Du Fu
The dew withered the maple trees, and the Wuxia in Wushan was so gloomy.
there are waves and sky surges in the river, and the clouds are blocked and the ground is overcast.
Cong Ju shed tears on another day, but she was alone in her boat and tied up with her hometown.
Cold clothes push knives and rulers everywhere, and Baidicheng is anxious and anxious.
2 Denggao
(Tang) Du Fu
in a sharp gale from the wide sky apes are whimpering, birds are flying homeward over the clear lake and white sand.
leaves are dropping down like the spray of a waterfall, while I watch the long river always rolling on.
I have come three thousand miles away. Sad now with autumn, and with my hundred years of woe, I climb this height alone.
ill fortune has laid a bitter frost on my temples, heart-ache and weariness are a thick dust in my wine.
3 Five Poems about Historical Monuments (Part III)
Du Fu
ten thousand ranges and valleys approach the Jing Gate, and the village in which the Lady of Light was born and bred.
she went out from the purple palace into the desertland, she has now become a green grave in the yellow dusk.
her face! Can you picture a wind of the spring?, the soul of the moonlit night returns to the sky.
song of the Tartars on her jade guitar, telling her eternal sorrow.