To Li Bai Du Fu
During my two years in Dongtu, the witty things I experienced were the most annoying. I am a rural resident, but I don't eat smelly beef and mutton, even coarse grains are not enough.
Can't I eat a clean meal and make a better-looking face? I think the most difficult thing is the lack of elixir. In this deep forest, it seems to be swept with a broom, and there is not even a trace of medicine.
You, a famous person in the imperial court, escaped from the Golden Horse Gate and went alone to find the secret. I'm leaving Dongducheng to visit Song Liang, and I'll definitely visit you then.
Du Fu's "Looking at Yue"
What a magnificent scenery Mount Tai is! Endless green spans Qilu and Qilu .. magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north.
Layers of white clouds, cleaning the gully on the chest; The flat bird flew into the eye socket. Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet.
Du Fu's Sorrow for 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. There is no sound of war in the wild,
40,000 rebels died on the same 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.
Li Bai:
I heard that Wang Changling left Longbiao kiln and gave this to Li Bai.
After the easy autumn, cuckoo clock, I heard you pass five streams.
I entrust my sad thoughts to the moon, hoping to accompany you to the west of Yelang.
To Wang Lun and Li Bai.
Li Bai was just about to leave when he heard a farewell song from the shore.
Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love.
Li Bai of Yellow Crane Tower bid farewell to Meng Haoran on his way to Yangzhou.
Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou in this beautiful spring filled with catkins and flowers.
My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon.