Du fu's poems about the country and the people 1. Du Fu's Poems Concerning the Country and the People
1, Wang Chun, although the country was ruined, the mountains and rivers lived forever, and the vegetation was spring.
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. 2. The cabin was broken by the autumn wind. In August and autumn, the wind roared and rolled up my triple grass.
Hair flew over the river and sprinkled on the periphery of the river. The highest one hangs a long forest tip, and the lower one floats to Shentang 'ao. The children in Nancun bully me, and I can't stand being a thief in the opposite direction and openly carrying Mao into the bamboo forest.
My lips are burnt, my mouth is dry, and I can't breathe. When I came back, I sighed at my staff. In an instant, the wind will set the color of the clouds and ink, and the autumn will be bleak and dark.
This cloth has been as cold as iron for many years, and Joule has been lying down and cracking. There is no dry place in the bedside table, and the feet are numb with rain.
How can you get wet all night since you are in a mess and don't get enough sleep! There are tens of millions of buildings in Ande, which greatly protect all the smiles of the poor in the world, and the wind and rain are as quiet as mountains. Oh! When I suddenly see this house in front of me, I will freeze to death alone! 3. The place where Shuxiang is located is the famous temple of the Prime Minister, in a deep pine forest near the Silk City.
The steps are dotted with green grass in spring, and birds are chirping happily under the leaves. The third call aggravated his state affairs, and he gave his sincerity to two generations.
But before he conquered, he died, and since then the heroes have been crying on their coats. 4. A vagrant heard the drums that predicted the battle, and remembered my brothers in the moonlight night. The first call of autumn came from a wild goose on the border.
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.
Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop. 5. Xiyue Sanzhai is white, and the South Lake water shines on the long bridge.
After years of war in China, several brothers have been unable to hear from each other; It's a long way from each other, and I'm the only one, right? Instead, they will hand over the bodies of Gemini in the light of late autumn; So far, not a drop of merit has repaid the wise Huang Sheng.
I travel by horse alone, and my horizons are often wide. The world economy is in recession, which is unimaginable.
2. Du Fu's poems about the country and the people.
spring scenery
Du Fu
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.
Jiukuai Qianjin jam
Du Fu
Go to my hometown, go to Jiaohe.
The government has a deadline, and the desperate baby is in trouble.
Your soil is already very rich, and there is still much to be explored.
Abandon the kindness of parents, submit to humiliation and do your duty.
I have been away from home for a long time, and I am not bullied by my disciples.
Whether it is broken or not, people are dying all the time.
Take off the reins and the hair in your hand.
Down from Wan Ren Mountain, I bent down to try on the flag.
Sharpen the knife and whimper the water, and the red blade of the water hurts the hand.
I want to be heartbroken, and I have been in a mess for a long time.
There is nothing to be angry about when my husband promises to the country.
Fame and fortune, fighting bones will soon rot.
Sending an apprentice is long and far.
Life and death move forward, effortless and not angry.
When you meet an acquaintance, you will attach a book to your six relatives.
Alas, the two will never be the same again.
Take me all the way to the three armies.
In the army, the Lord would rather hear all the joys and sorrows.
I saw Hu riding across the river, and suddenly more than 100 people were in groups of three or five.
I started as a slave. When did I make meritorious service?
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?
Driving horses in rain and snow, the army entered the mountains.
The path is dangerously holding cold stones, which means falling into the ice.
I went to John. When will a city be built?
At dusk, the clouds swim south, unattainable.
If you are alone with me, you will get dizzy.
Men's swords are four or five strokes, and the other army is coming to me.
The name of Lu belongs to the king, and the Yuanmen is awarded by the neck.
What's the point of winning by diving into the ranks?
I have been in the army for more than ten years, and I can work without grievances.
Everyone is expensive and wants to be ashamed of being the same.
The battle for the Central Plains lies in virtue and honor.
A husband has four ambitions, but he can resign from poverty.
The autumn wind broke the hut.
Du Fu
In August and autumn, the wind roared and rolled up my three hairs.
Mao Fei crossed the river and sprinkled it on the periphery of the river. The highest one hung with a long forest top.
The next person floats to Shentang 'ao. The children in Nancun bullied me,
I couldn't bear to be a thief across the street, but openly carried Mao into the bamboo forest.
My lips are burnt, my mouth is dry, and I can't breathe. When I came back, I sighed at my staff.
In an instant, the wind will set the color of the clouds and ink, and the autumn will be bleak and dark.
This cloth has been as cold as iron for many years, and Joule has been lying down and cracking.
There is no dry place in the bedside table, and the feet are numb with rain.
How can you get wet all night since you are in a mess and don't get enough sleep!
There are thousands of luxury houses in Ande, which greatly protect the poor in the world and make them happy.
The wind and rain are calm as a mountain. Oh!
When I suddenly see this house in front of me, I will freeze to death alone!
Du fu's book fragrance
Where is the temple of the famous prime minister,
In a pine forest near the Silk City.
The green grass in spring dyed the steps red,
Birds are chirping happily under the leaves.
The third summons asked him to deal with state affairs,
He gave his heart to two generations.
But before he conquered, he was dead,
Since then, heroes have been crying on their coats.
Du Fu's Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night
A vagrant heard the drums heralding the battle,
The first call of a wild goose on the border in autumn.
He knew that the dew tonight would be frost,
How bright the moonlight is at home! .
Oh, my brothers, lost and scattered,
What does life without you mean to me? .
But if something goes wrong with peacetime letters,
What can I expect during the war? .
Du Fu's "Climbing Yueyang Tower"
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.
Wild hope du fu
Xishan is covered with snow all year round, and the three cities are heavily stationed; Nanjiao Bridge spans the majestic Jinjiang River.
After years of war in China, several brothers have been unable to hear from each other; It's a long way from each other, and I'm the only one, right?
Instead, they will hand over the bodies of Gemini in the light of late autumn; So far, not a drop of merit has repaid the wise Huang Sheng.
I travel by horse alone, and my horizons are often wide. The world economy is in recession, which is unimaginable.
Denglou
Du Fu
Flowers are close to tall buildings and far away from my hometown. I am very sad. There are disasters everywhere in this country, so I climbed up to see them.
The spring scenery of Jinjiang flooded in, and the clouds on the mountain, ancient, varied and changeable.
The imperial court, like the North Star, will not change in the end, and the Western Hills of Kohl will not invade Tibet.
However, in the twilight, I felt sorry for the sorrow of a long-lost emperor. I sang the songs that his prime minister sang when he was not unfamiliar on the mountain.
Gordon Dufu
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.
3. Ask for more than five poems that reflect Du Fu's concern for the country and the people.
1, although the country is divided, the mountains and rivers last forever, and the vegetation is spring.
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. -du fu's "62616964757a68696416fe59b9e7ad94313363396334" 2. What a magnificent scenery Mount Tai is! ? Out of Qilu, green peaks can still be seen.
The 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 "Wang Yue" 3. The news is in this distant West Station! The north has been recovered! At first, I couldn't stop crying on my coat.
Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. However, I packed my books and poems crazily. On a green spring day, I began to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine.
Come back from this mountain, pass another mountain, go up from the south and then go north-to my own town! . -Du Fu's "The banks of the Yellow River were recaptured by the imperial army" 4. Throwing stones in the village at dusk and arresting people at night.
The old man climbed over the wall and left, while the old woman went out to watch. No matter how angry an official is, why do women cry?
After listening to the woman, three men guarded Ye. One man attached a book, and two men died.
Those who drag out an ignoble existence are dead. There is no one in the room, only a baby and a grandson.
And grandma didn't go, and there was no skirt in and out. Although an old woman is weak, please come back at night.
If you are in a hurry to serve Shirley in the river and Yang, you might as well prepare the meal in the morning. The night is long and silent, like crying and choking.
Dawn will rise into the future, leaving the old man alone. -Du Fu's "Stone Trench" 5. In the fierce wind blowing from the wide sky, the apes are sobbing and the birds are homing on the white sand in clear lake.
The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably. Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness.
After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged. -Du Fu's "Ascending the Mountain" 6. Wanderers listen to drums and autumn geese sing.
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.
Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop. -Du Fu's "My Brother on a Moonlit Night" 7. Where is the Hall of Fame, deep in a pine forest near Silk City.
The steps are dotted with green grass in spring, and birds are chirping happily under the leaves. The third call aggravated his state affairs, and he gave his sincerity to two generations.
But before he conquered, he died, and since then the heroes have been crying on their coats. -Du Fu's Book of Letters.