Wang Yue (Du Fu)
How is Dai Zongfu? Qilu is still young.
The clock of creation is beautiful, and the yin and yang cut off the dawn.
The clouds grow in the chest, and the returning birds enter the canthus.
The summit is so high that you can see all the small mountains
The huts are broken by the autumn wind
Du Fu
The autumn wind howls in August , roll up the triple thatch on my house.
Mao flies across the river and scatters on the outskirts of the river. The taller ones hang on the forest tips, while the lower ones float around the sinking pond.
The group of children in Nancun deceived me because I was old and weak, and I could not bear to face them as thieves.
He carried the grass into the bamboos openly, his lips were burnt and his mouth was dry and he could not breathe. When he came back, he leaned on his staff and sighed.
For a while, the wind made the clouds turn black, and in autumn, the desert turned dark.
The quilt has been as cold as iron for many years, and the delicate child is lying on it and is cracked inside.
The leakage at the bedside has nowhere to dry, and the rain has not stopped.
My menstruation is disordered and I have little sleep. How can I get wet all night long?
There are tens of millions of mansions in Ande, which can shelter the poor people all over the world and make them happy. They are as safe as a mountain without being affected by wind or rain.
Woohoo!
Whenever I suddenly see this house in front of me, my house alone will be broken down and frozen to death!
Climbing the building
Du Fu
The flowers approaching the high-rise building hurt the hearts of the guests. There are many difficulties in climbing here.
The spring scenery of Jinjiang River comes to heaven and earth, and the floating clouds of jade barrier change the past and present.
The Arctic court will never change, and the Xishan bandits will not invade each other.
The poor queen returned to the temple, and chatted with Liang Fu at dusk.