Du Fu is the greatest realistic poet in China. The following are his seven representative works.
Seven poems by Du Fu: 1, from Beijing to Fengxian to recite 500 words (Du Fu), 2. The hut was broken by the autumn wind (Du Fu), 3. To Li Bai (Du Fu) at the end of the sky, 4. Moonlight Remembering Brothers (Du Fu), 5. Deng Yueyang Tower (Du Fu), 6. Hakka dialect (Du Fu), 7. Shuxiang (Du Fu) from Beijing to Fengxian. Why are you stupid? Steal Xiaomi and the deed.
I can't believe I won and lost, but I don't want to be generous. The matter of closing the coffin has already been done, and this ambition is often lost.
If you are poor, you will worry about Li Yuan, sighing for intestinal heat. It's fierce to make fun of classmates.
Without rivers and seas, you can send the sun and the moon smartly. When you give birth to Yao Shun, you can't help it any more.
Is there a lack of corridors and temples now? The fire is biased towards the sun, and the physical properties are difficult to win. Gu Wei is an ant tribe, but he seeks his own opinions.
Hu Weiwei craves whales and wants to suppress the Bohai Sea? Therefore, my understanding of physiology is wrong, and I am ashamed to do it alone. So far, I have swallowed it.
Eventually ashamed of the nest, it failed to change its festival. Drink and talk, sing and break your worries.
At the end of the year, a hundred herbs are exhausted, and the high wind Gorkon cracks. It's cloudy and eventful, and guests are sent at night.
First frost is in rags, and his fingers can't be tied straight. In the morning, I passed Mount Li, and the imperial couch was in the mountain.
Chiyou is cold and empty, and the cliffs and valleys are slippery. Yaochi qi stagnation method, feather forest phase Mojia.
The monarch and the minister stay for fun, and the music moves the Yinjiao Pavilion. Baths are all long tassels, and banquets are not short brown.
All the silks in Tongting belong to cold women. Whip her husband's family and gather in Miyagi Que.
The sage is full of grace and really wants to live in the country. I am both sudden and rational.
Did you give up this thing? Toastmasters will fill the court, and benevolent people should tremble. I heard that the gold plate is in Huo Wei's room.
There are immortals in nave, as ethereal as jade. Warm the mink and fur, pity the tube and clear the throat.
Advise customers to camel's hoof soup, and frost orange presses fragrant orange. The wine and meat in Zhumen stink, and the road has frozen bones.
Prosperity and decline are very different, melancholy and indescribable. The north is completely different, and Guandu has changed its course.
Water from the west down, eyes high. Doubt is coming, I am afraid that I will meet Tianzhu.
The river beam is unlucky and the branches rustle. Travel is climbing, Sichuan and Guangzhou can't cross.
An old lady sent her to a different county, ten doors away from the snow. Who can ignore it for long? Ordinary to * * * hungry.
The novice is wailing and the youngest son is hungry. I'd rather give up mourning? Ryan also sobbed.
Being ashamed of being a father led to come to a bad end. I don't know that the autumn harvest is rising, but poverty has a pale pawn.
Life is often tax-free, and the name is not levied. The traces are still sour and pungent, and people are solid.
Meditate on the unemployed, because they are far away. Worry stops in the south, and the hole cannot be broken.
The thatched cottage was broken by the autumn wind, and the strong wind in August roared, rolling up my three hairs. Mao Fei crossed the river and sprinkled it on the periphery of the river. The highest one hangs a long forest tip, and the lowest one floats to Shentang depression.
The children in Nancun bully me. I can stand being a thief. Openly holding the hair in the bamboo, my lips are dry and I can't breathe, and I sigh when I return.
In an instant, the wind will set the color of the clouds and ink, and the autumn will be bleak and dark. The cloth has been cold and iron for many years, and the pride is cracked.
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 luxury houses in Ande, which greatly protect the poor people in the world from the spring breeze and the wind and rain! Alas, when I suddenly saw this house in front of me, my family froze to death alone! Li Bai at the end of the sky A cold wind is blowing from the distant sky. What are you thinking, old friend? ②.
The geese never answered me, and the rivers, lakes and seas were flooded by rain. A poet should be careful to prosper, but the devil will trouble a wanderer.
It should be * * * ghosts, and poetry should be gurgling. [Note] ① The end of the day: that is, in the distance.
Gentleman: refers to Li Bai. ③ ChρmèI: generally refers to ghosts, meaning villains.
(4) "English * * *" sentence: Qu Yuan was wronged and threw himself into the river, while Li Bai was wronged and demoted. They have something in common, so this is a proverb. [Appreciation] This poem was written in the autumn of 759, the second year of Gan Yuan.
Du Fu lived in Qin Zhou at that time. In the second year of Zhide (757), Li Bai was arrested and imprisoned. In the first year of Gan Yuan (758), Yelang was exiled (now Tongzi County, Guizhou Province) and released in the middle of the following year.
But Du Fu didn't know that Li Bai was forgiven, so he wrote this poem. This poem was written in the cool breeze, expressing his concern for Li Bai and his indignation at his tragic experience. Du Fu compared Li Bai and Qu Yuan, treated Li Bai and appreciated each other.
The profound friendship between Du Li and his wife can be clearly seen from this poem. Wanderers listen to war drums, remember brothers on a moonlit night, and autumn geese sing.
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! Oh, my brothers, lost and scattered, what is my life without you? (2).
Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop. [Note] ① Garrison drums: Most of the drums upstairs are drums.
Garrison: Garrison Autumn at the frontier: autumn at the frontier.
(2) Homelessness: refers to the separation of brothers, and the family is not a family. [Appreciation] This poem was written after Du Fu was relegated to Huazhou.
When there was a local famine, Du Fu abandoned his official position and went to Qin Zhou (now Tianshui County, Gansu Province) to write this poem in memory of his younger brother. In the poem, the two brothers were separated by the war and never heard from each other.
Watching the autumn night and the moon dew in a foreign land with drums and lonely geese can only double the feeling of homesickness and missing my brother. Du Fu, an exiled poet, not only misses his elder brother, but also expresses his deep affection for national subjugation in his poems.
He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! With plain meaning and deep feelings, it has become a famous sentence that has been circulated for many years. Climbing Yueyang Tower, I've heard about Dongting Lake for a long time, and now I'm climbing this building.
There is the Kingdom of Wu in the east and the State of Chu in the south, and you can see the endless drifting of heaven and earth. There is no news from my friends or relatives. I am old and sick, drifting in a boat.
There are wars and mountains to the north of this wall, and how can I not cry by the railing here? (2). [Note] ①: Two ancient country names, about Wu to the east of Dongting and Chu to the west.
Teal: Split. Wu Chu is separated by Dongting Lake.
Gan Kun: the universe, heaven and earth. 2 charger: Warhorse, which refers to fighting life here.
Pingxuan: Leaning against the window. [Appreciation] In the winter of the third year of Dali (768), Du Fu made this excellent lyric poem on the spot after he went to Yueyang from the police and boarded Yueyang Tower.
At this time, Du Fu was 58 years old, sick, extremely poor and depressed. The poet does not stop at personal misfortune, but cares about the fate of the country and sighs for the difficulties of the country.
At the beginning, the poem expresses the happy mood when climbing the building with extremely natural antitheses, and then writes down what you saw and heard when climbing the building. In just ten words, Dongting Lake is magnificent, cheerful and magnificent. Facing the vast lake, the poet forgot his personal poverty and was deeply moved when he was worried about the country and the people and hurt the country.
This poem has similar emotional ups and downs with "The Hut is Blown by Autumn Wind". Hakka ① I'm in the north, I'm in the south, and spring water is flooding. Day after day, I only see seagulls ②.
My road is covered with petals-I haven't cleaned it for others, and my thatched cottage door has been closed-but it's open for you now. It's a long way to the market. I can't give you much, but in my hut, we have old wine in our cups.
Shall we ask my old neighbor to join us and get the rest of the cups through the fence? (1) Hakka: Hakka refers to Cui Mingfu, and Du Fu notes "Happy Cui Mingfu" after the title.
2. In Du Fu's poems, which poems of Tang Dynasty poets are mentioned? Among Du Fu's poems, Li Bai wrote the most, so I won't go into details here. Let me give you a few other examples:
1, recalling a generation of Koryo, on wine making. (Korea refers to Gao Shi and Li Bai respectively)
2. It's sad not to see Li Shengjiu. (Li Sheng refers to Li Bai)
It is common to see the house of the King of Qi, and Cui has heard of it several times before. (Li Guinian)
Wan didn't starve to death, but the Confucian crown made a mistake. ("Wei Zuocheng's Twenty-two Rhymes" Wei Zuocheng refers to Wei Ji)
5. There are many famous people in Jinan. ("Accompany Li Beihai to the Lixia Pavilion Banquet", Li Beihai refers to Li Yong)
6. See clear lake Yin for the structure of the new pavilion. (Going to the Ancient City with Li Taishou, Li Yong)
3. Du Fu, a poet in Tang Dynasty, wrote an ancient poem "Spring Hope".
Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers still exist. In spring, green trees and grasslands return, petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sorrows.
After three months of war, a letter from home is worth a ton of gold, and I caressed my white hair. It has become so thin that it can no longer hold hairpins.
"Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" Tang Du Fu
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
The night is dark and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
Night Tour in Zuogong Tang Du Fu
The flowers are dark and the palace is dark, the birds crow in the sky and the windows are bright, and the nine clouds are bright.
While I was waiting for the golden lock to turn, I heard the jade pendant jingling in the wind. I had a petition to submit in the morning, and I was asking what time it was all night.
"Meet Li Guinian in the River" Don Du Fu
It is common to see the house of the King of Qi, but Cui has heard of it several times before.
It's a beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and I meet you when the flowers fall.
"Looking at Yue" Tang Du Fu
What a magnificent scenery Mount Tai is! Endless green spans Qilu and Qilu. The creator has endowed all the mysterious nature here with elegance, and? The day immediately enters dawn and dusk. ..
Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly back and forth in front of my nervous eyes. Once you climb to the top of the mountain and peek, you will see that other mountains are short in the sky. ..
4. The poem "Wuhou Temple" by Du Fu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, is still a temple where plants grow in the ancient empty mountain of Danqing. After resigning, my Lord will no longer lie in Nanyang Eight Arrays. The name of the country will become an eight-array. Beside the changing river, the stone stands the sorrow that he never conquered Wu. A few years later, when the geese come to Wan Li, the geese in Jiangcheng will be heartbroken. In Li Guinian, it is very common for Cui to live in the home of the King of Qi. I have heard several times before that this is a good scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and I am looking forward to the grandeur of Mount Tai! Endless green stretches across Qi and Lu. ..
The 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, and birds fly back and forth in front of my nervous eyes. Once you climb to the top of the mountain and peek, you will see that other mountains are short in the sky. ..
For Wei Ba in Chu Shi, meeting friends is almost as difficult as watching the morning star and the evening star. Tonight is a rare event, and this lamp is candlelight.
Two men who were young not long ago now have gray temples. It shocked us to find that half of our friends had died, which made us sad.
We didn't expect that it would be twenty years before I could come to see you again. You were unmarried when I left, but now these boys and girls are in a row.
They were very kind to their father's old friends. They asked me where I went during the trip. Then, when we talked for a while, they brought me wine and dishes.
Spring chives are cut in the night rain, and brown rice is cooked fresh in a special way. My host announced that it was a festival, and he urged me to drink ten cups.
But what kind of ten glasses of wine can make me so drunk, because your love is always in my heart. . The mountains will separate us tomorrow. Who can say for sure after tomorrow? .
Who is cuter than her? However, she lives alone in an empty valley. She told me that she came from a good family and now she is humble to the dust.
When the problem appeared in the customs area, her brother and close relatives were killed. What's the use of them in high positions, they can't even protect their own lives? .
The world is dismissive of adversity, and hope will go out like the light of a candle. Her husband, with a wandering heart, is looking for a new face like jade.
When the morning glory is rolled up at night, the mandarin ducks lie side by side. All he can see is the smile of his new love, but he can't hear the cry of his old love! The stream is pure at the source of the mountain, but its water turns dark far away from the mountain.
Wait for her maid to come back after selling pearls, and then she needs straw to build the roof. She picked some flowers, not for her hair, but for letting pine needles fall from her fingers.
She forgot the thin silk sleeves and the cold, and leaned against a tall bamboo. When death is the cause of parting, there will be sobs, but life will leave again and again, which is one of Li Bai's two dreams.
You didn't bring me any signs of exile in the poisonous humidity of the southern river. Until you appeared in my dream last night, because I have been thinking about you.
However, how can you raise your wings and use them from the middle net of your net? ? I doubt it's really you, venturing a long way. You came to me through the green forest, and you disappeared in front of a dark castle.
I woke up, and the low moon flashed on the rafters, as if it were your face, still floating in the air. There is water to pass through. They are wild. If you fall, there will be dragons and monsters in the river.
I dreamed of two poems by Li Bai (Part II). The clouds that floated across the sky all day may be like a wanderer and never come back. I see you in my dreams every night, and you know what you mean to me.
The difference is that you always look in a hurry and always talk about how easy it is to meet. There are many dangerous waves on the rivers and lakes, and I am worried that your ship will capsize and sink.
When he went out, he scratched his head with white hair and regretted that he had failed his life. Gao Che Li Fu is the capital, and you are brilliant, and you are haggard.
Who can say that the principle of justice is not Qiren in old age, but innocent bondage? Even if there is a good name handed down from generation to generation, it is difficult to make up for the sad loss.
No one painted a horse in this dynasty. General Cao painted a horse in the minister's house, just like Prince Jiangdu. Then the general sergeant turned the eyes of the world to compete for the royal horse through his 30-year fame.
He painted the luminous white horse of the late emperor, Ten Days Leifeilong Lake. A pink agate plate was sent to the palace, which became the talk of ladies-in-waiting and a miracle in everyone's eyes.
The general bowed and danced, and accepted it in his distinguished home. After this rare gift, fine silk followed. Many nobles demanded his art to add new luster to their screens.
The former Taizong boxing hair [Ma Jian] was Guo and a lion zebra. But now I see two horses in this painting.
For those who know them, this is a thought-provoking sight. They are war horses. Either way, it is possible to face 10 thousand people. They let the white silk extend to a vast desert.
The other seven people with them are almost as noble, and fog and snow are moving in the cold sky. Horseshoe splits the snowdrift under the big tree. There are a group of officers here and a group of servants there.
Look at how these nine horses compete with each other, with a clear glance and a firm breath. Who understands the difference? Who really cares about art? , you,, all follow Cao; Zhi Dun preceded him.
I remember when the late emperor walked to his Summer Palace, the team of green feathers swept across the eastern sky. 30,000 horses, prancing horse, Mercedes-Benz, fashionable, each like the horse in this painting.
But now the ghost of the emperor got the secret jade from the river god, because the emperor no longer hunted crocodiles by the river. Where you see his huge golden tomb, you may hear it in the pine forest.
A bird is sad in the wind because the emperor's horse is missing. General, descendants of Wei Wudi, a song and a picture are dedicated to General Cao. You are more noble than being a nobleman now.
The era of heroic separatism is gone forever, and Cao Jiawen's chapter is still in your hands. In calligraphy, your first master, Mrs. Wei, just didn't surpass it.
Indulge in painting, you know that the age of youth is coming. In fact, wealth and status are floating away like clouds to me. During the Kaiyuan period, you spent a lot of time with the emperor and often accompanied him to Nanfengyuan.
The portrait of the hero in Lingyan Pavilion has faded, and Jiang Caojun can't brush away the repainted noodles. The head wears a Jinshi crown, and the warrior wears a big feather arrow on his waist.
You kept every hair of the founders of this dynasty alive, as if they had just returned from a fierce battle. The first emperor had a horse named Yuhua, and artists imitated it in various postures.
On that day, the jade flower was taken into the temple, and the red rank was erected at the palace gate to increase its prestige. Then, general, I ordered you to continue your work. You concentrated all your money on a piece of silk.
After a while, the dragon horse appeared on the silk, which was much more mediocre than all generations of horses. If a real horse falls on the emperor's bed, the picture of the horse's bed is the same as the rank of standing in front of the real horse.
The emperor smiled and urged the left and right to give you gold, and the servant and the groom were all stunned. Han Gan, a student of the general, can draw a horse and has many good images.
Han Gan's painting shows no inner spirit, which often kills Liu Hua's horse of life. You, beyond simple skills, used your art sacredly, showing not only the horse, but the life of a good man.
Now you are wandering in this war-torn society, and ordinary paintings are ordinary passers-by. People notice your situation with their eyes. No one is purer than you, and no one is poorer than you.
I read in the records that from the earliest time, its body was bound by soil all day! I am sad. My thoughts were all in Yueyang, and I rushed to a letter to Yu Shihan-but I was ill in bed. After crossing the river, Koreans noticed how good his conduct was and often looked around in Dongting Lake.
Swan has soared away from the sun and moon, maple leaves have turned red, and autumn has declined. The wise disciples gathered to follow the Big Dipper, some riding Kirin and some riding Phoenix.
Lotus-like flags were submerged by smoke, and Xiaoxiang's reflection floated in the direction of ripples. Indulge in the jade dew in Xianwangxinggong, feathers are rare, not from nearby.
I heard that he seems to be a former red pine, and I'm afraid he is more like Sean in South Korea in the early Han Dynasty. At that time, he was the capital of Liu Bang and Chang 'an, and his heart disease has not changed.
The success or failure of the national cause is to stand by and hate the rancid smell of maple. Sima Qian of Thailand lamented since ancient times, wishing him to be like the old man in Changtai, Antarctica, Yongchang.
Ah, purity, catching you from the autumn water and putting you as a tribute in the royal jade court? Cooper, next to the great Prime Minister's Temple stands an ancient cypress tree with a green bronze trunk and a stone root. The circumference of its white bark will reach forty people, and the blue top of its cuiyu is a paradise of 2,000 feet.
Since the era of a great ruler and great politician, their trees are now loved and respected by the people. Clouds come from afar, from Wuya, and the snow peaks are reflected in the cold moon.
Yesterday, I found Tong Wang's palace in the east of Siting. His trees and strange branches make the whole landscape old, although the colors of windows and doors are fresh.
The deep roots are so firmly rooted in the ground that its lonely branches can withstand the weight of the wind. Its only protection is divine power, and its only patience is the art of the creator.
When beams are needed to repair a big house, although cows shake their heads, they can't move a mountain. Although a tree doesn't write a memorial, people understand that it can't be used unless they cut it down? Its bitter heart may now be occupied by black ants and white ants, but its scented leaves used to be the nests of phoenixes and pheasants.
Let smart and promising people not complain, the bigger the wood, the harder it is to use! On October 19th, the second year of Dali, one of Mrs. Sun's female students in Song of Sword Dance, Qui-fu drove to the palace to see Li Linying's Shierniang's swordsmanship, which was powerful. When he asked the teacher, he said, I am a disciple of Gong Sundaniang.
In the third year of Kaiyuan, when I was a child, I recorded the vigor of Gongsun Jianfa in Yancheng. When you are frustrated, you are the only one.
Among the insiders who voted for the Second Season Square in Yichun Liyuan since high school, Xiao was a dancer, but at first, Gongsun was just a person. Jade looks gorgeous and white! Today, my disciples are also ashamed.
Since we can distinguish its origin, we can know the wave. Generous, talk like a sword.
Zhang Xushan, a former Wu man, wrote cursive calligraphy posts and tasted swordsmanship in Xihe, Yexian County. Since then, cursive calligraphy has improved, and he is grateful. That is, gongsun knows! A few years ago, there was a beautiful Gongsun who danced her dagger from all directions.
The audience is like a mountain lost between them, and the world moves back and forth with her movements. As bright as an archer shooting down the nine suns in the sky, as fast as an angel in front of a dragon's wings.
She began to be like a thunderbolt, venting its anger and ending the shining calm like rivers and seas. But those red lips and pearl sleeves disappeared, and no one except this student smelled of her fame.
This beautiful woman from Linying, White God Town, still dances and sings happily. When we answer each other's questions, we sigh together and feel sad for the changes that have taken place.
There were 8,000 women and men in the court of the late emperor.
5. Materials Du Fu (7 12-770), a poet in the Tang Dynasty, was of Han nationality, originally from Xiangyang, and later moved to Gongxian County, Henan Province.
A great realistic poet in the Tang Dynasty, who claimed to be a young man at night, was called "Du Li" together with Li Bai. In order to distinguish Li Shangyin, Du Mu and Xiao Du Li, Du Fu and Li Bai are also called Da Du Li, and Du Fu is often called Lao Du.
Du Fu's influence on China's classical poetry is far-reaching, and he is called "the sage of poetry" by later generations, and his poems are called "the history of poetry". Later generations called him Du Shiyi and Du Gongbu, and also called him Du Shaoling and Du Caotang.
Du Fu wrote such famous works as Spring Hope, Northern Expedition, Three Officials and Three Farewells. In the second year of Gan Yuan (759), Du Fu abandoned his official position and went to Sichuan. Although he fled the war and lived a relatively stable life, he still cared about the whole life and the affairs of the country.
Although Du Fu is a realistic poet, he also has a wild and unruly side. It is not difficult to see Du Fu's heroism and dry clouds from his masterpiece Song of Drinking Eight Immortals. The core of Du Fu's thought is the Confucian thought of benevolent government, and he has the great wish of "making the monarch Yao and Shun superior, and then making the customs pure".
Although Du Fu was not famous during his lifetime, his fame spread far and wide, which had a far-reaching impact on China literature and Japanese literature. Extended data:
The achievement of the characters in Du Fu's metrical poems lies in expanding the scope of expression of metrical poems.
Du Fu not only wrote about entertainment, nostalgia, travel, feasting and landscapes with rhythmic poems, but also wrote about current events with rhythmic poems. It is difficult to write current affairs with metrical poems, but Du Fu can use them freely.
Du Fu writes metrical poems freely, changes as much as he can, conforms to the law without seeing the shackles of metrical poems, and is in neat opposition without seeing the traces of antithesis. References:
Baidu encyclopedia-du fu.
6. What are the poems of Du Fu, a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty? Du Fu, a famous poet in Tang Dynasty, has many poems. Such as; Mission Huai, past travel, Buju, Tang Cheng, Shuxiang, being a farmer, having a guest, being a madman, Jiangcun, Elymus, being sent to the south, hating farewell, being a guest, being in Jiangting, regretting, drinking alone, eating cold food, stone mirror, piano table, sick cypress, withered brown, missing, heavy rain, four pines, and so on.
, "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night", thatched cottage, two quatrains, six quatrains.
Four lines of quatrains, two poems about spring, five songs about spring, "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night", high-paid envoys, Wang Yue, Wang Chun, Shihao Guan, autumn wind broke the thatched cottage, met Li Guinian downstream, went to the horizon Li Bai, recalled his brothers on a moonlit night, and went to a military vehicle shop. Both sides of the Yellow River were recovered by the imperial army and climbed the building.
Du Fu (A.D. 7 12- A.D. 770) was born in Xiangyang, Henan, and Gongxian. [1-3] Shaoling Yelao, a great realistic poet in the Tang Dynasty, is also called "Du Li" with Li Bai. In order to distinguish Li Shangyin, Du Mu and Xiao Du Li, Du Fu and Li Bai are also called Da Du Li, and Du Fu is often called Lao Du.