When you jump into the Miluo River, I think your mood must be as calm as water. The Miluo River, which flows quietly, took you in silently, and you felt the warmth of the river and felt like being melted.

In the first days of exile, you were like an abandoned orphan, dressed in rags, wandering aimlessly along the desolate Ze River. Mountains are fierce, and water is sinister. You feel that the whole sky is on you, and the anger in your chest is on the verge. You lost all your honor and glory, you roared in the open wilderness, and the mountains and waters in the distance echoed your voice like trapped animals. "Many women are jealous of Yu's beauty. They say Yu is good at prostitution." What could be more vicious for an upright and innocent mind? The worries of the country and the nation are multiple. Why does everyone sleep, but you wake up alone, Dr. San Lv! Now I am exiled, homeless and wandering around the world. ...

However, can thoughts be exiled? Can the mind be exiled?

At that moment, you went to Miluo River.

Death, there is no more desperate rejection, and there is no more thorough defense.

I guess you must have sniffed at the moment when you were ready to say goodbye to the world.

At that moment more than 2000 years ago, the world suddenly became surprisingly quiet. No birds sing, no insects sing, not even a breath of wind. You step on the fragrance of wild flowers and weeds in early summer and walk towards a solemn moment, an eternal moment.

When you are sad and desperate, you will always recall some trivial memories of your childhood, the days with your mother, or more about the woman you love? That kind of secular warmth and intoxication will never be forgotten.

However, you never thought that you would enjoy such a high honor behind you.

The Chinese nation is really a wonderful nation. It is undoubtedly an extremely intelligent nation that can associate the suicide of a poet more than two thousand years ago with a kind of eating and drinking. It is said that there are many kinds of food and it is beautiful. However, whenever Duanyang, in the fragrance of Zongzi, when your name and the laurel of patriotic poets are shown off by compatriots, I clearly see the tears in your eyes. I really can't say that sour taste. ...

At that time, you were silent, with a long sword pinned to your waist, wandering by the Xiangjiang River where Whelan gathered. Silence is always the most complete contempt. Your silence travels through time and space. In this quiet night, I finally understood your silence at the age of forty. I clearly saw you wiping your tears and smiling as before. In those lonely days, you must often lie in the grass, staring at the ancient blue sky and white clouds, chatting with birds, playing with insects and talking with all the life in nature. What a wonderful state this is. The transparency of the mind makes everything echo, aura and charm. This is poetry-the most primitive art.

You feel melted by the river, and you have become a part of it. In this way, Qu Yuan, your name, indicates the beginning of a breakthrough and defense. Since then, this spiritual stream has been flowing, from Miluo River to Taiping Lake, after a long time, until today. In this way, your torch-like eyes stared at the Millennium, and many beggars' dirty souls trembled under your strong light, which gradually became a stain on history and despised by future generations.

Zongguo has long since vanished, and the floating name in the world will eventually drift away with the wind. But the memory and commemoration of the soul will never die. Fragments of your thoughts have already spread all over every affectionate and noble heart.