1. What are the ancient poems describing beds?
1. The silver bed is made of asphalt and is old, and the powder is powdered and swept by autumn crickets. ——Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde's "Poppy Poppy·Silver Bed Xiasphalt Wu Lao"
Interpretation: The phoenix trees beside the well gradually grow old in the pattering autumn wind and rain, and the traces of the loved ones also disappear. Slowly disappearing in the chirping of crickets.
2. Leaning on the Hu bed, there are thousands of flowers on the peak outside Yugong Tower. ——Song Dynasty: Su Shi's "Dian Jiang Lip·Leaning on the Hu Bed"
Interpretation: When I have nothing to do, I sit on the Hu bed and look out from the window of Yu Gong Tower. All I can see is the peaks. Like a thousand flowers blooming.
3. There is bright moonlight in front of the bed, which is suspected to be frost on the ground. ——Tang Dynasty: Li Bai's "Quiet Night Thoughts"
Definition: The bright moonlight shines on the window paper in front of the bed, as if there is a layer of frost on the ground.
4. Walking to the south to find a drinking companion, drinking alone in an empty bed for ten days. ——Tang Dynasty: Du Fu's "Seven Quatrains on Walking Alone by the River Looking for Flowers"
Definition: I came to the south neighbor to find a partner who loves drinking. Unexpectedly, his bed was empty and he went out to drink ten days ago.
5. The bright moon shines brightly on my bed, and the stars are drifting west into the night. ——Wei and Jin Dynasties: Cao Pi's "Two Songs of Yan, Part 1"
Interpretation: The bright moonlight shines on my empty bed, the stars are sinking to the west, and the sleepless nights are long with worry.
6. In that eternal night, the bed is empty under the bright moon. ——Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao's "Xingxiangzi·Sky and Autumn Light"
Interpretation: How can I endure this long night with the bright moon shining on this empty bed.
7. After two long days of reading and dreaming, there is only an empty bed against Suqiu. ——Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin's "Duanju"
Interpretation: I haven't received letters from my beloved wife from afar for a long time. I can't get any news from my family. I can only return to my hometown in my sleep to relieve my homesickness.
8. The man came riding a bamboo horse and went around the bed to make green plums. ——Tang Dynasty: Li Bai's "Changgan Xing·Part 1"
Interpretation: You come here on a bamboo horse, and we go around the well railing together and throw green plums to each other for fun.
9. Why should my hut be so wide? Just enough to cover the bed and mats. ——Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming's "Two Poems on Migration"
Translation: There is no need to ask for a big house in a simple house, as long as it has enough space for a bed, you can feel at ease.
10. The knotted hair is your wife, but the mat does not warm your bed. ——Tang Dynasty: Du Fu's "Wedding Farewell"
Interpretation: You and I became a married couple, and we couldn't even sleep in a warm bed. 2. What are the ancient poems that describe "bed"?
1. Nalan Xingde's "Poppy Beauty·Silver Bed Xiasphalt Wu Lao"
Silver Bed Xiasphalt Wu Lao, Xifen Autumn crickets sweep.
2. Su Shi's "Red Lips·Leaning on the Hu Bed"
Leaning on the Hu Bed, there are thousands of flowers on the peak outside Yu Gong Tower.
3. Du Fu's "Seven Quatrains on Walking Alone by the River in Search of Flowers"
Walking to the south to find a drinking companion with whom I love to drink, I go out to drink alone in an empty bed for ten days.
4. Li Shangyin's "Duanju"
I have been dreaming about the distant book for a long time, and there is only an empty bed against Su Qiu.
5. Li Bai's "Changgan Xing·Part 1"
The man came riding a bamboo horse and went around the bed to pick green plums.
6. Du Fu's "Wedding Farewell"
The married woman is your wife, but the mat does not warm your bed.
7. Tao Yuanming's "Two Poems on Migration"
Why is my house so wide? I can only use enough to cover the bed and mats.
8. Li Bai's "Quiet Night Thoughts"
There is a bright moonlight in front of the bed, which is suspected to be frost on the ground.
9. "One of Two Songs of Yan" by Cao Pi
The bright moon shines brightly on my bed, and the stars are drifting west into the night.
10. Li Qingzhao's "Xingxiangzi·Sky and Autumn Light"
It's an eternal night, with a bright moon and an empty bed.
11. "Gong Ci" by Xue Feng
After combing her bun, she returns to the mirror, and her robe is about to be changed to make it more fragrant. Peering into the open curtain of the main hall, palace people in robes sweep the imperial bed.
12. Du Fu's "Song of Thatched Cottage Broken by the Autumn Wind"
The quilt has been as cold as iron for many years, and the arrogant son has been lying down and it has cracked inside. There is no place to dry out the leaks in the bed and the house, and the rain is like hemp at the feet and has not been stopped.
13. Du Mu "Drinking Alone in the Junzhai"
I used to build this room, with feathers, lanterns and cranes flying. Crossing the blue stream, the bamboo reflects the piano and the book bed.
There is no custom in the language, Yao, Shun, Yu and Wu Tang. I asked the younger generation today, who will be the pillar?
14. "Three Shumei" by Shi Dazu
The light of smoke shakes the bare tiles, looking at the clear eaves and the windy sky, the willow flowers are like sprinkles. Jinse lies across the bed, thinking of tears staining the dust, and phoenix strings often falling.
15. Yuefu folk song "Mulan Ci"
Open the door of my east pavilion, sit on my bed in the west pavilion, take off my war robe, put on my old clothes, and straighten my temples at the window, The flowers on the mirror are yellow. 3. Poems about Du Fu
1. When you reach the top of the mountain, you can see all the mountains and small ones. "Wang Yue"
2. Read more than ten thousand volumes, and write like a god. "Twenty-Two Rhymes from Wei Zuocheng"
3. The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.
"Remembering My Brother on a Moonlit Night"
4. This song should only exist in heaven, and can only be heard several times in the human world. "Gift to Hua Qing"
5. It is the beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and I will meet you again when the flowers are falling. "The Year of Li Gui in the South of the Yangtze River"
6. In the southeast corner of Wu and Chu, the universe floats day and night. "Climbing the Yueyang Tower"
7. I feel the flowers splashing with tears when I feel the time, and I hate the other birds and scare them.
The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold. "Spring Hope"
8. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently. "Lovely Rain on a Spring Night"
9. The flower path has never been swept by visitors, but now the gate is opened for you. "The Guest Arrives"
10. Quan Shen died before leaving the army, which made the hero burst into tears. "Prime Minister of Shu" 4. Ancient poems with the word "bed"
"Songs of Prime Ministers and Songs? Harvest and Hou Yin" Li He is an official, and he is like a general carrying a pot.
Qu Ping and Shen Xiang are not worthy of admiration, and Xu Yan's entry into the sea is a fool. Gong is Gong, there are fish on the bed, a mat on the plate, a wise brother in the north, a sister-in-law in the east, oily millet and gourds in the long acres, ants floating on the tiles and turbid mash.
Millet can be eaten, glutinous rice can be drunk, and the public is in his own home. What if he is sent to the river? Brother Xian and sister-in-law are crying. "Kong Hou Yin" Li He is the public servant, and he is like a general carrying a pot.
Qu Ping and Shen Xiang are not worthy of admiration, and Xu Yan's entry into the sea is a fool. Gonghu Gonghu, there are Suga on the bed and fish on the plate.
There is a wise brother in the north, and a sister-in-law in the east. There are oily millet and gourds in the long acres, and ants floating on the tiles are muddy.
Millet can be eaten, glutinous rice can be drank, and the public is the only one who can live in it. What if I was sent to the river? The wise brother and sister-in-law cried.
"Miscellaneous Songs and Songs? Three Sauvignon Blanc" Li Bai's Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang'an. Luowei cries in autumn on the golden well railing, and the frost is desolate and the mat is cold.
The lonely lamp is lost in thought, rolling up the curtains, looking at the moon and sighing, the beauty is like a flower in the clouds. There is the long sky of green darkness above, and the waves of green water below.
The journey is long and the soul is suffering, but the dream soul cannot reach the mountains. Sauvignon Blanc is heartbreaking.
The sun is gone, the flowers are full of smoke, and the moon is bright, so I can’t sleep. Zhao Sechu stopped the Phoenix Pillar, and the Shuqin was about to play the mandarin duck strings.
This song is intended to be passed on by no one, and I wish to send it to Yan Ran with the spring breeze. Recalling that you are far away from me across the blue sky, my eyes used to be full of waves, but now they are a fountain of tears.
If you don’t believe that I have a broken heart, come back and look in front of a bright mirror. When the beauty is here, the house is filled with flowers; when the beauty is gone, the bed is left with flowers.
The embroidered quilt has not been rolled up in the bed, and the fragrance still smells good three years ago. The fragrance never goes out, and people never come.
The yellow leaves of acacia have fallen, and the white dew is speckled with moss. "Quiet Night Thoughts" Li Bai looked at the moonlight in front of his bed and suspected it was frost on the ground.
Looking up at the mountains and the moon, looking down at my hometown. "Sauve Acacia" Li Bai, the sun is full of flowers and smoke, and the moon is bright, so I can't sleep.
Zhao Sechu stopped the Phoenix Pillar, and the Shuqin was about to play the mandarin duck strings. This song is intended to be passed down by no one, and I wish to send it to Yan Ran with the spring breeze, recalling that you are far away from me in the blue sky.
What used to be a wave of eyes is now a fountain of tears. If you don’t believe that I have a broken heart, come back and look in front of a bright mirror.
The house is filled with flowers when the beauty is here, but the bed is empty when the beauty is gone. The embroidered quilt was rolled up in the bed, and the fragrance still smells good three years ago.
The fragrance never goes out, and people never come. Acacia yellow leaves fall, with white dew spots and moss.
"Crossing the Western Mountains to Shi Jianwu's Former Residence" Qi Ji's ambition is finally difficult to achieve, and the west peak lies among the green piles. Autumn gullies fell in front of the bed, and spring thunder passed on the pillow.
The crane goes away when he sees the elixir is ready, and the monk comes when he hears the chestnut is ripe. The pines and bamboos in the desolate house are old, and the luan and crane return from Pei.
"Looking at each other in Autumn" Yuan Zhen's eaves are full of frightened dreams, and the summer quilt is full of coolness. The octopus hangs low on the household net, and the fireflies shade the wall.
The furnace is dark and the light is short, and the bed is empty and the tent has deep shadows. At this time, we have been looking at each other for a long time, and the tall trees recall the heights of the trees.
"Send Qi Le back to Hedong" Cen participated in Qi Le's later show and came out of Hedong. In previous years, I visited Lishan Mountain and dedicated myself to the Hot Spring Palace.
The emperor did not summon him, so he waved his whip and joined the army. I returned to Chang'an a month ago, but my pocket was empty.
Sometimes I take advantage of the mood and draw the peak on the river. There are blue clouds above the bed and pine trees on the rooftop under the curtain.
Suddenly, as in the high hall, a refreshing breeze blew. In May, Huoyuntun is burning, and the sky and earth are red.
The birds don't dare to fly, they walk like a spinning canopy. Shaohua and Shouyang competed for supremacy across the river.
Coming out of the Crescent River, Guanzhong is filled with clear light. Set up wine in the pavilion to say goodbye and sing loudly with your heart in mind.
When you arrived at the old mountain, you expressed your gratitude to the five old men. "Song of Monk Hu in Taibai" Cen Shen heard that Monk Hu was in Taibai, and Lan Ruo was three hundred feet away.
As soon as the Lankavatara enters the middle peak, it is difficult for the world to see but hear the bell. There are two tigers on the tin stick by the window, and a dragon hidden in the alms bowl under the bed.
The straw clothes are neither stitched nor threaded, and the ears droop, shoulders and eyebrows cover the face. When this monk was young, he learned that he had planted green pine trees ten times around now.
The heart is as pure as running water, and the body is as pure as floating clouds. The old man from Shangshan has known him before, and he is willing to meet him at first sight.
I don’t know that there is a monk in the mountain, but the sky in the city looks dark. "Sending Meng Ruqing back to Jiyang after his death" Cen Shen presented the poem, his hair turned white, and he had already worn his family clothes.
I was ashamed of the Baling tree and returned to the Wenyang field. There are many letters from the guest house, but there is no money for wine at the bedside.
The holy pilgrims sit on the side table, and the only virtuous person in the world is the best. "Hu Jushi was sick and left rice as a gift" Wang Wei looked at the four major causes and what their roots are.
If you can't live up to your wild plans, who will be free from the blame? What kind of guest is the color and sound? Who will guard the underworld?
Just say that the eyes of lotus flowers are not evil to the branches of poplar trees. Not only is it full of fragrant food, but it is not drunk because of the sound of wine.
It is common to have and without cessation, to experience the arising and passing away of illusions and dreams. That is, the disease is the reality, and it tends to be empty and sedated.
No dharma is true, and no dharma is tainted. The layman is well-versed in everything, and he is good at adapting to the situation and is full of energy.
If there is no felt on the bed, is there porridge in the cadmium? Do not beg for food during fasting, and you should rinse your mouth empty.
Let's talk about holding a few buckets of rice, and save the floating life. "Master Ye Xuan" Wang Wei is a young man, but he has been acquainted with the Tao for a long time.
It is regrettable that things have gone well, but I am lucky to be able to take care of myself for the rest of my life. I swear that I will never recover from the blood of a broken arm.
A false name is attached to a tassel, but the emptiness is unfettered. My long-standing great master, I burn incense to pay my respects.
Living in one room dejectedly, covered with everything. The early orioles sing in the tall willows, and the spring rain sounds in the corridor.
The Ruan family has clogs under the bed and a bamboo stick in front of the window. Just when you are about to see the clouds, you will see the sky and the earth.
I am devoted to the Dharma and am willing to be rewarded with no life. "Zheng Guozhou Visits" by Wang Weili The sun is shining in the last spring, and the grass and trees are new in the early days.
The mirror grinder in front of the bed, the gardener under the tree. Five horses startled the poor alley, and two children chased the old man.
If the Chinese chef cooks rough meals, he should forgive the poor Ruan family. "Three Poems for a Bridegroom" Wang Jian's neighbor's family didn't know each other, so they were sitting on the bed in piles.
The man came to the door and asked for money. The brocade curtains are horizontal on both sides, covering the maid's walk.
Send a man to spread out the mat and pay homage to each other. On the third day, he went to the kitchen, washed his hands and made soup.
I’m not familiar with my aunt’s food habits, so I sent my sister-in-law to taste it first. "Inscribed on the Zen Room of Ten Thousand Taoists" Where did Zhang Hu dig the Zen wall at the top of the Nannan River?
The setting sun passes over the distant water, and the fallen leaves are scattered all over the sky. When things in the world are quiet, the Taoist mind is exposed to dust.
If you want to know, don’t move, the tiger will leave traces under the bed. "Song of Thatched House Broken by the Autumn Wind" by Du Fu The high autumn wind roared in August and rolled up the three layers of thatch on my house.
Mao flies across the river and spreads across the outskirts of the river. The taller ones hang on the forest tips, while the lower ones float around the sinking pond. A group of children in the south village deceived me, saying that I was old and weak, and that I could not bear to face a thief, so they openly carried the grass into the bamboo.
My lips were burnt and my mouth was dry, and I couldn't breathe. When I returned, I leaned on my stick and sighed. The wind in Russia makes the clouds dark, and the autumn desert turns dark.
The quilt has been as cold as iron for many years, and the proud son has been lying on it and it has cracked inside. There is no place to dry out the leaks in the bed and the house, and the rain is like hemp at the feet and has not been stopped.
My menstrual flow is disordered and I have little sleep. How can I get wet all night long? There are tens of thousands of mansions in Ande, which can shelter the poor people all over the world and make them happy. They are as peaceful as a mountain that does not stand up to wind and rain.
Ooh, when did I suddenly see this house in front of my eyes, it would be enough for my house to be broken down and freeze to death. "Promoting Weaving" Du Fu promotes weaving very finely, and the mournful sound is so touching.
The grass roots groan unsteadily, and we have a blind date under the bed at night. There are no tears after being a guest for a long time, and it is difficult to let go of my wife in the morning.
Sorrow and urgency, gratitude and innocence. "The One Who Gives the King the Way" Yu Hu goes to look for the elder but cannot come out. The door seems to be unstoppable for people to walk.
The rocks under the bed are covered with moss, and autumn grass grows on the roof of the house. It’s a short month to learn the piano in the cold weather, but it’s too late to write Yi.
Only after dusk, the sound of chimes was heard in the stream. "Weeping for an Old Friend" Qiao Zhizhi lived away from home for a long time, and lived in a desolate old house.
I sigh that the three roads are broken and have not been practiced for more than ten years. The ancient trees are home to birds, and the deserted courtyard is home to few guests.
There are bullets and swords in the box, and broken books in the bed. After the jade is gone, there will be no image. Lan Yanqiang asks if it is true.
If you are unhappy in your life, what will happen to the spring road? "Reward Zhang for eighteen visits." 5. About Du Fu’s poems
Appreciation of Du Fu’s poems Du Fu (712-770), with a beautiful character, was a great poet in the prosperous Tang Dynasty.
Originally from Xiangyang, Hubei, born in Gong County, Henan. The grandson of Du Shenyi, a poet in the early Tang Dynasty.
During the reign of Emperor Suzong of the Tang Dynasty, official Zuo collected the artifacts. After he entered Shu, his friend Yan Wu recommended him to be a staff officer of Jiannan Jiedu Mansion and a member of the school's Ministry of Industry.
Therefore, later generations also called him Du Shiyi and Du Gongbu. Du Fu and Li Bai are equally famous and are known as "Li Du" in the world.
The core of his thoughts is the Confucian thought of benevolent government. He had the grand ambition to "serve the emperors Yao and Shun, and then make customs pure".
He loves life, loves the people, and loves the great rivers and mountains of the motherland. He hates evil and criticizes and exposes corruption in the court and dark phenomena in social life.
He sympathizes with the people and even fantasizes about being willing to make self-sacrifice to relieve the people's suffering. Du Fu was a great realist poet who wrote more than 1,400 poems in his life.
His experience and poetry creation can be divided into four periods. 1. Reading and wandering period (before age 35) During this period, he traveled to Wu, Yue (today's Jiangsu and Zhejiang) and Qi and Zhao (today's northern Shandong and southern Hebei). During this period, he went to Luoyang to apply for the examination, but failed.
Later, he met Li Bai in Luoyang, and the two formed a profound friendship. Then they met Gao Shi, and the three of them traveled together in Liang and Song Dynasties (today's Kaifeng and Shangqiu). Later, Li Du went to Qizhou again and met Donglu again after breaking up. They separated again and there was no chance to meet again.
2. The period of being trapped in Chang'an (thirty-five to forty-four years old) During this period, Du Fu first took the exam in Chang'an and failed. Later, he presented gifts to the emperor and gave gifts to the nobles, and lived a life of "taking care of the rich in the morning, following the fat horse in the evening, leaving cups and cold dishes, and hiding sorrow everywhere". Finally, he was led by the right guard to join the army. The petty official.
During this period, he wrote poems such as "War Chariots" and "Beautiful Women" that criticized current affairs and satirized the powerful. "Five Hundred Words on Empathy from Beijing to Fengxian County" is particularly famous, marking that his understanding of court politics and social reality has reached a new height after experiencing ten years of hard life in Chang'an.
3. The period of being trapped by thieves and serving as an official (forty-five to forty-eight years old). The Anshi Rebellion broke out and Tongguan fell. Du Fu settled his family in Yanzhou and went to Suzong alone. On the way, he was captured by the Anshi rebels and taken to Chang'an.
Facing the chaotic Chang'an and hearing the news of repeated defeats of the army, he wrote poems such as "Moonlight Night", "Spring View", "Ai Jiangtou", "Sad Chen Tao" and other poems. Later he absconded to Fengxiangxingzai and worked as Zuo Shiyi.
Because of his loyal words and outspoken advice, Shangshu was demoted to Huazhou Si Gong and joined the army as prime minister Fang Guanshi. Later, he truly recorded his experiences in the form of poetry, which became his immortal works, namely "Three Officials" and "Three Farewells".
4. The period of wandering in the southwest (forty-eight to fifty-eight years old). With the defeat of the army in Xiangzhou in the Nine Festivals and the famine in Guanfu, Du Fu abandoned his official position and fled with his family with the people. He passed through Qinzhou, Tonggu and other places before arriving in Chengdu, where he lived a relatively stable life.
When Yan Wu entered the dynasty, the warlords in Sichuan rebelled, and he drifted to Zizhou and Langzhou. Then return to Chengdu.
After Yan Wu died, he wandered again, living in Kuizhou for two years, and then drifted to Hubei and Hunan, where he died of illness on the Xiangjiang River. During this period, his works include "The Water Threshold Reminds the Heart", "Spring Night Joyful Rain", "Song of Thatched Cottage Broken by the Autumn Wind", "Sick Orange", "Climbing the Tower", "The Prime Minister of Shu", "Wearing that the Government Army Takes Henan and Hebei", There are a large number of famous works such as "Wu Lang Again", "Deng Gao", "Qiu Xing", "Three Quatrains", "Sui Yan Xing" and so on.
Overall, Du Fu’s thoughts throughout his life were “worrying about the Li and Yuan Dynasties in his poor years” and “dedicated to the emperors Yao and Shun”. Therefore, his poetry creation always runs through the main line of worrying about the country and the people. This shows Du Fu’s greatness. . His poems have rich social content, strong color of the times and distinct political tendencies. They truly and profoundly reflect the political current affairs and the broad picture of social life in a historical era before and after the Anshi Rebellion. Therefore, they are called the "history of poetry" of a generation.
The style of Du's poetry is basically "depressed and melancholy", the language and chapter structure are full of changes, and it pays attention to the precise words and sentences. At the same time, his poems have all kinds of styles. In addition to Wugu, Qigu, Wulu and Qilu, he also wrote a lot of arranged rhymes and different styles.
The artistic techniques are also diverse, and it is a master of the thought and art of Tang poetry. Du Fu also inherited the spirit of Han and Wei Yuefu's "feeling of sorrow and music, and inspired by events". He got rid of the constraints of the ancient Yuefu inscriptions and created many new Yuefu inscriptions that are "famous pieces for immediate events and will never be relied upon again", such as the famous "Three Officials", "Three Farewells", etc. had a positive impact on the "New Yuefu Movement" of Yuan and Bai Dynasties.
For details of his life, please see Volume 190 of "Old Tang Book". There is "Du Gongbu Collection".
Explanation of the title "Wang Yue" Du Fu's poem "Wang Yue" has three poems, which are respectively about Dongyue (Taishan), Nanyue (Hengshan) and Xiyue (Huashan). This song is about looking at Dongyue Mount Tai.
In the twenty-fourth year of Kaiyuan (736), the 24-year-old poet began to live a roaming life of "Qiu Ma Qing Kuang". This poem was written when he traveled to Qi and Zhao (today's Henan, Hebei, Shandong and other places in the north). It is the earliest existing poem by Du Fu. The lines are filled with the vigorous vitality of young Du Fu.
Original article How about Dai Zongfu? Qilu is still young. The clock of creation is beautiful, and the yin and yang cut off the dawn.
Stratus clouds grow in the chest, and returning birds enter the canthus. You will be at the top of the mountain, and you will have a panoramic view of the mountains.
The explanation of the title of "The Military Chariot" can be found in "Du Gongbu Ji", which was written around the tenth year of Emperor Xuanzong's Tianbao reign (751). In that year, the Tang Dynasty launched conquests and conscripts, causing the people to have no peace.
Du Fu felt this and wrote "Army Chariots" to express his anger. Original text: Cars are rolling, horses are rustling, and pedestrians are carrying bows and arrows at their waists.
Ye Niang and his wife walked off to see each other off, but Xianyang Bridge was not seen in the dust. He held his clothes, stamped his feet, and blocked the road to cry. His cry went up to the sky.
People passing by the road asked the pedestrians, but the pedestrians were confused. Or from Fangfang River in the north of Fifteenth, to Yingtian in Xiyingtian of Fortyth.
When I left, my head was straight and wrapped, but when I came back, my hair was still white. The side court bleeds into sea water, and Emperor Wu is full of intention to open the side court.
Don’t you know that in the two hundred states of Han Dynasty in Shandong, Jingqi grows in thousands of villages. Even if there is a healthy woman with a hoe and a plow, there will be no crops in the long acres.
Kang Fu Qin soldiers fought hard and were driven away like dogs and chickens. Although the elders ask, the servant dares to express his hatred? And now this winter, there are still many deaths in Kansai.
The county magistrate is urgently asking for rent, where will the rent and taxes come from? I know that it is evil to have a boy, but it is good to have a girl. If you give birth to a girl, you still have to marry your neighbor, but if you give birth to a boy, you will have to marry her neighbor.
Don’t you see, Qinghai Tou has no one to collect the bones from ancient times. The new ghosts are annoyed and the old ghosts are crying, and the sky is dark and rainy, chirping.
Explanation of the Chunwang Problem In July of the first year of Emperor Xiaozong's reign in Tang Dynasty (756), Du Fu learned that Suzong was the emperor in Lingwu (now Lingwu County, Ningxia), so he settled his family in Xiao Qiang village in Qianzhou (now Fuxian County, Shaanxi Province), and fled alone. On the way, he was captured by the Anshi rebels and taken to Chang'an. He escaped only in the spring of the following year. He was forced to stay in Chang'an. 6. Poems written by Du Fu
Xin'an Official Author: Du Fu was traveling on the Xin'an Road and heard about the troops.
I would like to ask the official of Xin'an: "There are no young men in the county?" "The official notice was posted last night, and the men were selected for the second time." "The middle-aged men are extremely short, how can they guard the royal city?" Fat men are sent by their mothers, and thin men are sent by their mothers. Alone and alone.
The white water flows eastward at dusk, and the green mountains still cry. "The twilight will make your eyes dry, and I will bring back your tears.
When the eyes are dry, you will see the bones, and the world will be merciless! Our army takes Xiangzhou, and we hope it will be leveled day and night.
Unexpectedly, the thieves were unpredictable and returned to the army to disperse the camp.
If you need food, you will be close to the old base, and if you are training soldiers, you will still be in the capital. There is no water when digging and howling, and it is light to herd horses and work.
Kang Nai is Wang Shishun, and his upbringing is very clear. Don't cry blood when you see him off. He shoots like a father or brother. "
Author of Tongguan Officials: Why did Du Fu's soldiers build the city Tongguan Road hastily. The big city is not as good as the iron, and the small city is more than 10,000 feet long.
I would like to ask the Tongguan officials: "When repairing the pass, do you need to prepare for it? He asked me to dismount from my horse and pointed out the corner of the mountain for me: "The clouds are lined up in a battle pattern, and the birds cannot pass them." If you come from nowhere but defend yourself, how can you worry about the Western Capital?
The father-in-law considers important places, narrow and narrow to accommodate bicycles. Fighting hard with a long halberd will last forever. "
"Alas, there is a battle in the peach forest, and millions turn into fish. Please advise the general on guard and be careful not to imitate Ge Shu! "Shihao official Du Fu threw himself at Shihao village at night. An old man walked over the wall and an old woman went out to see the officials. Why was the angry woman crying? Why did she listen to the woman's speech? Three men guarded Yecheng. One man attached a book to the two men who died in the new battle. The deceased has long since passed away. There is no one in the house except for the grandson and grandson. The mother has not gone out yet and her skirt is unfinished. Although the old woman's strength is weak, please come back from the official at night to respond to the emergency in Heyang. She still has to prepare the morning meal. She can't hear her voice for a long time like weeping. You swallow the dawn of the future and say goodbye to the old man alone. The rabbit silk is attached to the fluffy hemp, so the vines will not grow long.
It is better to marry a girl and marry a husband than to marry her by the roadside. It's not warm for your bed.
It's too hurried to say goodbye in the morning. Although you're not far away, I'm going to Heyang.
How can I pay homage to my concubine? ? When my parents raised me, I hid them day and night. I gave birth to a daughter, and the chicken and the dog were gone.
Now that you are going to die, I vow to go with you, but the situation is turning yellow.
Don't think about your wedding, work hard in the army. If a woman is in the army, her military strength may not be high.
She is a poor family girl. The robe is no longer worn, and the red makeup is applied to you.
Look up at the birds, big and small, and they will fly together.
I will always look at you. The author of "Lao Farewell": Du Fu's surroundings are not peaceful, and his old age is not at peace. His descendants are all killed, so how can he use his body to go out alone?
Fortunately, his teeth are still there, and his bones are dry. The man bowed his head and bid farewell to the official.
The old wife was lying on the road crying, her clothes were undressed. Who knew she was going to die?
She would not be injured again. After returning, I was advised to eat more. The wall of the earth gate is very strong, and the apricot garden is also difficult to climb. p>
Recalling the old days, I sighed deeply when I returned home. The mountains and mountains were covered with wars and corpses, and the mountains and rivers were full of blood. How can I still be in peace? ? Abandoning the lofty house will destroy the lungs and liver.
Without a home Author: Du Fu Article source: After the lonely Tianbao, there are more than a hundred houses in my house, and everything is in chaos. < /p>
There is no news about the survivors, but the dead are dusty and muddy. Because of the defeat, they returned to find their old ways.
After walking for a long time, they became thin and miserable. , I cried in anger.
What are the neighbors? One or two old widows. The old birds love the branches, and they are alone in the spring. When the county officials knew that I was coming, they summoned me to practice drums.
Although I was serving in the state, I had nothing to do with me when I was away.
< p> My hometown has been exhausted, and my mother has always been in pain. I have been living in Gouxi for five years, and I have been sore all my life. ? The grass in the river is full of sorrow every day, and the coolness of the Wu Gorge is unworldly.The whirlpool of the heron baths in the bottom of the heart, and the single tree blooms from the dark south.
Can we see the Wei River and the Qin Mountains? People are now tired and sick, and tigers roam freely. Wangyue Author: Du Fu Xiyue is a place of great honor, and the peaks stand like descendants.
I got the immortal's nine-section staff and the jade girl's shampoo basin. The carriage enters the valley with no way to return, and there is a door leading to the sky.
After waiting for the autumn wind to cool down, Gao Xunbai Emperor asked for the true source and climbed the building. Author: Du Fu's flowers approach the high building and hurt the hearts of the guests. There are so many difficulties in climbing here. The spring scenery of the Jinjiang River comes to heaven and earth, and the floating clouds of the jade barrier change the past and present.
The North Pole court will never change, and the Xishan bandits will not invade each other. Unfortunately, the empress returned to the ancestral temple, and at dusk we chatted about "Liang Fu's Song".
Author of the title Zhang's seclusion: Du Fu, who has no companions in Chunshan, seeks to be alone, and logging in Dingding Mountain makes it even more secluded. The stream is still cold and snowy, and the sun sets at the stone gate to the forest.
Don’t be greedy to know the gold and silver energy at night, and watch the elk swimming in the morning from afar. I am confused as to where I came from, and I am suspicious of you.
Author of Yutai Temple: Du Fu’s catastrophe was caused by the king, so he visited ancient times on the platform. Caiyun Xiaoshi is here, and the words Lu Gong are here.
The palace connects all the emperors, and the universe reaches ten continents. It is said that there was a Sheng crane passing by the top of the northern mountain.
Plum Rain Author: Du Fu On Xipu Road in Nanjing, yellow plums ripen in April. Zhan Zhan goes to the Yangtze River, and the drizzle comes.
Mao Ci is sparse and easy to get wet, and the clouds and fog are dense and difficult to open. On the unexpected day, the dragon was happy, circling in the vortex and returning to the shore.
New Autumn Author: Du Fu The fire clouds have not yet gathered up the strange peaks, and I am startled by the wind as I lay on my pillow. In several desolate gardens, someone's anvil and pestle are lonely.
The intermittent sound of cicadas saddens the waning moon, and the flames of fireflies illuminate the dusk sky. The gift will be presented again at Kinmen. Late at night, I scratch my head and sigh at the flying canopy.
Reference material: /a53.htm I wonder how Du Fu’s father-in-law is doing, Qilu is still young. The clock of creation is beautiful, and the yin and yang cut off the dawn.
Stratus clouds grow in the chest, and returning birds enter the canthus. You will be at the top of the mountain, and you will have a panoramic view of the mountains. 7. Poems about Du Pu writing about wine
I don’t know if you are talking about Du Fu...
Du Fu left us more than 1,400 poems, including 300 poems about wine. poetry. His wine-reciting poems (including verses and chapters) are on par with Li Bai's wine-reciting poems; their rich content, profound thoughts, and artistic exquisiteness are unmatched by other poets' wine-reciting poems.
Seven Quatrains on Walking Alone by the River Looking for Flowers
Du Fu
I am annoyed by the flowers on the river and I have nowhere to tell but I am crazy
Walking to find flowers The neighbor in the south loves wine and spends ten days drinking alone in an empty bed
The thick flowers and stamens are afraid of walking along the riverside, and the danger is really afraid of spring
Poetry and wine are still enough to drive, and there is no need to cook the old hair People
The river is deep and the bamboos are quiet. Two or three busy houses are surrounded by red flowers and white flowers.
Repay the spring scenery and know where to go. Good wine will send you life
Looking east to the young city full of flowers. Smoke and flowers and tall buildings are even more pitiful
Who can bring wine and open a marigold to summon a beautiful woman to a banquet without embroidery
In front of Huangshi Pagoda, the spring light in the east of the river is lazy and leans on the breeze
A cluster of peach blossoms blooms without an owner, the deep red loves the light red
Huang Si’s mother’s house is full of flowers with thousands of flowers hanging low on the branches
The butterflies are lingering and dancing freely, the orioles are just singing< /p>
It is not that you will die just by looking at the flowers, but you are afraid that the flowers will be exhausted
It is easy for the branches to fall one after another and the young leaves to bloom carefully
Xie Yan Zhongcheng sent Qingcheng Mountain Taoist milk A bottle of wine
The smell of blue clouds under the mountain bottle of milk wine is so fragrant
I blow my whip and go away to show mercy to the fisherman, wash my cup and start tasting the horse army
Nine quatrains
Du Fu
Seeing the guests worried and unable to wake up, the scoundrel spring came to Jiangting
As soon as the flowers bloomed, he taught the orioles Tai Ding Ning.
Planting peaches and plums by hand is not without an owner, it is still a home with a low wall.
Just like the spring breeze blowing away several branches of flowers at night
I am familiar with thatched cottage on the small river Swallows come frequently
The mud in their mouths stains the piano and books, and flying insects bite people
February has passed and March has passed. How many times can spring come back when I am getting older
< p> Don’t think about the endless things outside your body and the limited cup you have in your lifetimeThe broken river spring desires the end of the stick and the quinoa slowly steps up to Fangzhou
The wild catkins drift with the wind and the thin peach blossoms chase the water flow
I am too lazy to leave the village and shout for my children to cover the firewood gate all day long
In the green moss and turbid wine forest, the still clear water and the spring breeze are hazy in the wild
The poplar paths are covered with white felt and the stream is dotted Lotus leaves are stacked with green money
No one can see the bamboo shoots and pheasants, and the chicks sleep beside their mothers on the sand
The mulberry leaves of Shexi can be used to pick up the multi-fiber fibers of fine wheat by the river
< p> How many times in life is it like spring and summer? There is no fragrant mash like honeyThe weak curls of the willows next door are just like the waist of a fifteen-year-old daughter
Who said that the coming wind will break the longest branches< /p>
A Young Man’s Journey
Whose white-faced man is about to get off his horse and step on someone’s bed
A rough man who doesn’t know his surname even gives him a taste of plain wine in a silver bottle
Gift Li Bai
Du Fu
Autumn comes to see each other, but the fluffy hair is not gone yet, I am ashamed of Ge Hong
Who is the hero who drinks and sings in vain to fly and domineering
< p> Two Poems for a Young ManDu Fu
Since the old earthenware basin of Mo Xiaotian’s family has been filled with wine, children and grandchildren have grown up
Pouring silver and jade with astonishing eyes, until the end of drunkenness Lying together on bamboo roots
The nests of swallows are rearing their young, and the river has gone all the way, and there are not many flowers and seeds
It is better to count the waves passing eastward in front of the hall when you are young in yellow shirts
Three Quatrains
Du Fu
The fragrant catalpa tree leans on Diaoji to cut new stamens that have not yet flown
It is better to be drunk when the wind blows them all and endure the rain to thin them when you wake up
Whether the cormorants outside the door are coming or not, I suddenly see each other in Shatou
From now on, I have to come a hundred times a day to know people's wishes
Countless spring bamboo shoots fill the forest with firewood. Hidden cover to block the passage of people
We must go to the meeting to see him as a bamboo guest and never come out to welcome him
Two poems about Zhang's seclusion
Du Fu
(Part 1)
The Spring Mountains seek each other alone without a companion, while the Dingding Mountains become more secluded when they are logging.
The rest of the stream is covered with ice and snow, and the sun sets from Shimen to Linqiu.
Don’t be greedy to know the gold and silver energy at night, and watch the elk swimming in the morning from afar.
I am lost in the excitement and am confused about where I came from, and I doubt you are in vain.
(Part 2)
When the son met, he invited people to stay in the evening.
Jitan [fish and fish] are blooming, and spring grass and deer are blooming.
Du Jiu prefers to work and persuade, but Zhang Li does not ask for help.
The mountain road in front of the village is dangerous, but you will have no worries when you return home.
8. Poems about the moon written by Du Fu
Moon Night
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Du Fu
Original text:
Tonight in Yanzhou, I can only watch it alone in my boudoir. I pity my children from afar, but I still remember Chang'an.
The fragrant mist makes the servant girl wet, and the clear jade arm is cold. When do I lean on Xuguo, my tears will dry when I shine with my eyes.
Two poems about the moon on August 15th
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Du Fu
Original text:
The full moon flies into the bright mirror, and returns to the heart to fold the sword.
Turn around and travel far away, climb the laurel tree and look up to the sky.
There is suspicion of frost and snow on the waterway, and feathers can be seen on the forest habitat.
Looking at the white rabbit at this time, I want to count the hair.
A little way down Wushan Gorge, you can still see Baidi City.
The entire Pupu is dark, and half of the building is bright.
Those who fight with each other will rush the day off, and the toad will fall on his own.
Zhang Gong relies on the remaining soul, not only the Han family camp.
Moon
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Du Fu
Original text:
Wanli Qu Tang Yue, Spring comes on six strings.
The darkroom is always open, so the sky is full of blue.
The breeze is refreshing and quiet, and the face is full of tears.
There are black magpies flying south and landing by the river at night.
Three Moon Poems
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Du Fu
Original text:
Intermittent Wushan Rain, the sky is new this night.
If there is no green peak moon, I will worry about killing the white-headed man.
The sprite moves deep into the tree, and the toad moves half a wheel.
The hometown is like the Big Dipper, pointing directly at the Western Qin Dynasty.
Looking out of Wushan, you can get a new glimpse of the clear water.
Seeing the sorrow in Ji Qi, twenty-four chapters of Ming Dynasty.
One must examine the ups and downs of the body, and know how to advance and retreat.
It does not violate the silver and Han fall, but also accompanies the jade rope.
Thousands of miles away from Qutang Gorge, spring is coming.
The darkroom is always open, so the sky is full of blue.
The breeze is refreshing and quiet, and the face is full of tears.
There are black magpies flying south and landing by the river at night.
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