Live in the general's headquarters
Du Fu
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 messenger was dispersed by the vortex of rain and sand, and the gate was closed to a traveler; The mountain is the wall on my road.
However, I endured a miserable life for ten years and found a perch and a twig here. It is safe tonight.
The third of five poems about historic sites
Du Fu
Thousands of mountains and valleys are close to Jingmen, and girls grow up here.
She came out of the purple palace and entered the desert. Now she has become a green grave in the yellow dusk.
Her face! Can you imagine the spring wind? In the moonlight, her soul tinkled back.
The Tatar song on her jade guitar tells her eternal sadness.
A brief but pleasant encounter with my brother-in-law "meets by chance, just for parting"
Li yi
After nearly ten years of war and displacement, adults meet unexpectedly.
I didn't know my name for the first time. I was surprised when I first saw my name. I called my name and remembered that old face.
Talking about the changes of the world after parting, I have been talking about the temple bells at dusk.
Tomorrow you are going to climb the old Baling Road in Qiushan. I wonder how much weight there is?
When welcoming a messenger to the capital.
Cen Can
The distance from the east home is very long, and the tears are wet and the sleeves are still flowing.
I'll meet you immediately, without paper and pen. Please tell my family that I'm safe.
Palace poetry
Gu Kuang
Jade tower rises into the sky and plays bursts of music; The wind blows in the palace with the wind and goes with it.
The moon palace moves, only listening to the monotonous ticking of the night leak; Rolling up the crystal curtains, I seem to be close to the Milky Way.