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.
The autumn wind broke the hut.
In August and autumn, the wind roared and rolled up my three hairs.
Mao Fei crossed the river and sprinkled it on the periphery of the river. The highest one hung with a long forest top.
The next person floats to Shentang 'ao. The children in Nancun bullied me,
I couldn't bear to be a thief across the street, but openly carried Mao into the bamboo forest.
My lips are burnt, my mouth is dry, and I can't breathe. When I came back, I sighed at my staff.
In an instant, the wind will set the color of the clouds and ink, and the autumn will be bleak and dark.
This cloth has been as cold as iron for many years, and Joule has been lying down and cracking.
There is no dry place in the bedside table, and the feet are numb with rain.
How can you get wet all night since you are in a mess and don't get enough sleep!
There are thousands of luxury houses in Ande, which greatly protect the poor in the world and make them happy.
The wind and rain are calm as a mountain. Oh!
When I suddenly see this house in front of me, I will freeze to death alone!
3. Shu Xiang
Where is the temple of the famous prime minister,
In a pine forest near the Silk City.
The green grass in spring dyed the steps red,
Birds are chirping happily under the leaves.
The third summons asked him to deal with state affairs,
He gave his heart to two generations.
But before he conquered, he was dead,
Since then, heroes have been crying on their coats.
Think of my brothers on a moonlit night.
A vagrant heard the drums heralding the battle,
The first call of a wild goose on the border in autumn.
He knew that the dew tonight would be frost,
How bright the moonlight is at home! .
Oh, my brothers, lost and scattered,
What does life without you mean to me? .
But if something goes wrong with peacetime letters,
What can I expect during the war? .
5. Wild Hope Du Fu
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.
2. What poems show Du Fu's concern for the country and the people? The vegetation in Danqing ancient empty mountain has a long history. After resigning, my Lord will no longer lie in Nanyang Eight Arrays. The name of the country will become an eight-array. Beside the changing river, there stands a stone texture. He has never conquered the kingdom of Wu Guiyan, and his grief has come to Wan Li for several years, which will break his heart. The geese in Jiangcheng flew north and met Li Guinian in the Qi Palace. It's common to see Cui the last few times. It is the time when the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is exhausted. How magnificent it is for every monarch to look at the sacred Mount Tai! Endless green stretches across Qi and Lu. ..
The magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north. Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly back and forth in front of my nervous eyes. Once you climb to the top of the mountain and peek, you will see that other mountains are short in the sky. ..
For Wei Ba in Chu Shi, meeting friends is almost as difficult as the morning star and the evening star. Tonight is a rare event, and this lamp is candlelight.
Two men who were young not long ago now have gray temples. It shocked us to find that half of our friends had died, which made us sad.
We didn't expect that it would be twenty years before I could come to see you again. You were unmarried when I left, but now these boys and girls are in a row.
They were very kind to their father's old friends. They asked me where I went during the trip. Then, when we talked for a while, they brought me wine and dishes.
Spring chives are cut in the night rain, and brown rice is cooked fresh in a special way. My host announced that it was a festival, and he urged me to drink ten cups.
But what kind of ten glasses of wine can make me so drunk, because your love is always in my heart. . The mountains will separate us tomorrow. Who can say for sure after tomorrow? .
Who is cuter than her? However, she lives alone in an empty valley. She told me that she came from a good family and now she is humble to the dust.
When the problem appeared in the customs area, her brother and close relatives were killed. What's the use of them in high positions, they can't even protect their own lives? .
The world is dismissive of adversity, and hope will go out like the light of a candle. Her husband, with a wandering heart, is looking for a new face like jade.
When the morning glory is rolled up at night, the mandarin ducks lie side by side. All he can see is the smile of his new love, but he can't hear the cry of his old love! The stream is pure at the source of the mountain, but its water turns dark far away from the mountain.
Wait for her maid to come back after selling pearls, and then she needs straw to build the roof. She picked some flowers, not for her hair, but for letting pine needles fall from her fingers.
She forgot the thin silk sleeves and the cold, and leaned against a tall bamboo. When death is the cause of parting, there will be sobs, but life will leave again and again, which is one of Li Bai's two dreams.
In the poisonous tide of the southern river, you didn't bring me any signs of exile. Until you appeared in my dream last night, because I have been thinking about you.
However, how can you raise your wings and use them from the middle net of your net? ? I doubt it's really you, venturing a long way. You came to me through the green forest, and you disappeared in front of a dark castle.
I woke up, and the low moon flashed on the rafters, as if it were your face, still floating in the air. There is water to pass through. They are wild. If you fall, there will be dragons and monsters in the river.
I dreamed of two poems by Li Bai (Part II). The clouds that floated across the sky all day may be like a wanderer and never come back. I see you in my dreams every night, and you know what you mean to me.
The difference is that you always look in a hurry and always talk about how easy it is to meet. There are many dangerous waves on the rivers and lakes, and I am worried that your ship will capsize and sink.
When he went out, he scratched his head with white hair and regretted that he had failed his life. Gao Che Li Fu is the capital, and you are brilliant, and you are haggard.
Who can say that the principle of justice is not Qiren in old age, but innocent bondage? Even if there is a good name handed down from generation to generation, it is difficult to make up for the sad loss.
No one painted a horse in this dynasty. General Cao painted a horse in the minister's house, just like Prince Jiangdu. Then the general sergeant turned the eyes of the world to compete for the royal horse through his 30-year fame.
He painted the luminous white horse of the late emperor, Ten Days Leifeilong Lake. A pink agate plate was sent to the palace, which became the talk of ladies-in-waiting and a miracle in everyone's eyes.
The general bowed and danced, and accepted it in his distinguished home. After this rare gift, fine silk followed. Many nobles demanded his art to add new luster to their screens.
The former Taizong boxing hair [Ma Jian] was Guo and a lion zebra. But now I see two horses in this painting.
For those who know them, this is a thought-provoking sight. They are war horses. Either way, it is possible to face 10 thousand people. They let the white silk extend to a vast desert.
The other seven people with them are almost as noble, and fog and snow are moving in the cold sky. Horseshoe splits the snowdrift under the big tree. There are a group of officers here and a group of servants there.
Look at how these nine horses compete with each other, with a clear glance and a firm breath. Who understands the difference? Who really cares about art? , you,, all follow Cao; Zhi Dun preceded him.
I remember when the late emperor walked to his Summer Palace, the team of green feathers swept across the eastern sky. 30,000 horses, prancing horse, Mercedes-Benz, fashionable, each like the horse in this painting.
But now the ghost of the emperor got the secret jade from the river god, because the emperor no longer hunted crocodiles by the river. Where you see his huge golden tomb, you may hear it in the pine forest.
A bird is sad in the wind because the emperor's horse is missing. General, descendants of Wei Wudi, a song and a picture are dedicated to General Cao. You are more noble than being a nobleman now.
The era of heroic separatism is gone forever, and Cao Jiawen's chapter is still in your hands. In calligraphy, your first master, Mrs. Wei, just didn't surpass it.
Indulge in painting, you know that the age of youth is coming. In fact, wealth and status are floating away like clouds to me. During the Kaiyuan period, you spent a lot of time with the emperor and often accompanied him to Nanfengyuan.
The portrait of the hero in Lingyan Pavilion has faded, and Jiang Caojun can't brush away the repainted noodles. The head wears a Jinshi crown, and the warrior wears a big feather arrow on his waist.
You kept every hair of the founders of this dynasty alive, as if they had just returned from a fierce battle. The first emperor had a horse named Yuhua, and artists imitated it in various postures.
On that day, the jade flower was taken into the temple, and the red rank was erected at the palace gate to increase its prestige. Then, general, I ordered you to continue your work. You concentrated all your money on a piece of silk.
After a while, the dragon horse appeared on silk, which was much more mediocre than all generations of horses. If a real horse falls on the emperor's bed, the picture of the horse's bed is the same as the rank of standing in front of the real horse.
The emperor smiled and urged the left and right to give you gold, and the servant and the groom were all stunned. Han Gan, a student of the general, can draw a horse and has many good images.
Han Gan's painting shows no inner spirit, which often kills Liu Hua's horse of life. You, beyond simple skills, used your art sacredly, showing not only the horse, but the life of a good man.
Now you are wandering in this war-torn society, and ordinary paintings are ordinary passers-by. People notice your situation with their eyes. No one is purer than you, and no one is poorer than you.
I read in the records that from the earliest time, its body was bound by soil all day! I am sad. My thoughts were all in Yueyang, and I rushed to a letter to Yu Shihan-but I was ill in bed. After crossing the river, Koreans noticed how good his conduct was and often looked around in Dongting Lake.
Swan has soared away from the sun and the moon, maple leaves have turned red, and autumn has declined. The wise disciples gathered to follow the Big Dipper, some riding Kirin and some riding Phoenix.
Lotus-like flags were submerged by smoke, and Xiaoxiang's reflection floated in the direction of ripples. Indulge in the jade dew in Xianwangxinggong, feathers are rare, not from nearby.
I heard that he seems to be a former red pine, and I'm afraid he is more like Sean in South Korea in the early Han Dynasty. At that time, he was the capital of Liu Bang and Chang 'an, and his heart disease has not changed.
The success or failure of the national cause is to stand by and hate the rancid smell of maple. Sima Qian of Thailand lamented since ancient times, wishing him to be like the old man in Changtai, Antarctica, Yongchang.
Ah, purity, catching you from the autumn water and putting you as a tribute in the royal jade court? Cooper, next to the great Prime Minister's Temple stands an ancient cypress tree with a green bronze trunk and a stone root. The circumference of its white bark will reach forty people, and the blue top of its cuiyu is a paradise of 2,000 feet.
Since the era of a great ruler and great politician, their trees are now loved and respected by the people. Clouds come from afar, from Wuya, and the snow peaks are reflected in the cold moon.
Yesterday, I found Tong Wang's palace in the east of Siting. His trees and strange branches make the whole landscape old, although the colors of windows and doors are fresh.
The deep roots are so firmly rooted in the ground that its lonely branches can withstand the weight of the wind. Its only protection is divine power, and its only patience is the art of the creator.
When beams are needed to repair a big house, although cows shake their heads, they can't move a mountain. Although a tree doesn't write a memorial, people understand that it can't be used unless they cut it down? Its bitter heart may now be occupied by black ants and white ants, but its scented leaves used to be the nests of phoenixes and pheasants.
Let smart and promising people not complain, the bigger the wood, the harder it is to use! On October 19th, the second year of Dali, one of Mrs. Sun's female students, in Song of Sword Dancing, Qui-fu drove to the palace to see Li Linying's Shierniang's swordsmanship, which was powerful. When he asked the teacher, he said, I am a disciple of Gong Sundaniang.
In the third year of Kaiyuan, when I was a child, I recorded the vigor of Gongsun Jianfa in Yancheng. When you are frustrated, you are the only one.
Among the insiders who voted for the Second Season Square in Yichun Liyuan since high school, Xiao was a dancer, but at first, Gongsun was just a person. Jade looks gorgeous and white! Today, my disciples are also ashamed.
Since we can distinguish its origin, we can know the wave. Generous, talk like a sword.
Zhang Xushan, a former Wu man, wrote cursive calligraphy posts and tasted swordsmanship in Xihe, Yexian County. Since then, cursive calligraphy has improved, and he is grateful. That is, gongsun knows! A few years ago, there was a beautiful Gongsun who danced her dagger from all directions.
The audience is like a mountain lost between them, and the world moves back and forth with her movements. As bright as an archer shooting down the nine suns in the sky, as fast as an angel in front of a dragon's wings.
She began to be like a thunderbolt, venting its anger and ending the shining calm like rivers and seas. But those red lips and pearl sleeves disappeared, and no one except this student smelled of her fame.
This beautiful woman from Linying, White God Town, still dances and sings happily. When we answer each other's questions, we sigh together and feel sad for the changes that have taken place.
There were 8,000 women and men in the court of the late emperor.
3. Du Fu wrote in the poem "Spring Hope": Although the country is divided, the mountains and rivers will last forever, and the vegetation will spring back.
Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. But before he conquered, he was dead. Since then, in Shuxiang, heroes have been crying on their coats! The leaves fell like a waterfall, and I watched the long river roll forward on the way up the mountain.
Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness. In the song "The Hut is Broken by Autumn Wind", there are thousands of great shelters in Ande Guangsha, and all the poor people in the world are happy and calm. When I suddenly saw this house, my house was broken and froze to death, which was enough in "The Car Shop": Ma Xiaoxiao, each of you had a bow and quiver on your belt, my parents' wife, until the dust buried the bridge outside Chang 'an.
They run after you, crying, tugging at your sleeve, and the plaintive voice goes up to the cloud "On Meeting Li Guinian": It's the beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, meeting you when the flowers fall. While loudly singing my songs, I deeply drank my wine and started the green spring in my home in "Wen Restores Henan and Hebei". Come back from this mountain, pass another mountain, go up from the south and then go north-to my own town! .