Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
We stayed as a guest every year, and sometimes he was poor and worried and killed people.
The river describes me as an old man, and the customs of the sky are close to each other.
After the snow, the stick quinoa comes to the Dan Valley, and the singing jade comes to disperse the purple dust.
My heart is broken at this moment. Where can I see Sanqin if I am lost on the road?