Aijiangtou Du Fu
Shaoling Ye Lao swallowed his voice and cried, sneaking into the Qujiang River in spring.
Thousands of doors are locked in the palace at Jiangtou, who is the green of the thin willows and new cattails?
Recalling the past when neon banners went down to the South Garden, everything in the garden was full of color.
The first person in Zhaoyang Palace, he will accompany you in the chariot and serve you by your side.
There is a man in front of the chariot with a bow and arrow, and a white horse chews a golden leash.
Turn over and shoot toward the sky, one arrow hitting the two flying wings.
Where are the bright eyes and white teeth now? The blood-stained wandering soul cannot return.
The Liujian Pavilion in the east of Qing Dynasty is deep, and there is no news about each other when we go to live there.
Life is full of love and tears, but rivers and flowers are the ultimate.
At dusk, Hu Qi was full of dust in the city. He wanted to go to the south of the city and forgot about the north and the south.
Du Fu in the Snow
Many new ghosts cry in war, but only the old man cries in sorrow. The clouds are low in the dusk, and the snow is dancing in the wind.
The abandoned ladle has no green color, but the fire in the furnace is red. News from several states has been cut off, and I am worried about sitting upright and writing empty books.
Ge Ye Du Fu
At the end of the year, the yin and yang rush to short scenes, and the sky is frosty and snowy, and the night is cold.
The sound of drums and horns at the fifth watch is solemn and solemn, and the shadow of the stars in the Three Gorges is shaken.
Some families in Yekui heard about the war and were cut down, and fishermen and woodcutters started up in several places in Yige.
The crouching dragon and the leaping horse end in the loess, and people and things are still lonely.