Angry, leaning on the railing, resting in the rain.
Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce.
Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon.
Don't be idle, it's white and sad.
Jingkang shame, still not snow; When do courtiers hate their guts!
Driving a long car, breaking through the lack of Helan Mountain.
Eat pork when you are hungry, and drink Hun blood when you are thirsty.
Stay from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and go to the sky.
1 1 4th of the month is a stormy day. Some thoughts about autumn night, when the hedge keeper meets the cold at dawn.
I lay sprawled in my lonely country, not feeling sad about my situation, but thinking about defending the frontier of the country. 3. East of Wan Li River flows into the sea, reaching a height of 5,000 meters.
The night will be over, I lie in bed listening to the sound of wind and rain, in a daze in my dream, riding an armored horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield. The adherents wept in the dust and looked south to Julian Waghann for another year.
Imperial forces recaptured Du Fu on both sides of the Yellow River.
The news of this distant western station! The north has been recovered! At first, I couldn't stop crying on my coat.
Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. However, I packed my books and poems crazily.
On a green spring day, I began to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine.
Come back from this mountain, pass another mountain, go up from the south and then go north-to my own town! .