Three Poems by Du Fu

Wang Yue (Du Fu)

What a magnificent scenery Mount Tai is! Out of Qilu, green peaks can still be seen.

Nature/Bell/Magic Show, Yin and Yang/Cutting/Dim Dawn.

Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly back and forth in front of my nervous eyes. ..

Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet.

Wang Chun (Du Fu)

The country is broken/the mountains and rivers are present, the city is spring/the vegetation is deep.

Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.

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.

Li Shihao (Du Fu)

At dusk, officials arrested people at night. The old man climbed over the wall and left, while the old woman went out to watch.

No matter how angry officials are, why do women cry!

Before listening to his wife's speech: three men are guarding Yecheng. One man attached a book, and two men died. Survivors/drag out an ignoble existence, the dead/long gone! There is no one in the room, only a baby and a grandson. And grandma didn't go, and there was no skirt in and out. Although the old woman is physically weak, please come back at night and be anxious to prepare for cooking in the morning. The night is long and silent, like crying and choking. Dawn will rise into the future, leaving the old man alone.