The Thatched Cottage
Author: Du Fu (Tang Dynasty)
In the past I went to the Thatched Cottage, and the barbarians blocked Chengdu. Now I return to the thatched cottage, and I am safe in Chengdu.
When Chen Chu was in trouble, it only took a moment to repeat. When the general goes to the court, a group of young people have different plans.
Beheading the white horse in the middle of the night shows that the alliance is already strong. Take Qiongnan soldiers to the west and cut off the sword pavilion corner to the north.
Dozens of civilians also live in the city. Its power is not great, and it is only then that we hear that Tibetan and Han Dynasties are different.
The Western soldiers turned against each other, and the traitors and ministers killed each other. How could one know that the calamity of the elbows and armpits would be caused by the owl and stag disciples?
The righteous men are all indignant, and the discipline and principles are in chaos. A country has three true princes, and ten thousand people want to be fish.
Who is willing to identify the innocent when singing and making power? There are weapons and instruments in front of you, and the sheng and yu are playing behind you.
They talk and laugh while killing, and the streets are covered with blood. To this day, when the ax is used, the wind and rain can hear the howl.
The ghost concubine and the ghost horse are both entertaining and sad. The national laws are here, and this is enough to be alarming.
I am a cheap man and I have been running around for three years to see Soochow. The arc arrows are hidden in the rivers and seas, making it difficult to travel across the five lakes.
I couldn’t bear to abandon this and come back to Nai Zhenwu. There are four pines at the entrance, and thousands of bamboos at every step.
The old dog is happy for me to return and wanders low into the clothes. My neighbors are happy for me to return, and I am carrying gourds and wine.
The high official was delighted that I had come and sent his horse to ask what he wanted. The city is happy for me to come, and the guests are in the village.
The world is not at peace yet, and a healthy man is better than a rotten scholar. Where can I leave this old man among the wind and dust?
At that time, warts were seen, but the bone marrow was fortunately not withered. Drinking and pecking makes me feel guilty for remnant of my life. I dare not eat any more than I am eating.