Collection of Huaxia: the beginning of the inventory of the top ten ancient figures

in the screen.

Du Fu looked at Confucius, and Confucius stretched out his hand to support Du Fu, and there was pity in his eyes.

He was born in troubled times, and seeing those people displaced, his heart ached.

However, the life in front of him is in a prosperous age, but he has experienced the time from prosperity to decline. Although he can't empathize with this kind of pain, he knows that this kind of pain is unbearable.

"I am Confucius." Confucius said.

As soon as he finished speaking, tears fell from Du Fu's eyes.

"God is sorry to see you, in this life, you can see your master!" Du Fu broke down in tears.

He was like a lost child who met his elders.

His heart was full of sourness, he had too many things he wanted to say to his master.

Du Fu looked up at Confucius with tears streaming down his face.

"Master, when I was young, I was familiar with Confucian classics. I would like to devote my life to self-cultivation, governing the country and bringing peace to the world."

"I would like to do my best for the people!"

"I would like to do my best for the prosperity of the country!"

"but."

Du Fu looked at Confucius and burst into tears.

"I just saw newlyweds get separated."

"I've seen an eighty-year-old man join the army!"

"I've seen poor people have no shelter from the wind and rain!"

"Fu is really heartbroken."

"Fu's heart aches!!!"

Du Fu shouted, his expression extremely painful.

After seeing the decline of the dynasty, he became extremely restrained, unhappy and less than people said, but his writing became more and more bleak and sharp.

But when he saw his master today, he couldn't bear it any longer, wishing to pour out all the pain in his heart.

Confucius squatted in front of him. Seeing such a person, he also had tears in his eyes.

He reached out and wiped away Du Fu's tears.

"Do you regret it?"

Born in such an era and witnessing such a sad reality, do you regret it?
Du Fu looked up at Confucius, the light in his eyes flickered on and off, and finally stopped.

He wipes away tears.

"Although he died nine times, he still has no regrets!"

The audience in front of the screen had long been weeping.

"Even though they died nine times, they still have no regrets. The saints in the world always have one thing in common. Even in the face of the most painful reality, they still have a firm heart. They don't regret what they did or what they faced!"

"Du Fu is great! He represented that declining era. He didn't use poetry to hide from himself. He chose to face such a cruel reality and face this tragic era! No, I'm going to cry!"

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow

"It's too difficult. Everyone bears the burden of the times, especially when it comes to Du Fu. But even though he is in pain, he is still so firm. I have never seen such a person in my life!"

In the Huaxia Cultural Research Institute.

Everyone was crying silently, but Guan Hongshen looked at Du Fu on the screen and smiled.

But that smile was full of sourness.

"Sorrow is the same as Yu Xin, but the description is different from Chen Lin."

"Du Fu's whole life has been ups and downs. His pain is not personal pain, but the pain of the country's era. This kind of pain, he recorded it bit by bit. This is the means he used to fight back against this era."

"He didn't regret it, and even rejoiced that he was the one who saw the sorrow of this era, so he wrote it down."

Guan Hongshen said, and Chen Jitong beside him wiped away his tears.

"Old Guan, does he really not regret it, or even feel lucky?"

Guan Hong nodded deeply.

Before he could speak, he saw Du Fu standing up slowly on the screen.

He looked at Confucius squarely.

"Fu never regretted it."

"Although I can't do something for the common people, I can at least do something for future generations."

"Perhaps, someone will read Fu's poems."

"That is the portrayal of Fu's life, and the portrayal of his heart."

Du Fu patted his chest, his eyes were slightly moist.

"I just want to tell the world the true face of this era, and tell the world the cruelty of troubled times."

"Knowing cruelty, maybe you can understand the preciousness of peace."

Du Fu looked at Confucius, then cupped his hands and bowed deeply as a student salute,

"Confucians love the world and save the world."

"Fu, I wish to do it all my life!"

Confucius was moved, he stretched out his hand to support Du Fu, and said tremblingly: "Okay, okay!"

Du Fu looked at Confucius, then took a step back.

"Master, it is a blessing to meet you today, but I have other things to do."

Du Fu saluted again, then turned around and walked away slowly on the muddy river bank.

Confucius and Lin Yi turned to look at Du Fu's back.

There was emotion in Lin Yi's eyes.

"Du Fu worried about the country and the people all his life, wandering around, and finally died on the way home."

Confucius sighed, "This is a man of virtue."

"His deeds are beyond the reach of many people."

"The gentleman is the best."

Lin Yi nodded, and then led Confucius slowly ashore.

"Master, do you still want to see it?"

Confucius looked at the long river bank and nodded.

Lin Yi led Confucius forward slowly, and the scene on the river bank changed accordingly.

On the bank of the river, the spring breeze blows, and the new grass is green.

A general stands on a horse, looking into the distance with grief in his eyes.

"This is a general in the dynasty after Du Fu, and also a poet, Xin Qiji."

"He fought all his life and wanted to go north many times, but because the king didn't trust him, he finally died in depression."

Confucius looked at Xin Qiji.

On the bank of the river, Xin Qiji dismounted from his horse. He took off his armor bit by bit. When only his shirt was left, he packed up his armor and threw it into the river.

"The banner of the strong year embraces ten thousand husbands, and the golden scorpion suddenly rides across the river at the beginning of the river. Yan soldiers night with silver beards, and Han arrows fly toward the golden servants."

"Chasing the past, sighing at me today, the spring breeze does not stain the white mustache. But I put Wanzi to Ping Rong Ce in exchange for the master's tree planting book."

Xin Qiji let out a long sigh, and then laughed out loud.

"Northern land is not accepted, it is a corner of peace. I have spent half my life as a soldier, and today I have ended up like this!"

Xin Qiji's laughter gradually stopped, he looked up at the river, and suddenly strode forward.

He walked directly into the river and fished up the armor again.

Confucius watched Xin Qiji's every move, then shook his head.

"Idiot."

Confucius took two steps forward, Xin Qiji spotted the person coming, saw Lin Yi and Confucius, put on the drenched armor quite frankly.

"Throw it away, why?" Confucius asked.

Xin Qiji looked at the shabby old man in front of him, but he looked very energetic and wise. He sighed, thought for a while, and said, "Old man, Beidi will come back."

After he finished speaking, he got on his horse, cupped his hands towards the two of them, and then rode away.

Confucius stood by the river bank, looked at Xin Qiji's back, and shook his head slightly.

Ji Dong walked up to Confucius.

"Master, why are you shaking your head?"

Confucius looked at the river next to him.

"He firmly believed in his heart that the lost land would be regained."

"Throw away the armor, it is disheartened."

"Pick it up, there is still hope."

"Such a person is a gentleman, and even an idiot."

Confucius looked at Ji Dong and suddenly chuckled.

"Actually, Qiu is the same as them all."

"Wait, I'm all idiots!"