Du Fu
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.
Climb the balcony
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.