Du Fu
original text
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!
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.
Then, suddenly stood up, you told me the danger of adventure:
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.
Our capital is full of nosy people, but you are lonely, helpless and poor!
Who says Skynet will never fail? Although you are old, it still brings you bad luck.
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 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.
To Li Bai-Du Fu
Qiu Lai is very concerned about him, but he is not ashamed of Ge Hong for cinnabar.
Drinking crazy songs for nothing, who is arrogant?
(Tang) Du Fu is pregnant with Li Bai.
In my lonely study, I always think alone.
Look for more biographies of Jiashu, and don't forget the poems of Jiaogong.
A short brown wind and frost came in, but it was still late.
It was not a whim that led to the Lumen period.
Li Bai and Du Fu in Spring
Li Bai's poems are unparalleled, and his superb creativity is far beyond ordinary people.
Li Bai's poems are the fresh wind of Yu Xin's poems and the backbone of Jun Zai's works.
Now, I am alone on the spring tree in Weibei, and you are on each side of the sun, sunset and sky in the southeast, and you can only miss.
When can we have another drink and discuss our poems?