Through the glitz of the world, through desolation and helplessness, across the vicissitudes of life, came to the endless Miluo River.

"If you take a long breath to hide your tears, you will mourn the hardships of people's lives!" I looked back curiously and saw a tall but weak-looking old man with a glass of wine in his hand. The wine in the cup reflects lonely expressions and tears.

Yesterday can't stay, and the background of a dynasty passed away in your hazy drunkenness. A comma slowly shrinks to a full stop, but we have a name that has been passed down through the ages-Qu Yuan!

I couldn't help wondering. I went straight to him and looked at his face: "You have been exiled to Hanbei by the fatuous Chu Huaiwang. Do you expect to serve your country again?" You'd better live in seclusion! "He smiled, three points happy and seven points bitter:" Do you think that I am not a leftist now, and I can't realize my value if my status is not high? "Can't serve the motherland? You are wrong, no matter where I am, whether I am a leftist or a common people, my heart will never change! "

I quickly ran to the extremely rampant crowd after gaining power, and saw the figure of Shangguan doctor Jin Shang, and surrounded Chu Huaiwang like a ghost. He is like a bulldog, shaking his head and tail in front of the king of Chu. ...

You see, how high the status of Shanxi merchants is! The "value" of nature is immeasurable! Unlike Qu Yuan, you can only wait silently in your heart, waiting for the gorgeous peach blossoms to bloom again. ...

"You said I didn't realize the value? It depends on the' position'. " I don't know when Qu Yuan stood by my side.

I excitedly said the following paragraph:

You misunderstood, and I admire you immensely.

You have been demoted, but your poem Li Sao is immortal, inspiring generation after generation; You blinked, but your heart has been worried about the country, the people and the survival of the country.

You didn't realize your value politically, but in literature, you left a peak, a literary peak saturated with personality charm.

Your poems are the Mount Everest in literature, and your spirit is the long river of Wan Li in the history of literature. Time flies, but I can't take away the "Li Sao" you left behind. It is timeless and unbeaten after hundreds of generations, nourishing generations of future generations.

You, in the political position, have not realized the value; In the position of literature, you are very valuable and will remain immortal.

I woke up from my dream and my pillow was wet. ("One cavity feeling national conditions, two lines of bitter tears")