This poem stems from Du Fu’s years of hardship in Chang’an, likely composed around 752 CE. Having languished in the capital for nearly a decade, repeatedly failing the imperial examinations, his life had sunk into the dire straits he himself described: “At dawn, knocking at rich men’s gates; at dusk, trailing in the dust of sleek horses.” After personally experiencing the cold disdain of the powerful and the alienation of old acquaintances, he felt to the bone the fickleness of human relations. With a tone as fierce as fire, this poem pierces the hypocritical essence of social connections veiled by an age of prosperity, issuing a desperate cry for sincere friendship and a fierce denunciation of the era’s decadent morals.