A poem to Cai Duwei by Du Fu
Cai Ziyong became addicted and bent his bow to shoot at Hu. A good man would rather die in a fight, but a strong man would be ashamed to be a Confucian.
The official is the pioneer, and the challenge requires talent. The body is light and a bird passes by, but the gun is urgent and thousands of people shout.
The cloud curtain then opened the palace, and Spring City went to Shangdu. The horse's head is made of gold and the brocade is blurred on the hunchback.
Just a short distance away is Yunshan Road, flying back to the corner of Qinghai. Your Majesty still favors Xi, and he will suddenly advance forward.
The Han Dynasty sent the Yellow River far away, and the white wheat in Liangzhou dried up. Because you asked for news, fortunately Ruan Yuanyu.