Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested.
Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.
In the book:
But before he conquered, he died, and since then the heroes have been crying on their coats!
In the process of climbing the mountain:
The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably.
Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness.
In "The Hut is Blown by Autumn Wind":
Can I get a building covering 10 thousand miles,
I want all scholars to live in poor people's homes and make them smile.
In the storm, these buildings will be as high as mountains.
Oh! When did you suddenly see this house?
I have enough rest time just because I was frozen to death by the house.
In the "military vehicle shop":
Chetuo and Ma Xiaoxiao, each of you has a bow and quiver around your waist.
My parents and wife will say goodbye to each other until the dust buries the bridge outside Chang 'an.
They shouted as they ran, pulling your sleeve, and their sad voices floated into the sky.
In "Meet Li Guinian by the River":
It's a beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and I meet you when the flowers fall.
In Wen Recovering Henan and Hebei:
On a green spring day, I began to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine.
Come back from this mountain, pass another mountain, go up from the south and then go north-to my own town! .
2. Du Fu's poems about the country and the people are yearning for spring.
Du Fu
Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested. Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.
The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold. Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.
Jiukuai Qianjin jam
Du Fu
Go to my hometown, go to Jiaohe.
The government has a deadline, and the desperate baby is in trouble.
Your soil is already very rich, and there is still much to be explored.
Abandon the kindness of parents, submit to humiliation and do your duty.
I have been away from home for a long time, and I am not bullied by my disciples.
Whether it is broken or not, people are dying all the time.
Take off the reins and the hair in your hand.
Down from Wan Ren Mountain, I bent down to try on the flag.
Sharpen the knife and whimper the water, and the red blade of the water hurts the hand.
I want to be heartbroken, and I have been in a mess for a long time.
There is nothing to be angry about when my husband promises to the country.
Fame and fortune, fighting bones will soon rot.
Sending an apprentice is long and far.
Life and death move forward, effortless and not angry.
When you meet an acquaintance, you will attach a book to your six relatives.
Alas, the two will never be the same again.
Take me all the way to the three armies.
In the army, the Lord would rather hear all the joys and sorrows.
I saw Hu riding across the river, and suddenly more than 100 people were in groups of three or five.
I started as a slave. When did I make meritorious service?
The bow should be the hardest, and the archer should shoot the longest.
Shooters should shoot horses, and leaders should catch their leaders.
There is a limit to killing people, and all countries have national boundaries.
As long as we can stop the enemy's invasion, is it possible to fight and kill more people?
Driving horses in the rain and snow, the army entered the mountains.
The path is dangerously holding cold stones, which means falling into the ice.
I went to John. When will a city be built?
At dusk, the clouds swim south, unattainable.
If you are alone with me, you will get dizzy.
Men's swords are four or five strokes, and the other army is coming to me.
The name of Lu belongs to the king, and the Yuanmen is awarded by the neck.
What's the point of winning by diving into the ranks?
I have been in the army for more than ten years, and I can work without grievances.
Everyone is expensive and wants to be ashamed of being the same.
The battle for the Central Plains lies in virtue and honor.
A husband has four ambitions, but he can resign from poverty.
The autumn wind broke the hut.
Du Fu
In August and autumn, the wind roared and rolled up my three hairs.
Mao Fei crossed the river and sprinkled it on the periphery of the river. The highest one hung with a long forest top.
The next person floats to Shentang 'ao. The children in Nancun bullied me,
I couldn't bear to be a thief across the street, but openly carried Mao into the bamboo forest.
My lips are burnt, my mouth is dry, and I can't breathe. When I came back, I sighed at my staff.
In an instant, the wind will set the color of the clouds and ink, and the autumn will be bleak and dark.
This cloth has been as cold as iron for many years, and Joule has been lying down and cracking.
There is no dry place in the bedside table, and the feet are numb with rain.
How can you get wet all night since you are in a mess and don't get enough sleep!
There are thousands of luxury houses in Ande, which greatly protect the poor in the world and make them happy.
The wind and rain are calm as a mountain. Oh!
When I suddenly see this house in front of me, I will freeze to death alone!
Du fu's book fragrance
Where is the temple of the famous prime minister,
In a pine forest near the Silk City.
The green grass in spring dyed the steps red,
Birds are chirping happily under the leaves.
The third summons asked him to deal with state affairs,
He gave his heart to two generations.
But before he conquered, he was dead,
Since then, heroes have been crying on their coats.
Du Fu's Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night
A vagrant heard the drums heralding the battle,
The first call of a wild goose on the border in autumn.
He knew that the dew tonight would be frost,
How bright the moonlight is at home! .
Oh, my brothers, lost and scattered,
What does life without you mean to me? .
But if something goes wrong with peacetime letters,
What can I expect during the war? .
Du Fu's "Climbing Yueyang Tower"
I heard that Dongting Lake is magnificent before, but today's wish has finally reached Yueyang Tower.
The vast lake tore Wu Chu apart, as if the sun, moon and stars were floating in the water.
There is no news from my friends or relatives. I am old and sick, drifting in a boat.
The battle of the north gate began again, and I cried through the railing.
Wild hope du fu
Xishan is covered with snow all year round, and the three cities are heavily stationed; Nanjiao Bridge spans the majestic Jinjiang River.
After years of war in China, several brothers have been unable to hear from each other; It's a long way from each other, and I'm the only one, right?
Instead, they will hand over the bodies of Gemini in the light of late autumn; So far, not a drop of merit has repaid the wise Huang Sheng.
I travel by horse alone, and my horizons are often wide. The world economy is in recession, which is unimaginable.
Denglou
Du Fu
Flowers are close to tall buildings and far away from my hometown. I am very sad. There are disasters everywhere in this country, so I climbed up to see them.
The spring scenery of Jinjiang flooded in, and the clouds on the mountain, ancient, varied and changeable.
The imperial court, like the North Star, will not change in the end, and the Western Hills of Kohl will not invade Tibet.
However, in the twilight, I felt sorry for the sorrow of a long-lost emperor. I sang the songs that his prime minister sang when he was not unfamiliar on the mountain.
Gordon Dufu
In the wild wind in the vast sky, the ape is sobbing,
Birds fly over the clear lake and white sand beach and fly home.
Leaves fall like a waterfall,
When I watch the long river roll forward.
I came from three thousand miles away. Sadness is accompanied by autumn,
With my hundred years of sorrow, I climbed this height alone.
Bad luck has frosted my temples,
Heartache and fatigue are a thick layer of dust in my wine.
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3. Du Fu's poem 1 is about worrying about the country and the people. Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers remain forever and spring grass is green.
Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.
Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin. 2. The cabin was broken by the autumn wind. In August and autumn, the wind roared and rolled up my triple grass.
Hair flew over the river and sprinkled on the periphery of the river. The highest one hangs a long forest tip, and the lower one floats to Shentang 'ao. The children in Nancun bully me, and I can't stand being a thief in the opposite direction and openly carrying Mao into the bamboo forest.
My lips are burnt, my mouth is dry, and I can't breathe. When I came back, I sighed at my staff. In an instant, the wind will set the color of the clouds and ink, and the autumn will be bleak and dark.
This cloth has been as cold as iron for many years, and Joule has been lying down and cracking. There is no dry place in the bedside table, and the feet are numb with rain.
How can you get wet all night since you are in a mess and don't get enough sleep! There are tens of millions of buildings in Ande, which greatly protect all the smiles of the poor in the world, and the wind and rain are as quiet as mountains. Oh! When I suddenly see this house in front of me, I will freeze to death alone! 3. The place where Shuxiang is located is the famous temple of the Prime Minister, in a deep pine forest near the Silk City.
The steps are dotted with green grass in spring, and birds are chirping happily under the leaves. The third call aggravated his state affairs, and he gave his sincerity to two generations.
But before he conquered, he died, and since then the heroes have been crying on their coats. 4. A vagrant heard the drums that predicted the battle, and remembered my brothers in the moonlight night. The first call of autumn came from a wild goose on the border.
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.
Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop. 5. Xiyue Sanzhai is white, and the South Lake water shines on the long bridge.
After years of war in China, several brothers have been unable to hear from each other; It's a long way from each other, and I'm the only one, right? Instead, they will hand over the bodies of Gemini in the light of late autumn; So far, not a drop of merit has repaid the wise Huang Sheng.
I travel by horse alone, and my horizons are often wide. The world economy is in recession, which is unimaginable.
4. Du Fu's poems about worrying about the country and the people: Looking forward to Du Fu's spring: Although a country is divided and mountains and rivers last forever, trees and grass are green again in spring, and their petals have shed tears. Lonely birds sing their sorrows. After three months of war, the message of a family is a ton of gold. I touch my white hair. It has become so thin that it can no longer hold hairpins. Du Fu sent nine poems to his hometown and went to Jiaohe for a long time. The government has a long way to go and desperate babies are in trouble. You have abundant land, and you have opened more borders. You abandoned your parents' kindness and swallowed your own voice. The day of going out is still far away. Don't be bullied by disciples. If the flesh and blood are broken, that person will always die. Take off the horse's head and pick up the hair in his hand. Come down from Wan Ren Mountain and bend down to try on the flag. If you sharpen your knife, you will not miss the woodcutter, and water will hurt your hands. If you want to break your heart gently, your brain will be in a mess for a long time. There is nothing to be angry about when my husband promises to the country. Fame and fortune. I won't suffer the same again. Come all the way to lead our three armies. Generals are more willing to hear about the different pains and joys in the army. When I saw Hu riding across the river, I suddenly had hundreds of people. When I started as a slave, I made contributions. I use my bow as my strength and my arrow as my length. I shoot the horse first, catch the thief first, and catch the king first. Killing is limited, and these countries have their own borders. If I can control the invasion of the mausoleum, how can I kill more people? When will this city be built? At dusk, the clouds swim south, unattainable. If you fight against my base alone, you will feel dizzy in the dust. When the male sword moves four or five times, his army will come to me. If you win the title of king, you will be awarded Yuanmen. If you plunge into the team, you can do whatever you want. After joining the army for more than ten years, you can be free. Everyone will be ashamed of the same words. There is a dispute in the central plains, and the situation is in Germany and Rong. There are three kinds of hair in my house. Hair flew over the river and sprinkled on the periphery of the river. The highest one hangs a long forest tip, and the lower one floats and sinks into the pond depression. The children in Nancun bullied me, but they also had the heart to confront me as thieves and openly carried Mao into the bamboo forest. When they came back, they sighed on their sticks. In an instant, the wind will set the color of clouds and ink, and the autumn color will be dark. This cloth has been as cold as iron for years. There are tens of millions of buildings in Ande, which greatly protect the poor in the world, and the wind and rain are like calm mountains. Alas! When I suddenly see this house in front of me, I will freeze to death alone! Du Fu's book, which is the temple of the famous Prime Minister, is in a deep pine forest near the Silk City. The green grass in spring is stained with the steps, and birds are singing happily under the leaves. The third call connected him with state affairs. He gave his heart to two generations, but before he conquered, he died, and the heroes kept crying on their coats. On a moonlit night, I remember my younger brother Du Fu's drum breaking pedestrians, and a wild goose is singing in autumn. Starting tonight, the hometown will be bright. My brothers are separated, and I'm dead or alive. I can't deliver books for a long time. What can I expect during the war? Du Fu's "Climbing Yueyang Tower" I have heard about Dongting Lake for a long time, and now I have finally climbed this building. There is Wu in the east and Chu in the south, and I can see the world drifting endlessly. There is no news from my relatives and friends. I am old, sick and lonely, and there are mountains in the north, relying on crying. Looking forward to Du Fu's three cities of Xishan Snow, and waters in this southern lake flash on a long bridge. Brothers in the sea are separated and tears flow far away. However, they will serve the sick in the twilight, and there will be no tears to answer the sacred pilgrimage. They will be extremely eye-catching when crossing the countryside. Day after day, the chaos of the world, Du Fu, flowers, as high as my window, hurts the heart of a wanderer, because I see that from this commanding height, sadness is everywhere, a silky river, bright spring, floating between the earth and heaven, like a cloud of jade peaks, between ancient times and the present. The Arctic court has never changed. Robbers dare not venture from the Western Hills. But at dusk, I feel sorry for the sorrow of an emperor who has long disappeared. I sang the song that his prime minister sang when he was still in the mountains. Du Fu climbed the stairs, the apes cried and moaned, and Bai Niao flew back. There is no end to the rustling of trees and the rolling of the Yangtze River. Wanli is a frequent visitor to sad autumn. He has been on stage alone for more than one hundred years. He is bitter, bitter, frosty and sideburns, and he no longer raises his glass. _ _ _ _
5. The poem describes Du Fu's concern for the country and the people, and his talent is rare:
1, but before he could conquer, he died, and the heroes cried on their coats from then on. Shu Xiang
I came from three thousand miles away. With the sadness of autumn, with my sorrow of a hundred years, I climbed this height alone. Climb the balcony
3. Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers remain forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back. Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. What spring looks like.
There are thousands of buildings in Ande, which makes poor people all over the world very happy. The autumn wind broke the hut.
Personal data:
Du Fu (A.D. 7 12- A.D. 770) was born in Xiangyang, Henan, and Gongxian. A great realistic poet in the Tang Dynasty, who claimed to be a young man at night, was called "Du Li" together with Li Bai. In order to distinguish Li Shangyin, Du Mu and Xiao Du Li, Du Fu and Li Bai are also called Da Du Li, and Du Fu is often called Lao Du.
Du Fu's influence on China's classical poetry is far-reaching, and he is called "the sage of poetry" by later generations, and his poems are called "the history of poetry". Later generations called him Du Shiyi and Du Gongbu, and also called him Du Shaoling and Du Caotang.