Five poems about hurting the spring (Balang is far away and hurting the spring, only to find out that the palace has been closed before the spring) original text:
Although the world is full of soldiers, the spring light is getting stronger day by day. Xijing was exhausted from hundreds of battles, and Beique was left with a lot of evil. The barrier is three thousand miles away and the fireworks weigh ten thousand. The road is covered with dust and the road is in a hurry. Who can provide the royal residence? Yin restored the former king's way, and Zhou moved to the old state. Penglai is full of cloud energy, and should always follow the dragon. The orioles enter the New Year's greetings, and the old branches are covered with flowers. The sky is blue, the wind rolls the curtains, and the grass is green and the water flows into the pond. The officials and soldiers are imprisoned quickly, and everything is in danger if they are depressed. The hair on the temples is full of confession, and the tears are always hanging down. It's not that we don't have brothers, it's like being separated. The spring scenery of Bashan is quiet, and the scenery turns winding to the north. The sun and the moon are still fighting each other, and the stars are surrounding each other again and again. How can it become a crisis without enforcing the law? The big horn entwines the soldiers' energy, and hooks out of the emperor's territory. The smoke and dust obscure the royal road, and the elders hold the heavenly clothes. Walking in the military palace, there are few generals coming to court. Xian Duo hides butchers and fishes, and the king is willing to carry him back together. If there is chaos in the court again, it is difficult to know the true news. According to recent legends, the king was in Luo, and the restoration envoy returned to Qin. The princess mourns when she seizes the horse, and the noble concubine gets on the carriage and weeps. Xiao Guanmi went north, and the sea wanted to patrol east. There are many old ministers who dare to foresee the safety and danger of the body. Isn't there Ji Shao's blood stained with car dust? I heard that Chu Dong was lucky, but many orphans left. It is difficult to distinguish between Taicang millet and Luyang Ge. The barbarians climbed into the front hall, and the prince went out to control the river. I have to dance in the middle of the night, who can remember the song of the strong wind. The spring scenery produces beacon fire, and the secluded people weep at the beacons. It is enough for the monarch and his ministers to cultivate virtue again and again.
Poetry works: Five poems about hurting spring (Balang is so far away that it hurts spring, only to find out that the palace has been closed before spring) Poetry author: Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty