Don du fu
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.
This poem was written by Du Fu in Kuizhou in the second year of Dali (767). At that time, the poet fell ill in Kuizhou on the bank of the Yangtze River. The whole poem tells the poet's complex feelings of wandering, old illness and loneliness for many years through mountaineering, which is impassioned and touching.