Du fu's poems are known as

Du Fu's poems are called the history of poetry.

Du Fu, in a nice word, called himself Shaoling Night Old. Du Fu's influence on China's classical poetry is far-reaching, and he is called "the sage of poetry" by later generations, and his poems are called "the history of poetry". Du Fu and Li Bai are collectively called "Du Li". Originally from Xiangyang, Hubei Province, he moved to Gongxian County, Henan Province. In order to distinguish Li Shangyin, Du Mu and Xiao Du Li, Du Fu and Li Bai are also called Da Du Li, and Du Fu is often called Lao Du.

It is called the history of poetry: the important historical events mentioned by people are all reflected in his poems; Du Fu's poems provide a broader, more concrete and more vivid picture of life than events. Some of Du Fu's poems can also make up for the loss of history. For example, in "Three Exquisites", the history of killing Yuzhou and Kaizhou is written, but there is no historical record.

Du fu's famous poems

What spring looks like.

Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested.

Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.

The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.

Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.

Shu Xiang

Where is the temple of the famous prime minister in a pine forest near the Silk City?

The steps are dotted with green grass in spring, and birds are chirping happily under the leaves.

The third call aggravated his state affairs, and he gave his sincerity to two generations.

But before he conquered, he died, and since then the heroes have been crying on their coats.

Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night.

Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.

The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.

Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.