Liu Yuxi: Wuyi Alley
There are wild grasses and flowers beside Zhuque Bridge, and the sun sets at the entrance of Wuyi Alley.
In the old days, the king Xietang Qianyan flew into the homes of ordinary people.
Era: Tang Dynasty
Author: Du Fu
Works: Two Poems Recalling the Past
Recalling the heyday of Kaiyuan, Xiaoyi still has it Ten thousand rooms. The rice is dripping with fat and the corn is white, and both the public and private warehouses are abundant.
There are no jackals and tigers on the roads of Kyushu, and there is no good luck for a long journey. Qi Wan and Lu's carriages are moving in shifts, and the men plowing the fields and the women mulching trees keep up with each other.
The saint in the palace plays Yunmen, and all the friends in the world are glued together. There has been no disaster for more than a hundred years. Uncle Sun Li Le Xiao He Lu.
Don’t you know that a piece of silk is worth ten thousand dollars, and there is a field to grow grain and now it is bleeding. The palaces in Luoyang were burned down, and the ancestral temples were newly cleared of fox and rabbit holes.
I am so sad that I can’t bear to ask about my elders, and I am afraid that I will leave from the beginning. The minister is dull and incompetent, but the imperial court recognizes Meng Lu's rank.
Zhongxuan of Zhou looked upon our emperor, and shed blood on Jiang and Han, and his body became ill.