mansion/residence of a prince
What a magnificent scenery Mount Tai is! Endless green spans Qilu and Qilu. ..
The magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north.
Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly back and forth in front of my nervous eyes. ,
Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet.
To Wei Ba, Chu Shi and Du Fu.
It is almost as difficult for friends to meet each other as the stars in the morning and evening.
Tonight is a rare event, and this lamp is candlelight.
Two men who were young not long ago now have gray temples.
It shocked us to find that half of our friends had died, which made us sad.
We didn't expect that it would be twenty years before I could come to see you again.
You were unmarried when I left, but now these boys and girls are in a row.
They were very kind to their father's old friends. They asked me where I went during the trip.
Then, when we talked for a while, they brought me wine and dishes.
Spring chives are cut in the night rain, and brown rice is cooked fresh in a special way.
My host announced that it was a festival, and he urged me to drink ten cups.
But what kind of ten glasses of wine can make me so drunk, because your love is always in my heart. .
The mountains will separate us tomorrow. Who can say for sure after tomorrow? .
Jia ren du fu
Who is cuter than her? However, she lives alone in an empty valley.
She told me that she came from a good family and now she is humble to the dust.
When the problem appeared in the customs area, her brother and close relatives were killed.
What's the use of them in high positions, they can't even protect their own lives? .
The world is dismissive of adversity, and hope will go out like the light of a candle.
Her husband, with a wandering heart, is looking for a new face like jade.
When the morning glory is rolled up at night, the mandarin ducks lie side by side.
All he can see is the smile of his new love, but he can't hear the cry of his old love!
The stream is pure at the source of the mountain, but its water turns dark far away from the mountain.
Wait for her maid to come back after selling pearls, and then she needs straw to build the roof.
She picked some flowers, not for her hair, but for letting pine needles fall from her fingers.
She forgot the thin silk sleeves and the cold, and leaned against a tall bamboo.
One of Du Fu's and Li Bai's dreams.
When death is the reason for parting, people will cry, but life leaves again and again.
You didn't bring me any signs of exile in the poisonous humidity of the southern river.
Until you appeared in my dream last night, because I have been thinking about you.
However, how can you raise your wings and use them from the middle net of your net? ?
I doubt it's really you, venturing a long way.
You came to me through the green forest, and you disappeared in front of a dark castle.
I woke up, and the low moon flashed on the rafters, as if it were your face, still floating in the air.
There is water to pass through. They are wild. If you fall, there will be dragons and monsters in the river.
Du Fu and Li Bai have two dreams.
Clouds are floating in the sky, but old friends have gone for a long time.
I see you in my dreams every night, and you know what you mean to me.
The difference is that you always look in a hurry and always talk about how easy it is to meet.
There are many dangerous waves on the rivers and lakes, and I am worried that your ship will capsize and sink.
When he went out, he scratched his head with white hair and regretted that he had failed his life.
Gao Che Li Fu is the capital, and you are brilliant, and you are haggard.
Who can say that the principle of justice is not Qiren in old age, but innocent bondage?
Even if there is a good name handed down from generation to generation, it is difficult to make up for the sad loss.
Du Fu in Eight Arrays
During the Three Kingdoms period, you made unparalleled achievements, and you gained a permanent reputation by invading.
This river won't divert the stones from your disposal, and you will always regret that you will destroy Wu's unwise.
Du Fu in Moonlit Night
In Fuzhou, far away, she is looking at the moonlight, looking at it alone from the window of her room.
For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is.
Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight.
When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? ?
Du Fu in Spring
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.
Du Fu kept vigil in the left courtyard of the palace.
The low wall on the left side of the temple blocks the flowers. It is twilight, nightingale and a group of birds are singing.
In the palace, thousands of families seem to be flashing, approaching the announcement that there should be more moonlight.
I didn't dare to sleep at night, but I heard the key unlock the door, the night wind murmured, and the voice of missing floated to Grelott.
I have a petition to submit in the morning, and I have been asking what time it is all night.
Zhide just came out of Beijing Jinguangmen in the second year and asked to return to Fengxiang. In the early Yuan Dynasty, it was picked up from the left and moved to Huazhou. Say goodbye to relatives and friends, because I am out of this door. Have a sad past. Du Fu
This year, from Jinmen Road to Fengxiang and the western suburbs of Chang 'an, there is a history that rebels are in chaos.
Until now, when I think about it, I am still worried. Some people are not attracted back and are still afraid of honesty.
Now that the imperial court is back, it's all over the city, and the emperor has sent me away again?
Forget it, my mediocrity is getting old day by day, bid farewell to Chang 'an and look back at the cornices of Qiangong!
Du Fu's Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night
A vagrant heard the drums heralding the battle, which was the first call of a wild goose on the border in autumn.
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.
Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.
Du Fu to Li Bai's End of the Sky
A cold wind is blowing from the distant sky. What are you thinking, old friend? ?
The geese never answered me, and the rivers, lakes and seas were flooded by rain.
A poet should be careful to prosper, but the devil can trouble a vagrant.
It should be * * * murder. Throw him the poem, where he drowned himself in the Milo River.
Du Fu bid farewell to General Yan at the station.
Send you away from here, green hills and empty air, double parting.
When can we raise our glasses again? We walked in the moonlight last night.
Everyone in every county praises you and can't bear to leave you. How glorious you are in the Three Dynasties.
Now I go back to my riverside village and enter the final loneliness.
Du Fu's Leaving the Tomb of Prime Minister Fang
I had to come back from this distant place, and I dismounted next to your lonely grave.
The place where I stood was wet with my tears, and the sky was dark with broken clouds.
I once played chess with the Prime Minister, and now I want to take the dagger he wants to my master.
But I only saw petals falling, and I only heard Suzaku respond.
Du Fu's One Night in a Foreign Country
The breeze rippled on the grassy coast, through the night, and blew to my still mast.
The endless plains are dotted with drooping stars. The moon runs with the river.
If only my art could make me famous. Free my sick old age from the office! .
Flying around, flying around, what am I like, just a sandpiper in the vast world! .
Du Fu is in Yueyang Tower.
I heard that Dongting Lake is magnificent before, but today's wish has finally reached Yueyang Tower.
The vast lake tore Wu Chu apart, as if the sun, moon and stars were floating in the water.
There is no news from my friends or relatives. I am old and sick, drifting in a boat.
The battle of the north gate began again, and I cried through the railing.
Du Fu, General Cao's horse painter, is at the secretary's house.
No one painted horses in this dynasty, like the master spirit, Prince Jiangdu.
Then the general sergeant turned the eyes of the world to compete for the royal horse through his 30-year fame.
He painted the luminous white horse of the late emperor, Ten Days Leifeilong Lake.
A pink agate plate was sent to the palace, which became the talk of ladies-in-waiting and a miracle in everyone's eyes.
The general bowed and danced, and accepted it in his distinguished home. After this rare gift, fine silk followed.
Many nobles demanded his art to add new luster to their screens.
First, the curly horse of Emperor Taizong, and then the lion zebra of Guo.
But now I see two horses in this painting. For those who know them, this is a thought-provoking sight.
They are war horses. Either way, it is possible to face 10 thousand people. They let the white silk extend to a vast desert.
The other seven people with them are almost as noble, and fog and snow are moving in the cold sky.
Horseshoe splits the snowdrift under the big tree. There are a group of officers here and a group of servants there.
Look at how these nine horses compete with each other, with a clear glance and a firm breath.
Who understands the difference? Who really cares about art? , you,, all follow Cao; Zhi Dun preceded him.
I remember when the late emperor walked to his Summer Palace, the team of green feathers swept across the eastern sky.
30,000 horses, prancing horse, Mercedes-Benz, fashionable, each like the horse in this painting.
But now the ghost of the emperor got the secret jade from the river god, because the emperor no longer hunted crocodiles by the river.
Where you see his huge golden tomb, you may hear it in the pine forest. A bird is sad in the wind because the emperor's horse is missing.
A famous painting by Du Fu is dedicated to General Cao.
General, you are a descendant of Wei Wudi, and now you are more noble than being a nobleman.
The era of heroic separatism is gone forever, and Cao Jiawen's chapter is still in your hands.
In calligraphy, your first master, Mrs. Wei, just didn't surpass it.
Indulge in painting, you know that the age of youth is coming. In fact, wealth and status are floating away like clouds to me.
During the Kaiyuan period, you spent a lot of time with the emperor and often accompanied him to Nanfengyuan.
The portrait of the hero in Lingyan Pavilion has faded, and Jiang Caojun can't brush away the repainted noodles.
The head wears a Jinshi crown, and the warrior wears a big feather arrow on his waist.
You kept every hair of the founders of this dynasty alive, as if they had just returned from a fierce battle.
The first emperor had a horse named Yuhua, and artists imitated it in various postures.
On that day, the jade flower was taken into the temple, and the red rank was erected at the palace gate to increase its prestige.
Then, general, I ordered you to continue your work. You concentrated all your money on a piece of silk.
After a while, the dragon horse appeared on silk, which was much more mediocre than all generations of horses.
If a real horse falls on the emperor's bed, the picture of the horse's bed is the same as the rank of standing in front of the real horse.
The emperor smiled and urged the left and right to give you gold, and the servant and the groom were all stunned.
Han Gan, a student of the general, can draw a horse and has many good images.
Han Gan's painting shows no inner spirit, which often kills Liu Hua's horse of life.
You, beyond simple skills, used your art sacredly, showing not only the horse, but the life of a good man.
Now you are wandering in this war-torn society, and ordinary paintings are ordinary passers-by.
People notice your situation with their eyes. No one is purer than you, and no one is poorer than you.
From the earliest time, I have been reading records all day? ? Wrap it up!
Du Fu wrote to Imperial History Han.
At present, I miss Yueyang in a bad mood, and my body wants to fly sick and make me bedridden.
After crossing the river, Koreans noticed how good his conduct was and often looked around in Dongting Lake.
Swan has soared away from the sun and the moon, maple leaves have turned red, and autumn has declined.
The wise disciples gathered to follow the Big Dipper, some riding Kirin and some riding Phoenix.
Lotus-like flags were submerged by smoke, and Xiaoxiang's reflection floated in the direction of ripples.
Indulge in the jade dew in Xianwangxinggong, feathers are rare, not from nearby.
I heard that he seems to be a former red pine, and I'm afraid he is more like Sean in South Korea in the early Han Dynasty.
At that time, he was the capital of Liu Bang and Chang 'an, and his heart disease has not changed.
The success or failure of the national cause is to stand by and hate the rancid smell of maple.
Sima Qian of Thailand lamented since ancient times, wishing him to be like the old man in Changtai, Antarctica, Yongchang.
Ah, purity, catching you from the autumn water and putting you as a tribute in the royal jade court?
Du fu, the ancient people
Next to the Great Prime Minister's Temple, stands a Cooper with a green bronze trunk and a stone root.
The circumference of its white bark will reach forty people, and the blue top of its cuiyu is a paradise of 2,000 feet.
Since the era of a great ruler and great politician, their trees are now loved and respected by the people.
Clouds come from afar, from Wuya, and the snow peaks are reflected in the cold moon.
Yesterday I found in the east of Siting that ancient rulers and wise politicians were worshipping in a temple.
His trees and strange branches make the whole landscape old, although the colors of windows and doors are fresh.
The deep roots are so firmly rooted in the ground that its lonely branches can withstand the weight of the wind.
Its only protection is divine power, and its only patience is the art of the creator.
When beams are needed to repair a big house, although cows shake their heads, they can't move a mountain.
Although a tree doesn't write a memorial, people understand that it can't be used unless they cut it down?
Its bitter heart may now be occupied by black ants and white ants, but its scented leaves used to be the nests of phoenixes and pheasants.
Let smart and promising people not complain, the bigger the wood, the harder it is to use!
Du Fu's "Dancing with Knives and Axes" and Lady Gongsun's Female Disciple
On October 19, the second year of Dali, Qui-fu drove to the twelve maiden's house to watch the sword dance, which was magnificent. ask
His teacher said: Foolish Gong Sundaniang's disciple is also. In the third year of Kaiyuan, when I was a child, I recorded in Yancheng to watch Gongsun's sword-dancing device.
Uneasy. When you are frustrated, you are the only one. Gaotou Yichun Liyuan Erjifang is a native of Waichong, and Xiao is a dancer.
At the beginning of the emperor, Sun was alone. Jade looks gorgeous and white! Today, my disciples are also ashamed. acknowledged
Its origin is unknown. Generous, talk like a sword. Zhang Xushan, a former Wu Man, wrote cursive notes and tasted them several times.
Ye Xian saw Gong Sundaniang dancing Xihe sword, and since then cursive script has improved, so he was very grateful. That is, gongsun knows!
A few years ago, there was a beautiful Gongsun who danced her dagger from all directions.
The audience is like a mountain lost between them, and the world moves back and forth with her movements.
As bright as an archer shooting down the nine suns in the sky, as fast as an angel in front of a dragon's wings.
She began to be like a thunderbolt, venting its anger and ending the shining calm like rivers and seas.
But those red lips and pearl sleeves disappeared, and no one except this student smelled of her fame.
This beautiful woman from Linying, White God Town, still dances and sings happily.
When we answer each other's questions, we sigh together and feel sad for the changes that have taken place.
There are 8,000 ladies-in-waiting in the harem, but none of them can dance short sword like Mrs. Sun.
Fifty years have passed, like the rotation of a palm, wind and dust filled the world and covered the imperial house.
The performers in the pear garden floated like fog, replaced by women's music, reflecting the cold days.
There are adult-sized trees beside the emperor's golden tomb, and I seem to hear the grass creaking on the cliff in Qutang.
The song has been sung, the slow-string allegro has stopped, the joy is in full swing, the moon in the east rises, and the sadness follows.
And I, a poor old man, don't know where to go. I must sharpen my feet towards illness and despair on a lonely mountain.
Du Fu, military vehicle shop
Vehicles roared, soldiers sang, and soldiers and arrows were tied to their waists.
My parents, my parents, my wife and children all ran to see them. When they marched, the dust covered the sky and they couldn't see xian yangqiao.
They shouted as they ran, pulling your sleeve, and their sad voices floated into the sky!
Passers-by asked the soldiers how they got there, saying only that the roster was frequently recruited.
Some people go to the north of the Yellow River at the age of fifteen, even if they go to the western border to open up wasteland at the age of forty.
When they set out, the mayor wrapped them in headscarves. Now their headscarves are all white, and they are still at the border!
On the border, people's blood flows like the sea, while the heart of Emperor Wu is still beating for the war.
Do you know that in the mountainous areas in the east of China, in 200 areas and thousands of villages, nothing grows except weeds!
Even if a strong woman plows the field with a hoe, nothing will grow on the crops in the field.
Moreover, the soldiers of the Qin Dynasty can fight hard, and there is no difference between chickens and dogs when they are rushed to fight.
Although the elders have doubts, how dare those who serve complain?
Just like this winter, we didn't stop the soldiers west of Hangukou from enlisting.
The county magistrate urgently urges people to pay taxes. Where does the tax come from?
If you really know that boys are a bad thing, you might as well have a girl.
Who can get married and live in a neighbor's house, while we bury our children underground!
Don't you see, on the edge of Qinghai, the bones of soldiers killed since ancient times have not been buried.
New ghosts hate old ghosts crying, and ghosts cry when they are wet.
Du Fu's Two Supplements
On March 3rd, Spring Festival, the weather was fresh, and many beautiful people gathered in Qujiang, Chang 'an.
Dignified attitude, lofty and quiet personality, plump skin, thin and moderate figure.
Embroidered gold and silver silk unicorn in late spring.
Jade flowers hanging from their temples hang on their temples.
The jewelry skirt behind them is safer.
Several of them are relatives of the imperial concubine and two wives of Guo and Qin.
The jade steamer is served with fragrant pots and purple humps, and the crystal plate is served with delicious white fish.
Although their unicorn horn food sticks are lazily lifted, exquisite phoenix meat cleavers are rarely used.
The eunuch flew away, afraid to raise the dust, and the cook came to the sea, enjoying delicacies.
When solemn flutes and drums summon gods, guests should abide by various rules.
How arrogant a horse owner is. He dismounted from the embroidered carpet and went into the tent.
Snow-like duckweed is easy to fall and cover, and bluebirds fly to the ground in red silk handkerchief.
Yang Jiaqi's flame is extremely powerful and unparalleled. Please don't go near it, lest the Prime Minister be furious!
Du Fu is in Aijiangtou.
I am just an old woodcutter, sobbing in a low voice, and I quietly walk down the winding river like the shadow of spring.
There are thousands of palaces on the shore and new branches of willows. Who are you green for? ?
I remember a colorful flag floating in the south garden, with thousands of colors, layered on top of each other.
The first lady of the kingdom, from the Sun Palace, waited on the emperor's royal chariot.
The cavalry in front of them were all holding bows and arrows, and discerning horses were chewing gold.
An archer, chest up, went through the clouds and hit a pair of birds with one arrow.
Where are those perfect eyes and those pearly teeth? A blood-stained soul has no home and nowhere to go!
A clear wave flowed eastward, crossing the Diaolou Mountain Path, and there was no news.
Compassionate people shed tears and hoped that she would be as eternal as rivers and flowers?
Tatars on horseback, in the dim twilight, covered the town with dust. I fled to the south, but I was still staring at the throne in the north.
Mourning King Sun Du Fu
Along the wall of the capital, a bald crow flew to the gate that entered in autumn and screamed at night.
Then he turned around again and pecked at the roof of a building. The owner of this building, a powerful China man, had fled in front of the Tatars.
Now his golden whip is broken, his nine horses are dead, and his own flesh and bones are scattered in the wind.
There is a rare green coral ring under the vest, which shows a prince crying on the street corner!
Whoever wants to give him a fake name, anyone asks him, just a poor guy, hoping to get a job.
Hiding in the grass and thorns for a hundred days, from head to toe are displayed on him.
However, since their first emperor, all the hooked noses, these dragons look different from ordinary people.
The wolf is in the palace now, and the dragon has disappeared in the desert. Prince, be very careful of your most sacred person! .
I dare not talk to you for a long time on the open road, nor dare I stand beside you for a while.
Last night, the spring breeze smelled of blood, and camels from the East were everywhere in the ancient capital.
Our soldiers in the north are healthy in body and hands. Oh, why are they so brave in the past and so cowardly now? !
Our emperor, we heard, has given his son the throne, and the leader of the southern border is loyal.
Please avenge yourself on Huamen's face, but still be careful-hide yourself from being stabbed by a dagger!
Unfortunate prince, I beg you, always be vigilant until the strength of the five imperial tombs comes to help you.
Du Fu in Shu
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!
Hakka du fu
The north and south of the thatched cottage are all springs, and the flock of gulls flew in.
The old lady didn't sweep the flower path for the guests. Today, it's only for you. Chai Men hasn't opened it for you yet, but it will open it for you today.
Too far from the city, too far from good food, too thin family background, only old wine.
Shall we call my old neighbor to join us and call the rest of the cups through the fence?
Wild hope du fu
Xishan is covered with snow all year round, and the three cities are heavily stationed; Nanjiao Bridge spans the majestic Jinjiang River.
After years of war in China, several brothers have been unable to hear from each other; It's a long way from each other, and I'm the only one, right?
I have nothing to look forward to now except my old illness. I am of no use to my country, less than a speck of dust.
I rode to the edge of town. I observe the chaos of the world on the horizon day after day!
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.
In the green spring, I began to go home, sing my songs loudly and drink my wine!
Come back from this mountain, pass another mountain, go up from the south and then go north-to my own town! .
Gordon Dufu
The wind is fast and high, the ape cries sadly, and the birds are circling in the white sand.
The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably.
Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness.
After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged.
Deng Lou du fu
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.
Although the country has been established for a while, it is as strong as the North Star, and thieves dare not go out of the Western Hills!
However, in the twilight, I felt sorry for the sorrow of a long-lost emperor. I sang the songs that his prime minister sang when he was not unfamiliar on the mountain.
Du Fu in Sufu
It's a cold autumn night, and I'm lying alone in the town by the river on the Laka tree in this courtyard. I looked at my extinguished candle.
I heard the lonely sound of the horn in the darkness, and the moon was in the sky, but no one shared it with me?
My messenger was dispersed by the vortex of rain and sand, and the gate was closed to a traveler; The mountain is the wall on my road.
However, I endured a miserable life for ten years and found a perch and a twig here. It is safe tonight.
Du Fu of Ge Ye
The days in winter are shortened on the elemental scale, and the cold nights are turned white by ice and snow.
Stark sounded the fifth watch, drums and horns rang, and stars and Tianhe danced on three mountains.
I heard women crying after the battle in the distance, and I saw savage fishermen and woodcutters at dawn.
Sleeping dragons and galloping horses are not generals now. They are dust. Be quiet for a while. Oh, the noise of the world. ..
One of Du Fu's Poetic Thoughts on Ancient Sites
Abandoned in the dust in the northeast, wandering between heaven and earth in the southwest.
Wandering in the towers and terraces of the Three Gorges, Wuxi Clothes Yunshan.
The barbarian who finally serves the ruler is unreliable, and the wandering poet laments that the times have no chance to come back.
Yu Xin's life is the most miserable, and his poems in his later years caused a sensation in the north and south of the country.
Du Fu, the second of five-character poems
Decline: I am well aware of Song Yu's misery, romance and elegance. He is also my teacher.
Sad to see a thousand autumn, a tear, melancholy in different times, not at the same time.
His old home between mountains and rivers-empty works, empty sex platform-is certainly not imagined in the dream? !
The palaces of Chu were all destroyed, and the fishermen who showed them today are not sure.
Du fu, the third of five-character poems
Thousands of mountains and valleys are close to Jingmen, and girls grow up in Sri Lanka.
She came out of the purple palace and entered the desert. Now she has become a green grave in the yellow dusk.
Her face! Can you imagine the spring wind? In the moonlight, her soul tinkled back.
The Tatar song on her jade guitar tells her eternal sadness.
Du Fu, the fourth five-character poem
The Lord of Shu looked at the State of Wu as far as the Three Gorges and died in Yong 'an Palace.
The blue-green flag on the empty mountain can be imagined, and the Jade Temple is a void in the empty temple.
On the pine trees in the ancient temple, water cranes nest. In summer and winter festivals, the people who come are the elders of the village.
Wuhou Temple is nearby, and the monarch and ministers share the sacrifices.
Du fu, the fifth of five-character poems
Zhuge Liang's name will remain in the world forever, and his portrait is lofty and respectable.
In order to plan the strategy of the world, generations seem to be Luan Feng's Luan Feng.
Yi Yin and Lv Shang are neck and neck, and their command of military operations is calm, which makes Xiao He Cao Can far behind.
The succession of the Han dynasty was due to luck. Although Zhuge Liang was difficult to revive, he was determined and devoted himself to the busy military.