Look at the red and wet place, flowers are more important than Jinguancheng —— Selected Poems of Du Fu

Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.

The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably.

My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.

Those who drag out an ignoble existence are dead.

The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!

Never thought, in this Jiangnan scenic area; It is the season of falling flowers, and I can meet you, an old acquaintance.

This kind of music should only be in heaven, where can I hear it several times?

Car dealer?

Vehicles roared, soldiers sang, and soldiers and arrows were tied to their waists.

On the way, holding soldiers' clothes, eating and crying, the sky rushed into the sky.

Do you know that in the mountainous areas of eastern China, in 200 areas and thousands of villages, nothing grows except weeds?

If you really know that boys are a bad thing, you might as well have a girl.

Girls can also marry their nearest neighbors, and boys will die in battle.

Don't you see, on the edge of Qinghai, the bones of soldiers killed since ancient times have not been buried.

Strike first nine times, sixth time.

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?

Drink the songs of the Eight Immortals

Drinking like a whale costs thousands of dollars.

Zong Zhi, a handsome boy, looked up at the sky with white eyes, as bright as Yushu before the wind.

Li Bai wrote hundreds of poems about fighting wine and went to sleep in a restaurant in Chang 'an.

The son of heaven didn't get on the boat, calling himself Brewmaster.

beautiful woman

Who is cuter than her? However, she lives alone in an empty valley.

She told me that she came from a good family and now she is humble to the dust.

Her husband, with a wandering heart, is looking for a new face like jade.

He can only see the smile of his new love, but he can't hear the cry of his old love.

The script is six quatrains. Second.

"Lu" and "Lu" are the highest achievements of their creation under the conditions of that time.

After the life of your generation has all turned to dust, nothing will hurt the torrent flowing to the endless river.

Zhangshangshang road

On March 3rd, Spring Festival, the weather was fresh, and many beautiful people gathered in Qujiang, Chang 'an.

Dignified attitude, lofty and quiet personality, plump skin, thin and moderate figure.

Embroidered gold and silver silk unicorn in late spring.

Jade flowers hanging from their temples hang on their temples.

The jewelry skirt behind them is safer.

Watch Gong Sundaniang's disciples dance swords and musical instruments.

A few years ago, there was a beautiful Gongsun who danced her dagger from all directions.

The audience is like a mountain lost between them, and the world moves back and forth with her movements.

? It's like shooting for nine days, as fast as an angel in front of the dragon's wings.

She began to be like a thunderbolt, venting its anger and ending the shining calm like rivers and seas.

Aijiangtou?

Shaoling night swallowed and began to cry. I quietly descended along the winding river like a shadow of spring.

There are thousands of palaces on the shore and new branches of willows. Who are you green for? ?

I remember the colorful flags floating from the South Garden, which was full of colors.

The first lady of the kingdom, from the Sun Palace, waited on the emperor's royal chariot.

The cavalry in front of them were all holding bows and arrows, and discerning horses were chewing gold.

An archer, chest up, through the clouds, smiling.

Where are those perfect eyes and those pearly teeth? A blood-stained soul has no home and nowhere to go.

A clear wave flowed eastward, crossing the Diaolou Mountain Path, and there was no news.

Compassionate people shed tears and hoped that she would be as eternal as rivers and flowers!

Tatars on horseback, in the dim twilight, covered the town with dust. I fled to the south, but I was still staring at the throne in the north.

Sad Chen Tao.

In the early winter, the blood of good children's families from more than a dozen counties after World War I spilled on Chen Tao's water.

The wilderness under the blue sky became silent, and 40 thousand soldiers died on this day.

The red arrow on the savage Hu Bing arrow, the blood of kind people, the singers can't understand Hugh's drinking spree on Chang 'an Avenue.

People in Chang 'an turned their heads and wept in the direction of Chen Tao, hoping that the troops of the Tang Dynasty could come back and restore their peaceful life in the past.

Reading breaks thousands of volumes, and writing is like a god.

At the door of the rich, dusk carries the dust of fat horses.

The wine and meat in Zhumen stink, and the road has frozen bones.

The flag of the sun falls and the wind rustles in A?vagho?a.

Alcohol debt is common, and he is 70 years old.

Students and teenagers are not cheap, and the five tombs are light and fat.

Pierce the butterfly deeply, and the dragonfly flies leisurely with the water.

The number of thin hands need not be counted.

The old lady didn't sweep the flower path for the guests. Today, it's only for you. Chai Men hasn't opened it for you yet, but it will open it for you today. -"The guests have arrived."

I like to try to find a good poem all my life. The language of the poem is not surprising, and I will not stop.

Pear and jujube are ripe in August before the court, and the tree day can return to a thousand times. -"the collection of all troubles"

Drinking crazy songs for nothing, who is arrogant?

There used to be fanatics, nicknamed immortal. Put pen to paper shocks the wind and rain, and poetry becomes tears.

Even if there is a good name handed down from generation to generation, it is difficult to make up for the sad loss.

1. Du Fu is honored as a "poet saint" by the world, and his poems are called "the history of poetry". Together with Li Bai, they are called "Du Li"

2. "Du Fu is a master who initiated a new era of Tang poetry. His five-character poems, seven-character poems and long sentences are all tempered, shaped and perfected in his hands, and the theme of his poems is also broadened to the maximum extent. Almost all poets in later generations were in his shadow. "

3.? Beautiful words are called "Du Gongbu" and "Du Shaoling"

Moon Heart Collection is a collection of ancient China poems copied by Yongzheng.

Read these pleasing words, immerse yourself in them and get deeply involved in the play.

This is my selection of Yue Xin's poems.