The whole poem is as follows:
Give Wei twenty-two rhymes.
Du Fu
If Wan Kun doesn't starve to death, the Confucian crown will miss his body.
My father-in-law tried to listen, and the bitch glanced at Chen:
Just yesterday's Youth Day, I was already a state guest.
Reading breaks thousands of volumes, and writing is like a god.
Empower the enemy with materials, build a relative with poetry.
Li Yong asks for knowledge, but William Wang is willing to make friends.
He claimed that he was out of line and that Li Deng wanted Jin Lu.
To the monarch, Yao and Shun, and then make the customs pure.
This idea is actually repressed, and singing is not hidden.
Riding a donkey for thirteen years and eating Jingchun.
At the door of the rich, dusk carries the dust of fat horses.
Broken cups are cold baked, full of sadness and bitterness.
The Lord has seen this sign, but he is eager to expand it.
The green ghost has wings, but no vertical scales.
I am ashamed of my father-in-law, and I understand his truth very well.
Every time I go a hundred times, I recite new good sentences.
Stealing gong gong Xi, it is difficult to be poor and virtuous.
How can you not be satisfied? Just walking around.
Today I want to go to the sea in the east and Qin in the west.
I still pity Nanshan and look back at Weibin in Qing Dynasty.
I often plan to sign up for a meal, minister.
Bai Ou is not mighty, who can tame Wan Li?