original text
Recalling that year, in order to find opportunities to make contributions, I went to Liangzhou, the border guard, alone. Where is the dream of closing the river, the dust darkens the old mink and fur.
The Hu people are still alive, the temples are frosty in autumn, and the affectionate tears are dry. Who could have predicted in this life that the original intention was to leave the enemy in Tianshan Mountain, but now he is destined to die of old age in Cangzhou!
Wan Li's Seeking for Resentment is a poem by Lu You, a writer in Song Dynasty. This word describes the most unforgettable period in the author's life. Through the comparison between the past and the present, it reflects a patriot's bumpy experience and unfortunate experience, and expresses the author's grief and indignation at his inability to serve the country.
At the beginning of the first book, I recalled the author's high spirits, and then wrote down his disappointment that his ambition could only be realized in his dreams. The following film expresses the sigh that the enemy has not been destroyed but the hero is dying. The style of the whole poem is desolate and tragic, the language is clear and fluent, the allusions are natural, and there is no trace or carving, such as sighing and complaining, which has a strong artistic appeal.
This word was written by Lu You in his later years. The following is the appreciation of this word by Mr. Shi, a senior educator, Australian Dean of Confucius Institute in New South Wales, Australia and doctoral supervisor of Australian National University.
The Southern Song Dynasty, which is poor, weak and increasingly embarrassed, is an era in which heroes are needed, but it is also an era of "excess" of heroes. Lu You took fighting against Jin Xingguo as his duty all his life, but he had no choice but to ask for help, and was repeatedly relegated. In his later years, he retired to Yin Shan, and his ambition was hard to realize. "
Strong men are lonely and idle, and famous flowers are scattered in the rain. "The autumn of history, the wind and rain of the times, the true colors of heroes and the difficulties of reality have all contributed to this tragic and melancholy' complaining'.
When writing this poem, the poet was nearly seventy years old, living in his hometown, not forgetting the worries of his home country, becoming a martyr in his twilight years, with great ambitions. This high political enthusiasm and never-failing patriotism form the lofty beauty of his poetic style.
However, ambition can't be realized and no one understands it. Although "people are as dead as iron" and have no choice but to "serve the country and die without a battlefield", this deep sense of oppression has formed a tragic mood in his poems. The lyrics are loyal and angry, full of sadness.