The king of Chu couldn't see clearly your faithfulness and honesty, so he kicked you out of Yingdu. The world can't see through your lofty, laugh at you like dirt. The fisherman doesn't understand your lifestyle, but you raise a little smile at the corner of your mouth: the whole world is muddy, and I am the only one. Ignore those unprovoked slanders and slanders and just go your own way. Even if you are exiled to the barren border, the rolling dust will not stain your clothes, and the roar of the north wind will not touch your heartstrings.
The exclusion of treacherous court officials can no longer obliterate your sharpness, splash ink on your ups and downs, and ask the boundless sky with a pen. A poem "Li Sao" is romantic in style, attacking a group of hooligans and despising the affairs of the country and Japan; An article "Tian Wen", with extraordinary knowledge, has been developed into a "masterpiece that lasts forever"; You regard wind, rain, snow, electricity, clouds and the moon as your attendants, and you are fearless at the top of your life; You let the phoenix spread its wings, you let the dragon fly, and you can swim against the wind for thousands of years. The intrigue between the ruling and opposition parties can't stop your deep talent from giving orders in this lightning and thunder day; The amazing work you left behind, how can time bury the childlike feelings that stumbled out in the huge waves?
However, when you learned the bad news of Du Ying's capture, you went to the river in despair, and your faith went down with the broken home. Holding a bronze sword, there is no sorrow in my heart. Obviously it is the pain of losing your country, but the wind blows dry your tearful eyes; The biting cold of the river drove away the remaining timidity in my heart and resolutely wrote down my lifelong belief.
Did you get a look at him? Your innocent act of righteousness stirred the river, and people along the coast raised dragon boat sails, wrapped millet in leaves and sacrificed your soul at the bottom of the river. Did you get a look at him? Your tenacious personality has aroused the desire of many literati, and the Songs of the South that you inadvertently created is regarded as a "masterpiece" by later generations. The upstream of the blue ink is the Miluo River. Is Dongting Lake a sacred place for poets because of your talent?