Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
A hundred flowers strive for the best, and beginning of spring should be the best.
Less need good colors, more branches.
Peach and plum branches can always move around.
How expensive it is, but I'm afraid someone will know.
What spring looks like.
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
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.
Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night.
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.
Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
The first poem of the quatrains.
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
"Two orioles sing green willows, and egrets cover the sky."
My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.
The second poem of the quatrains.
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
Jiangshan bathed in spring, how beautiful, flowers send flowers.
Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach.
Spring is far away
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
Susu tidbits are late, flying lycopene is light.
Days are long, birds are long, and spring is far away.
The number is related to chaos, and it is never clear outside the sword.
Hometown can't return, and the land enters Yafu camp.