Poems Cut for Thousands of Years

A lonely boat on the Xiangjiang River, a rural bookstore. Thousands of years apart, the two Du Fus took poetry as their bones and scissors as their souls. Thousands of years ago, he used his pen as his blade, poetry as his history, and spoke for the people in troubled times; Thousands of years later, he used scissors as a bridge and art as a lamp, establishing roots for his hometown in peace. Two worlds work together to guard the gleam of Chinese culture. Poems last for thousands of years, but loyalty is immortal.