Two poems recalling the past
Du Fu
Back in the heyday of Kaiyuan, there were thousands of families in the small town. Rice is fat and white, and public and private warehouses are rich.
There are no wolves and tigers on the road in Kyushu, which is a good day to travel. Wan Qi, Lu Mao, driver class, male plow female mulberry.
The sage in the palace plays the cloud gate, and all friends in the world are sticky. There has been no catastrophe for more than 100 years, and Uncle Sun has learned Xiao He's law.
Do you smell a piece of silk worth 10 thousand yuan? Today, a field is bleeding. Luoyang Palace was burnt out, and the Fox and Rabbit Cave was newly demolished in the ancestral hall.
I can't bear to ask my age, but I'm afraid I'll leave at the beginning. My junior minister, Lu Chong, was powerless, and the imperial court remembered his official title.
Zhou Xuan zhongxing looked at my emperor, spilling blood and Jianghan's physical strength declined.
Synopsis of this poem: In the heyday of the Tang Dynasty, the people were happy, and the avenue was not forgotten. In the 14th year of Tianbao, Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty (AD 755), it came to an abrupt end, "until the sound of drums resounded through Yuyang and shook the earth", which led to the outbreak of "The Forbidden City, a nine-story palace, was hidden in the dust"-"An Shi Rebellion". The Tang Dynasty fell sharply from its peak, and the most brilliant historical drama in China's history was suddenly bleak. However, there is an outstanding English generation. In the magnificent historical era, new heroes will emerge according to the situation, colorful and heroic, which is dizzying.