English introduction of Du Fu, a poet in Tang Dynasty, and his works.

Du Fu was born in Xiangyang, China, and died in 770. He is a Hunan poet and is generally regarded as the greatest poet of all time. After receiving the traditional Confucian education, he failed to pass the important civil service examination, so he spent most of his life wandering around, trying to get the court position many times, but the success or failure was mixed. His early poems praised the natural world and lamented the passage of time, which won him a reputation. He went through an extremely difficult personal period, and as he matured, his poems began to express deep sympathy for mankind. He was an expert in all schools of poetry in that era and was famous for his superb classicism and prosodic skills, although many subtleties in his art were not preserved in translation. I spent the night at the headquarters. It was a sunny night in the harvest season. On courtya Road in the headquarters, the buttonwood tree became cold. In the city by the river, I woke up alone by the extinguished candlelight. The sound of the horn all night disturbed my thoughts. Who will bother to see it? A whirlwind of dust, I can't write. The border crossing is unguarded. Travel is dangerous. Ten years of wandering, quiet inside. I am like a bird perched on a branch, grateful for a moment of peace. Homecoming-late at night, arrival. I traveled back in the footsteps of the tiger. The mountains are black. Everyone sleeps at home. The bear descended to the river. The stars overhead are very big in the sky. When I turned on the light in front of the door, a frightened gibbon shouted in the valley. I heard the white-haired night watchman patrolling and shouting the time. With a stick in his hand, he guarded it and everything was safe. The stars and the moon on the river are clear in the autumn night after the thunderstorm. Venus glows on the river. The milky way is as white as snow. The dark sky is vast and deep. The crown of the north falls at dusk. The moon, like a transparent mirror, rises from a huge void. When it climbed high into the sky, the frost in the moonlight shone on the chrysanthemum. The moon glided along the river under my feet. Near midnight, a gust lantern shines in the center of the night. Along the sandbar, flocks of egrets inhabit, each clenching into a fist. Behind my barge, the fish jumped, cut through the water, dived and splashed.