Across the wall of Sanqin, across a layer of fog, across a river.
We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions.
After all, the world is just a small place.
Why are you wandering at the fork in the road? The child is holding a towel.
Night parking near Zhangjifeng Bridge
Frosty night,
Jiang Feng sleeps in the fire.
Hanshan Temple outside Gusu,
The midnight bell rang and the passenger ship arrived.
Du Fu's Hope in Spring
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.
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.
I stroke my white hair. It has become so thin that it can no longer hold hairpins.
Du fu sufu
It's a cold autumn night, and I'm lying alone in the town by the river on the Laka tree in this courtyard. I looked at my extinguished candle.
I heard the lonely sound of the horn in the darkness, and the moon was in the sky, but no one shared it with me?
My emissary is scattered by the vortex of rain and sand, and it is difficult to go.
However, I endured a miserable life for ten years and found a perch and a twig here. It is safe tonight.
Du Fu Wang Ye
Xishan is covered with snow all year round, and the three cities are heavily stationed; Nanjiao Bridge spans the majestic Jinjiang River.
After years of war in China, several brothers have been unable to hear from each other; It's a long way from each other, and I'm the only one, right?
Instead, they will hand over the bodies of Gemini in the light of late autumn; So far, not a drop of merit has repaid the wise Huang Sheng.
I travel by horse alone, and my horizons are often wide. The world economy is in recession, which is unimaginable.
Du Fu's two painful and cold journeys before his death.
Ten feet of snow fell in Chang 'an in the Han Dynasty, and horses and cattle were as cold as hedgehogs. The ice in Wuxia of Chu River is in my arms,
The cries of tigers and leopards are unforgettable. Qin Cheng is Lao Yang's guest and used to steam the old.
Xuanrong is angry or angry, but he dare not release it with white hands.
Last year, it snowed in the mountains in Bai Di, and this year, it snowed on the ground in Bai Di. The frozen Wolong Nanpu has shrunk,
Cold air blows the skin, and the north wind benefits. Chu people wear linen all the year round, but Wan Li has no splendor.
Three feet is afraid of breaking, and xi wants to send Ann home.
Liu Yuxi's Nine Poems on Zhi Zhu (Ⅰ)
Spring grass grows at the head of Baidicheng,
Baiyanshan Mountain falls under Qingjiang River.
Southerners come up to sing a song,
Northerners are indifferent to the countryside.
Send Du Fu at the foot of Li Bai Dune
What am I doing here? I lay high in Dune City. There are ancient trees on the edge of the city, and autumn sounds day after day.
Lu wine is not drunk, so sing a song for nothing. If you think of a gentleman, you will send him to the south.