Late Autumn Hiking Author: Cen Can's tired horse lies in the sunset in Nagano, Tianjin. The autumn wind in the mountains blew into the open forest, and the leaves rustled as if someone had entered the forest. It is raining cold in the boundless sky, and there is no dust on the bluestone road. Tens of millions of thoughts come to mind in this dusk, and all the voices are sad in this bleak morning. The chi was barking last night, and Hui had already begun to wither. Besides, a stranger who travels far away will naturally have a lot of hardships and bitterness. Dedicated to the beacon tree on the mountain, and presented to the twelve attendants of Qiao's family: Chen Ziang Hanting Guan, Bo Biangong. Poor Ambassador Ma, Whitehead is the hero.
Jiangnan Qu Author: Chu Guangxi Yangtze River sunset, invited the ferry home. If you are interested in falling flowers, come and go by boat.
Author: Although Du Fu's country is broken, mountains and rivers remain forever, and everything 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.
Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night Author: Du Fu knows when it will rain and when spring will come. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. The wild path is dark, and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
Du Fu, the breeze rippled on the grass bank, through the night, blowing to my still high mast. The endless plains are dotted with drooping stars. The moon runs with the river. I hope my art can bring me fame and liberate my sick old age from the office! . Flying around, what am I like? But sandpipers in the vast world! .
Author: Du Fu has a strong bow and a long arrow. Shooters should shoot horses, and leaders should catch their leaders. There is a limit to killing people, and countries have their own borders. As long as we can stop the enemy's invasion, is it possible to fight and kill more people?
Wang Yue Author: Du Fu Mount Tai is a magnificent mountain! Endless green spans Qilu and Qilu .. magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north. Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, birds are flying around in front of my nervous eyes ... trying to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet.
Looking at the Moon is a five-character ancient poem written by Du Fu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. By depicting the majestic scene of Mount Tai, this poem enthusiastically praises the majestic momentum and magical and beautiful scenery of Mount Tai, reveals the love for the mountains and rivers of the motherland, and expresses the poet's ambition and spirit of not being afraid of difficulties, daring to climb to the top and overlooking everything, as well as his great ambition of being independent and helping the people.