Du Fu's Poems on People's Suffering and War

northern expedition

Ostriches sing in Huang Sang, and rats arch their holes.

Late at night after the battlefield, the cold moon shines on the bones.

What spring looks like.

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.

homeless

I was born weak and sour about life.

Life is homeless, why is it steaming!

Say goodbye to the old

Why is hometown a paradise? Ann dares to linger!

Resolutely abandon the hut and go to the front, the sky is really broken!

Wedding farewell

Looking up at a hundred birds flying, your body will double.

There are many personnel mistakes, facing Jun Yong.

Shihao official

One man attached a book, and two men died.

Those who drag out an ignoble existence are dead!

The new security officer

"Don't dry your tears.

You can't see the bones until your eyes are dry, and the world is cold!

Tongguan officials

Why are foot soldiers in a hurry to build Tongguan Road?

Railways in big cities are not as good as those in small cities.