Du Fu
Among them, "depression" mainly refers to feelings, and "depression" refers to language forms, such as syllables and rules.
Through the following Du Fu's 10 poems, we will have a deeper understanding!
Perform a poem alone.
Snuff and Tessie, Wine and Green are dating.
When you are drunk, you are a guest, and poetry becomes a sense of god.
War is still in sight, Confucianism is not the body.
Suffering from being tied up by a micro-official, I bowed my head and felt ashamed of the savage.
Erkuangfu
Wan Li Qiaoxi Caotang, Baihuatan water is surging waves.
The wind in Ran Ran is green and beautiful, and the rain is red and fragrant.
The book of an old friend is broken, and the color of a hungry child is bleak.
If you want to fill the ravine, you can only let nature take its course, and the madman who laughs at himself is even crazier.
On the potential of three parallel rivers.
I like to try to find a good poem all my life. The language of the poem is not surprising, and I will not stop.
People are getting older and older, and writing poems is perfunctory. With flowers and birds in spring, there is no deep sadness in the past.
For fishing, a new water sill was added, so the boat was replaced by a raft.
How can you think like Xie Tao's hand, so that the canal can be described as walking with you!
Four a night abroad.
The breeze rippled on the grassy coast, through the night, and blew to my still mast.
The endless plains are dotted with drooping stars. The moon runs with the river.
If only my art could make me famous. Free my sick old age from the office! !
Flying around, what am I like? But sandpipers in the vast world! !
Return at dusk
Frost, yellow, blue and white cranes inhabit the city and shout.
The wind is bleak when the guests enter the moon.
There are boats in Guishui Que in the south and drums in Qinchuan in the north.
It doesn't matter if you are over 500, but tomorrow you will see the clouds return to bonzi and quinoa.
Liu jianhan
I am wandering in Jianghan belt, and I miss my homeland and can't return. In the vast world, I am just a pedantic old Confucian.
The sky is far away, and the moon is always lonely.
The heart of the setting sun is still strong, and the autumn wind is sick.
Since ancient times, the old horse has not spent its physical strength because of its wisdom. Therefore, although I am old and sicker, I can still do it.
Seven years old
At the end of the year, I am a guest from afar, and I still fight in the corner.
Smoke invades the snow ridge, and drums move the river.
The world is bleeding day by day. Who volunteered in the court?
Save time. Do you dare to love it? Loneliness and fear!
Two quatrains
Jiangshan bathed in spring, how beautiful, flowers send flowers.
Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach.
The birds on the river wall are too white, and the mountains are blue and white.
I watched it again this spring. When is the year of return?
Jiubailu
The white dew is sweet, and the horseshoe disappears early.
The garden is connected with stone trees, and the boat crosses the river.
Have a few fish to enjoy, hurry back to whip.
Gradually know that autumn is really beautiful, and there are many hidden paths.
Ten fireflies
Fortunately, I dare to fly near the sun because of the rotten grass.
You can order guest clothes when you are not near the book.
It's windy, with a small curtain and rain, near Lin Wei.
The frost is heavy in October, where to go?