chi Zijian said:
Love is two dust particles reunited in the world, which makes the family set off fireworks. Love is two floating clouds gathered in the horizon, covered with a colorful coat.
Between heaven and earth, there is such a person who shares joys and sorrows with you. Rivers can be crossed, and mountains and seas can be flat.
There are thousands of buildings in Ande,
All the poor people in the world are smiling.
The wind and rain are calm as a mountain.
Oh! When I suddenly saw this house,
I can freeze to death alone!
-Du Fu's Autumn Wind Breaking the Cottage
After the Anshi Rebellion, Du Fu came to Chengdu with his wife and children. With the help of relatives and friends, he built a small thatched cottage and settled down temporarily.
In autumn, a sudden wind lifted several layers of thatch in the hut. The continuous night rain, the open-air roof and the cold quilt kept Du Fu awake all night.
After dawn, I wrote a song "The hut was blown by the autumn wind" in one go.
It is the most bitter thing in the world that the house leaks and it rains all night, but he wrote a song; His roof is still leaking, but he is worried about people all over the world.
If people only consider their own happiness, then life is too narrow. What can they do for others and what can they leave for the world, so as not to waste this life.
In the long world of mortals, although we are small and ordinary as ants, our souls can be as beautiful as gods.