Poems by Du Fu and Xin Qiji

Xin Qiji's ci

Breaking ranks, giving strong ci to Chen Tongfu to send it

When he was drunk, he looked at the sword, and dreamed of blowing horns and fighting for a long time. Eight hundred miles under his command, fifty strings turned over the Great Wall, and soldiers were stationed on the battlefield in autumn.

Lu, who was made by a horse, was as swift as a bolt from the blue. But what happened to the king in the world, he won fame after his death. What a pity!

Bodhisattva Man made a mouth wall in Jiangxi Province

There are many tears in the middle of the clear river in Yugu Platform. Looking at Chang 'an in the northwest, there are countless poor mountains.

After all, the green hills can't cover up. After all, they flow eastward. The river is full of worries in the evening, and the mountains are full of partridges.

Qingpingle village

The eaves of the grass are low and small, and the streams are deep.

The eldest son hoes the beans in the east of the stream, while the middle son is weaving a chicken coop. He likes children scoundrels best, and lies on the head of the stream to peel off the lotus.

Poems by Du Fu

Moonlight

far off in Fuzhou she is watching the moonlight, watching it alone from the window of her chamber.

for our boy and girl, poor little babes, are too young to know where the Capital is.

her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, her jade-white shoulder is cold in the moon.

when shall we lie again on our screen, watching this bright light with no more tears?.

Shu Xiang < In a deep pine grove near the City of Silk.

with the green grass of spring colouring the steps, and birds chirping happily under the leaves.

the third summons weighted him with affairs of state, and to two generations he gave his true heart.

but before he could conquer, he was dead, and heroes have wept on their coats ever since.

Climbing high

in a sharp gale from the wide sky apes are whimpering, Zhuqing sand white birds fly back.

There is no end to falling trees and rustling, and the Yangtze River is rolling in endlessly.

Wanli is a frequent guest in sad autumn, and he has been on stage alone for more than a hundred years.