1. "The hut was broken by the autumn wind"
Year:? Don? Author:? Du Fu
In August and autumn, the wind roared and rolled up my three hairs.
Hair flew over the river and sprinkled on the periphery of the river. The highest one hangs a long forest tip, and the lower one floats to Shentang 'ao.
The children in Nancun bully me, and I can't stand being a thief in the opposite direction and openly carrying Mao into the bamboo forest.
My lips are burnt, my mouth is dry, and I can't breathe. When I came back, I sighed at my staff.
In an instant, the wind will set the color of the clouds and ink, and the autumn will be bleak and dark.
This cloth has been as cold as iron for many years, and Joule has been lying down and cracking.
There is no dry place in the bedside table, and the feet are numb with rain.
What's the point of getting wet all night?
There are tens of millions of luxury houses in Ande, which greatly protect the poor people in the world from the spring breeze and the wind and rain!
Oh! When I suddenly see this house in front of me, I will freeze to death alone!
"The clock hangs in the rain and looks at Gong's memory. Answer two."
Year:? Don? Author:? Du Fu
Rain reflects the palace que and insults poetry, and Rongyuan is willing to go to the barbarian period.
Although the old man by the river is weak, he wants to clean his fishing line on a sunny day.
Rain clouds clear the stream, and white sand and bluestone have no mud first.
All you have to do is cut down the bamboo to open up wasteland and listen to Ma Si with a stick.
3. "Zhang Zuoshi sent the inkstone to the sword, and the poet returned the inkstone with the sword."
Year:? Song? Author:? Su Shi
Send you a song as a song, every time you eat, there is no fish to sigh.
Once you see a violent son, you have the desire to compete with the crown.
Is it worse than poverty and disease in Ling Du, and is it increasing day by day?
Cut jiaozi and stab the old and weak tiger, and an official will be great with beef brisket and calf.
Therefore, it is unintentional to change the inkstone, so as not to cut the sky and hurt the sky.
What is the significance of writing poems about swords? I know you want to grind each other with poetry.
Newspapers are well-meaning and have nothing to say, so try to ask Yan Jun about the aftermath.
When a poem becomes a sword, you should smile at the inkstone, which will leak the house.
4. Frost Night
Year:? Song? Author:? Lu you
Mud bed, paper tent, lying still, listening to the city by the pillow.
The ground-burning furnace is cold and the sky is bright.
The wind and frost will penetrate the straw house, and the salt cheese will not get rid of the soup.
I still hate old plows. I've been wasting my time.
5. "Ode to Poetry 102"
Year:? Song? Author:? Shishaotan
The 300-Jin iron cangue has not been used for several years.
Embarrassed at the root of the wall, I had to be wronged.
You can't turn over the money clearly, but you have to bear the burden of old shoulders.