What a magnificent scenery Mount Tai is! Out of Qilu, green peaks can still be seen.
The magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north.
Layers of white clouds, cleaning the gully on the chest; The flat bird flew into the eye socket.
Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet.
-Du Fu's "Looking at Yue"
02
Qiu Lai is very concerned about him, but he is not ashamed of Ge Hong for cinnabar.
Drinking crazy songs for nothing, who is arrogant?
-Du Fu's To Li Bai
03
At the door of the rich, dusk carries the dust of fat horses.
There are broken cups and cold roast everywhere.
-Du Fu's "Twenty-two Rhymes of Wei Zuocheng"
04
An old lady sent her to a different county, ten doors away from the snow.
Who can ignore it for a long time and be hungry?
He howled as soon as he started, and his youngest son starved to death.
I would rather give up a mourning, and the alley also sobbed.
Being ashamed of being a father led to come to a bad end.
-Du Fu's "Singing 500 Words from Beijing to Fengxian"
05
In Fuzhou, far away, she is looking at the moonlight, looking at it alone from the window of her room.
For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is.
Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight.
When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? .
-Du Fu's Moonlit Night
06
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.
-Du Fu's Hope for Spring
07
There are thousands of buildings in Ande,
All the poor people in the world are smiling.
The wind and rain are calm as a mountain.
Oh! When I suddenly saw this house,
I can freeze to death alone!
-Du Fu's Autumn Wind Breaking the Cottage
08
The wind is fast and high, the ape cries sadly, and the birds are circling in the white sand.
The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably.
Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness.
After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged.
-Du Fu's "Ascending the Mountain"