Du Fu (7 12-770), with beautiful words, is as famous as Du Gongbu and Du Shaoling. He was a great realistic poet in Gongxian, Henan (gongyi city, Zhengzhou, Henan) in the Tang Dynasty. Du Fu is regarded as a "poet saint" by the world, and his poems are called "the history of poetry". Du Fu and Li Bai are collectively called "Du Li". Du Fu was concerned about the country and the people, and his personality was noble. There are about 1400 poems preserved, and the collection is Du Gongbu, whose poetic skills are exquisite and highly respected in Chinese classical poetry, with far-reaching influence.
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Ai Jiangtou Author: Du Fu, Dynasty: Tang
Shaoling night swallowed and began to cry. I quietly descended along the winding river like a shadow of spring. There are thousands of palaces on the shore and new branches of willows. Who are you green for? ? I remember the colorful flags floating from the South Garden, which was full of colors. The first lady of the kingdom, from the Sun Palace, waited on the emperor's royal chariot. The cavalry in front of them were all holding bows and arrows, and discerning horses were chewing gold.
An archer, chest up, through the clouds, smiling. Where are those perfect eyes and those pearly teeth? A blood-stained soul has no home and nowhere to go. A clear wave flowed eastward, crossing the Diaolou Mountain Path, and there was no news. Compassionate people shed tears and hoped that she would be as eternal as rivers and flowers! Tatars on horseback, in the dim twilight, covered the town with dust. I fled to the south, but I was still staring at the throne in the north.
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The wild old man living in Shaoling (Du Fu claimed to be) cried silently and secretly came to Qujiang in spring. Thousands of doors are locked in the palace on the river bank. Who is the newborn willow green? Recall that when the emperor's colorful flags fell from Nanyuan, everything in the garden gave birth to brilliance. The first beauty of Zhaoyang Temple also traveled in the same car to accompany the emperor.
The female official in the palace in front of the car carries a bow and arrow, and the white horse is covered with a golden bridle with a chew. Turn over and shoot at the clouds in the sky, and the birds that took off one by one fell to the ground with a smile. Where are Yang Guifei's bright eyes and teeth? Blood has defiled her wandering soul, and she will never come back! The clear Weihe River flows eastward, and the Jiange where Xuanzong is located is so far-reaching.
There is no news of each other between those who left and those who stayed. Life is sentimental, tears wet the chest, rivers flow, rivers open, where do flowers stop? At dusk, Hu Qi blew the dust all over the city. I want to go to the south of the city, but I look north.