However, the longer you stay in this place, the more sad the mood becomes when you see here, the Chu State that is so proud of the crowd, in fact, only has a few cities to support, most of them are weak after being exploited and looted by the noble officials, and when you see this scene, you find that the Chu State has already begun to decay and decay from the inside.

The border has been devastated by military rebellion, and the interior has been exploited by the powerful and chaotic. wants to abandon his homeland and go to another country to seek a chance of survival, but his relatives not only follow him, but also fear that they will be implicated in their hometown.

When you go to another country, you can't see anyone you know when you go out, but you can't lock the door of your room, and you can't keep out the way you can make a living.

On the way to escape, I saw the mourning of starving and freezing to death, and on the way, I could also see a hungry woman, holding a child and watching the few people secretly discarded in the grass, and then pretending to leave as if nothing had happened, and hurriedly fled, looking back and hearing the child's mournful wail, but only looking back, only looking back and turning away

I don't know where he will be buried, his relatives will not see each other from the ends of the world, how can the persecution of the world of great controversy be consummated? Looking around the four fields, the sad wind on the border suddenly rose and could only ride away, running all the way forward, without looking back.

Qu Yuan slowed down and returned to Yingdu in Ezhu, so that he could deeply understand the people's conditions and feel the suffering of the people.

It's just that he didn't expect that this time, his unintentional observation of the people's feelings became the biggest belief in supporting him to change the law.

The scenes seen along the way are rare and strange only for those who are in it. For Qu Yuan, there is no worst, only worse.

In the days that followed, he abandoned the mountain road he had taken from Yingdu, and instead decided to return to Yingdu on the way to the markets, villages, farmlands and other places where people gathered in various counties and counties, recording what he saw and heard as he went. Where he walked by, what he saw and heard made Qu Yuan even more resentful.

In an empty city, there are no bustling people in the streets and alleys, no travel teams, not to mention small stalls. The few shops on the street are ajar and don't seem to be opening their doors to welcome customers, but they still need to enter and exit occasionally.

The vegetable garden and fields were untended, overgrown with weeds, and a gust of wind blew through them, raising countless weeds, and every family was left empty in order to survive, and the young people were adrift, or conscripted, or taken away as strong men, and only the old people maintained the vitality of the thin fields and paid the heavy taxes.

Young people were taken away, conscripted into the army, and some went to other countries to seek development, and there was no news for four or five years, and the old ancestors could not wait for the return of young people and finally slept under the dust. One day many years later, I found a strange young man knocking on the door of the neighbor's house, because he lost the battle, unloaded his armor and returned to the field, but found that the family had already been empty, and he didn't know where his relatives were.

Walking in the alley, he was still the same as when he and his companions often came to play before he joined the army, but he couldn't calm down for a long time, and when he saw the neighbor's child returning, he pulled him to ask about the whereabouts of the child who was taken away with him, and the answer he got was that he had sacrificed his life for the country. The two families who were ruined could only join the group again and snuggle together for the rest of their lives.

The life of the four walls of the family will continue, thinking about the affection with the companion in his childhood, and he has been in the army together for so many years, and the companion's family only has a pair of old parents alive, thinking about taking care of them.

This young man who returned home decided that in the future, he would take care of the fields for the two old men and feed the two old men.

Early in the morning he went out with his tools, and at noon the old man brought lunch, and when the sun went down, he went home in soaked clothes. The story is not bad at this point.

So Qu Yuan left Ezhu and continued to move forward. When I walked out of the door, I saw nothing in the depression, only piles of white bones covering the suburbs.

A woman sat on the side of the road with a hungry look on her face, and gently placed her child among the fine grass.

The baby's cry tore the mother's liver and lungs, and the hungry woman couldn't help but look back, but finally shed tears and walked alone.

"I don't know where I died, how can our mother and son be saved?"

Without waiting for her to finish, he hurried away on his horse, unable to bear to hear these words again. Ascend the heights and continue south, almost reaching Yingdu.

Qu Yuan rested in the inn, and arrived in Yingdu in half a day tomorrow, Qu Yuan returned to the guest room early at night, asked the shopkeeper to borrow pen and ink, and began to record what he saw and heard on the way back to Yingdu from his hometown into poems.

The memoir poem "The Difficulties of the People":

The border is mostly chaotic, and the two countries are easy to fight.

The alleys are lonely, and the world is chaotic.

The countryside is barren and broken, and the artemisia grass is full of wild bushes.

The countryside is wide and lonely, although hundreds of houses are empty.

The survivors are lost, and the dead turn into mud.

Returning home because of defeat, he found his own way back.

Walking in the empty alleys for a long time, the sun and the moon are dark.

The sad scene of the depression, the anger of the remaining wild mice.

Look around the neighborhood and what is there, add three or two lonely widows.

The bird is tired and returns to the forest, and I also think about it anymore.

Quiet and not returning? Resident birds love old branches.

Temporarily stay here, willing to die of widowhood.

The news is gone, and it is gone for more than a few years.

Fight together and do not return, leaving the lonely and widowed.

I regret that my relatives are not there, and the family of the two families is gone.

Kiss without moving, and be free of charge for the rest of your life.

May you want to complement each other and send affection, can you let go?

Looking at the depression can gradually fade, which can be comforted for the rest of your life.

Fang Zhongchun sweated, ploughed the hoe and went down to the field.

Shimoda gets up early in the morning, and sweats at dusk.

At noon, he was still busy, and the two elders were carrying pot pulp.

The scorching sun scorched and the hoe was busy, and the heat was steaming and the heat was breathing.

With his back to the scorching sun, he was busy watering the fields day and night

Retreat silently and silently for a long time, and then move forward and look at the past.

The more difficult the old ambitions are, the more they are afraid of the middle way and abandoned.

In the end, the danger is alone, and I can't let go of it day and night.

Look at the slim road, where are like-minded people?

The road ahead and the road encountered, this lament is endless.

The woman was forced to suffer from hunger and cold, and she kept her child in a cage.

There is no one around, and the son is abandoned in the grass.

Crying and ignorance, this is gone and reviewed.

Weeping and raining, quickly leaving alone and weeping.

The woman is sad and does not care about where he will be lost.

I don't know if the mother and son are all gone, and I can't bear to hear about the follow-up.

rode the horse and did not hear it, and was shocked that the border chaos was unphased.

Crossing the border and often sad, so far and heard.

Hundreds of miles of people are gone, and the grass and trees are prosperous and wanton.

There is often no one to govern it, and the wind does not stop.

Looking at the city platform and Kyoto is far away, the situation is disparity and there is no feeling.

The powerful and noble are unharmed, and they know the suffering of the people?

The march sacrifices life and forgets to return, and don't leave your parents forever.

The children were captured and most of them were embarrassed, and the long song was used as a weeping company.

The world is looking for a happy land, why cling to this homeland.

These are all sages and warriors, sacrificing life and death to protect them.

In the end, the detention is a wise man, and it is difficult to think far and be ambitious.

——(Imitation of Qu Yuan's "Nine Chapters. Regret Recitation)

(Forgive me for quoting the sentence in Qu Yuan's "Lamentation" as the title in advance, "But the vast and distant road of Ying, the river and summer cannot be involved")