Five-law formula three: pursed without rhyme.
⊙ Flat, flat (rhyme).
⊙ Flat, flat (rhyme).
⊙ Flat, flat (rhyme).
⊙ Flat, flat (rhyme).
Du Fu 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.
Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.