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Jiangcun Du Fu
The Qingjiang River hugs the village, but everything in the Changxia River Village is quiet.
The swallows on the beams come and go, and the gulls in the water are close to each other.
The old wife draws paper to make a chess game, while the child knocks needles to make a fishing hook.
But if there are old friends offering Lumi, what else can a tiny body ask for? Qiang Village
One
To the west of the majestic red clouds, the ground is flat under the sun's feet⑴.
The birds in Chaimen are noisy, and the returning guests have arrived from thousands of miles away.
The wife and children blamed me for being there, but they were still shocked and wiped away their tears⑶.
The world is in chaos and wandering, but survival happens by chance ⑷!
The neighbors were all over the wall, sighing and sighing.
Lighting up the candle at night is relatively like sleeping in a dream⑹.
Second
I am forced to live an ignoble life in my old age and have little fun at home⑺.
The delicate child never leaves her knees: she is afraid that I will come back but go away⑻.
Reminiscing about the past, I liked the cool weather, so I walked around the tree beside the pond⑼.
The north wind is blowing, and the wind is blowing, and everything is worrying.
I know the harvest of grain and millet, but I already feel bad bed note ⑾.
Now is enough time to think about it, and use it to comfort your late life.
Third
The chickens are crowing wildly, and the chickens are fighting with each other.
Driving the chickens up the trees, I heard the sound of knocking on firewood and thorns.
Four or five elders asked me about my long journey.
Everyone has something to carry in his hand, pouring out the turbid and clearing it up⒂.
Don’t say that the wine tastes weak⒃, and the millet fields are unploughed.
The war has not ceased, and the children are marching eastward.
Please sing an old song for your father: Difficulty and affection.
After singing, I looked up to the sky and sighed, all four of them burst into tears.
"Looking for a Thatched Cottage in Xizhi Village, Two Poems Praising the Gongtu Room for Staying Overnight" came out of Guo Xiao's delicate cens, and the narrow road was covered with hazelnuts. The stream flows with flowing water and can be crossed repeatedly with twists and turns.
Zan Gong Decoction helps you to calm your mind. Yesterday I wrote in vain about the interesting things in the rocks.
Hand in hand with joy, we can go far together. The first thing to do is to climb the mountain first, and look back with dizzy eyes.
The Yanggang is warm and the Yinling is harsh. The old vine is melancholy, and the bent tree is brooding.
The divination intention has not yet been revealed, and the staff will return and it will be dusk. The sun is still setting on the top of the building, and many of the early vines have been exposed.
The birds have returned in the cold weather, and people are even quieter when the moon comes out. The earthen chamber is filled with white light, and the pine gate is filled with sparse shadows.
The days are short when we are tired of climbing, but the music and words are sent to the night forever. The firewood in the forest is burned brightly, and the well is dug at the bottom of the stone secretly.
The master’s capital is old and his country is old, and his virtues and professions are endowed with secrets. I have always supported Xu You, and his interests are very different.
There are many strange passers and fortresses, and the roads are wide and there are Ji Ying. How could one know that between the army and the horse, there will be a screen of earthly affairs again.
Looking all the way, there are mountains in the distance. The morning light is a little fainter, and it reaches the southwestern summit
Ji Qiujiang Village
The ancient ruins of Qiaomu Village are covered with sparse fences and wild vines. Qingqin is about to have a free day, and his white head is looking at the frosty sky. The top of the bunk is yellow and sweet, and the support bed is round with brocade stones. Although the journey is lonely, it is difficult to see these mountains and rivers.
Five Poems on Spring River Village
Author: Du Fu
Farming is urgent in every village, and the spring stream runs deep along the banks.
Thousands of clairvoyances of the universe, and a century-old heart of time.
The hut is worthy of a gift, and the peach source can be found.
Difficult and ignorant of physiology, I have been wandering until now.
I came all the way to Sanshu, but it took another six years.
The guest is reunited with old friends, and he thrives in Linquan.
I am too lazy to tie my clothes, and I wear my shoes when I travel frequently.
The barriers are quite unlimited, and you can do whatever you want toward the river and the sky.
Plant bamboos and emerald greens, and plant peaches in brilliant red.
Looking at the stone mirror and the moon, you can see the snowy mountain wind in front of you.
The red officer follows the king's order, and the silver seal is paid to the old man.
Who knows that if your teeth fall out, your reputation will be ruined and you will be recommended to the virtuous ones.
The shogunate is ashamed of its talents.
The clear silk curls outside the swallow, and the water leaves bloom beside the gull.
My neighbor gave me fish and turtles and asked me if I could count them.
The bandits mourned Wang Can and summoned Jia Sheng in his middle age.
When I first climbed up the stairs, I made a lot of achievements, and I was actually proud of it.
If you read the biographies of sages at home, you will be known as a scholar with high talents.
I was pregnant with two sons at different times, and my love returned in spring.
Poetry name: Village Night
Era: Tang Dynasty
Author: Du Fu
Content: The scenery is bleak and the scenery is twilight, but the people in Jiangtou are not good enough. The rain in the village is urgent, and the fire is burning in the neighborhood at night.
How difficult it is for Hu Jie to be a fisherman and a woodcutter. There are brothers in the Central Plains, and they are full of affection thousands of miles away.
Although it rains heavily when we arrive at Bijian in the village, there is less mud in the autumn sand.
The dragon attracts the flowers, and the lotus stalks the flowers.
When I was old, I went to join the army, and when I came back, I spread my horseshoes.
The rice beams must be lined up, and the hazel grass is fascinated.
Thinking about Jiang and Han while accumulating, and sparing stubborn confusion about the surrounding areas.
For a little reward, I can return to my old forest.
Cun Yu Poet: Du Fu Dynasty: Tang The sound of rain has been heard for two nights, and the weather is cold and the autumn is high. Pull out the belt to see Zhu Fu, open the box and see the black fur.
The world is only good for sleep, and thieves dare to forget their worries. The pine and chrysanthemums are newly stained and washed, and the thatched cottage comforts the distant travels.