Seven-word hymn in praise of going upstairs.

Denglou

(Du Fu's Seven Words)

Flowers are close to tall buildings and far away from my hometown. I am very sad. There are disasters everywhere in this country, so I climbed up to see them.

The spring scenery of Jinjiang flooded in, and the clouds on the mountain, ancient, varied and changeable.

The imperial court, like the North Star, will not change in the end, and the Western Hills of Kohl will not invade Tibet.

However, I felt sorry for the sorrow of a long-lost emperor at dusk and talked with Fu Liang at sunset.