Yellow butterflies in August, hovering in the grass of our West Garden in pairs.
Because of all this, my heart is broken, and I am worried that my bright cheeks will fade.
Oh, finally, when you come back through three Pa areas, send me a message home in advance! .
I'll pick you up, and I won't mind the distance, all the way to Sha Changfeng.
Two Poems of Qujiang
Du Fu
A flower flew away, but it was spring, and the wind was so sad.
And look at the flowers and eyes, don't hurt your lips.
Emeralds are nested in the small hall by the river, and unicorns lie on the edge of the garden.
We must eat, drink, and be merry when we push physics. Why trip this body with a fleeting glance?
Go back to spring clothes every day and go home drunk every day.
Alcohol debt is common, and he is 70 years old.
Pierce the butterfly deeply, and the dragonfly flies leisurely with the water.
I am a porter.