Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested.
Petals fall like tears, lonely birds sing their sadness,
The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.
Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.
Autumn night in the mountains (Tang) Wang Wei
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.
Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
Talking from the Tomb of Fang (Tang) Du Fu
I had to come back from this distant place, and I dismounted next to your lonely grave.
The place where I stood was wet with my tears, and the sky was dark with broken clouds.
I once played chess with the Prime Minister, and now I want to take the dagger he wants to my master.
But I only saw petals falling, and I only heard Suzaku respond.
Go abroad overnight (Tang) Du Fu
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, flying around, what am I like, just a sandpiper in the vast world! .
Deng Yueyang Tower (Tang) Du Fu
I heard that Dongting Lake is magnificent before, but today's wish has finally reached Yueyang Tower.
Wu Chu southeast demolition, I can see the world floating endlessly.
There is no news from my friends or relatives. I am old and sick, drifting in a boat.
The battle of the north gate began again, and I cried through the railing.
There is a Wang Wan at the foot of Beibao Mountain.
Under the green hills,
Me and my boat, along the green water.
Until the river bank widens at low tide,
No wind blows my lonely sail.
... night now gives way to the ocean of the sun,
The old year melts in freshness.
I can finally send my messenger,
Geese, return to Luoyang.