Du Fu has eight songs of Qiu Xing, and Ya and Du Fu have eight songs of Qiu Xing .

Yulu withers the maple forest, and Wushan Wuxia is depressed.

The waves in the river and the sky surge, plugging the wind and clouds and grounding yin.

Cong Ju opened his tears twice, and the lonely boat was the heart of the old garden.

The cold clothes are urging the knife ruler everywhere, and the White Emperor City is in a hurry and the anvil is twilight.

The sunset in the lonely city of Kuifu is slanting, and every time you look at Jinghua according to the South Dipper.

Listen to the ape's three tears, and follow the August chariot.

The incense burner of the painting province violates the pillow, and the mountain building is hidden in sorrow.

Please look at the stone vine Luo Yue, has been reflected in the front of the reed flowers.

Qianjia Mountain Guo Jing Zhaohui, Riri Jianglou sits on Cuiwei.

The fishermen of Xinsu are also general, and the swallows fly in the early autumn.

Kuang Heng's anti-sparse reputation is thin, and Liu Xiang's heart is against it.

Many of the classmates are not cheap, and Wuling Qiu Ma is light and fat.

Hearing that Chang'an is like a game of chess, the world is sad for a hundred years.

The princes and princes are all new owners, and the civil and military clothes are different from the past.

The golden drum of Guanshan in the north is shocked, and the west is late.

The fish and dragon are lonely and the autumn river is cold, and the old country lives in peace.

Penglai Palace is facing Nanshan, and the golden stem is exposed between the Han Dynasty.

Looking at the Yaochi in the west, the queen mother descended, and the purple air was full of letters in the east.

The clouds move the pheasant's tail to open the palace fan, and the sun surrounds the dragon scales to recognize the holy face.

One bedroom Cangjiang is shocking at night, and several times the green trivial point to work.

Qutang Gorge Mouth Qujiang Head, thousands of miles of wind and smoke are connected to Suqiu.

The calyx sandwiches the city through the royal air, and the hibiscus garden is worried.

The bead curtain embroidered pillar surrounds the yellow bird, and the white gull rises on the brocade cable tooth wall.

Looking back at the pitiful singing and dancing place, Qinzhong has been an imperial state since ancient times.

Kunming Chishui Han Shi Gong, Emperor Wu is in the eyes.

The weaver girl silk is empty of the night moon, and the stone whale scales move the autumn wind.

The wave drifting wild rice is dark and black, and the dew cold lotus room is pink.

The sky is only a bird road, and the rivers and lakes are full of fishermen.

Kunwu Yusu is self-sufficient, and the purple pavilion peak is in the shade of the United States.

Fragrant rice pecks at the remaining parrot grains, and the green phoenix perches on the old phoenix branches.

The beauties asked each other in the spring, and the immortals moved in the same boat at night.

The colored pen used to dry the weather, and the white head was bitter and low.

Poem The breeze blows the willows.

1) The west wind is tormenting the sparse forest, and the winding path is secluded and cypress.

The jade leaves are tender due to frost, and the qiongzhi is soaked in dew and turns to clear the shade.

At the end of the world, thousands of geese are in tears, and the grass socks are leaking and the clouds are in the heart.

Wisps of sorrow can't be groaned, and feelings are lonely and lonely for several autumn anvils.

2) The Milky Way is oblique, and the three of them are thinking about things.

The geese are flat and sand gallop on the road, and the desert is full of immortals.

Qingqiu opens the old man who plays the flute, and the silent night lovesickness tastes itself.

Looking forward to the full moon tonight, Wen Jun fell into a dream to protect the delicate flowers.

3) The long wind sends the slanting light for thousands of miles, and the mist is misty and faint.

Qumo osmanthus flowers have not been seen, and the barren beach reeds are dense and flying.

The soul of the lotus withered Bigai Fang went, and the old friends of Jusan Jintan violated.

The fallen leaves are sorrowful, the frost and the moon are thin, and I hope that the rain and plum are fat this winter.

4) If you show that life is like a game of chess, it is sad to meditate on the past.

It is difficult for the ape to cry and fall in tune, and the geese are not in harmony.

Yan Gui is looking for incense to welcome guests early, and it is late to find a shadow of Zhulan.

How to solve Tanlang's bitterness in the autumn wind, only a good article comforts me.

5) The frost sky dyes all the mountains, like fire and maple forests and clear water.

The geese returned to their hometown through Ba Shui, and Su Jian sent a letter to the customs.

Xia Shu splendid new Rui, dew decorated pearls moisten the old face.

Put the lamp tonight with laughter, Mid-Autumn Festival to friends to visit the class.

6) Flying reeds dancing on the beachhead, dotting Qingying dyeing in autumn.

Lu Leng Xiang is cold and lonely in his dream, and Lin Kong's eyebrows are sad.

The rain in Wushan washed away the yellow birds, and the clouds in the Qinling Mountains raised white gulls.

Wanting to chase thousands of miles, Ping Piaopeng turned around Tingzhou.

7) Colorful and colorful, the lake is shining in the eyes.

Xinlan touches up the morning dew, and the fragrance of cinnamon chases the evening breeze.

The cypress leaves are deep in the clouds, and the maple branches are lightly dyed red on the sun.

The flowers in the capital are good this autumn, and a thousand cups of chrysanthemum wine are drunk.

8) The floating clouds are ethereal and the mountains are meandering, and the colored frost and maple are beautiful.

The jade wind blows the spirit, and the fragrant mountain shines on the danzhi.

The melodious fairy tube descends from the sky, and the pleasant fishing boat willow shore moves.

The cool autumn is high and the holy realm is high, and the homesick guests are in tears.

Yulu withers the maple forest, and Wushan Wuxia is depressed.

The waves in the river and the sky surge, plugging the wind and clouds and grounding yin.

Cong Ju opened his tears twice, and the lonely boat was the heart of the old garden.

The cold clothes are urging the knife ruler everywhere, and the White Emperor City is in a hurry and the anvil is twilight.

The sunset in the lonely city of Kuifu is slanting, and every time you look at Jinghua according to the South Dipper.

Listen to the ape's three tears, and follow the August chariot.

The incense burner of the painting province violates the pillow, and the mountain building is hidden in sorrow.

Please look at the stone vine Luo Yue, has been reflected in the front of the reed flowers.

Qianjia Mountain Guo Jing Zhaohui, Riri Jianglou sits on Cuiwei.

The fishermen of Xinsu are also general, and the swallows fly in the early autumn.

Kuang Heng's anti-sparse reputation is thin, and Liu Xiang's heart is against it.

Many of the classmates are not cheap, and Wuling Qiu Ma is light and fat.

Hearing that Chang'an is like a game of chess, the world is sad for a hundred years.

The princes and princes are all new owners, and the civil and military clothes are different from the past.

The golden drum of Guanshan in the north is shocked, and the west is late.

The fish and dragon are lonely and the autumn river is cold, and the old country lives in peace.

Penglai Palace is facing Nanshan, and the golden stem is exposed between the Han Dynasty.

Looking at the Yaochi in the west, the queen mother descended, and the purple air was full of letters in the east.

The clouds move the pheasant's tail to open the palace fan, and the sun surrounds the dragon scales to recognize the holy face.

One bedroom Cangjiang is shocking at night, and several times the green trivial point to work.

Qutang Gorge Mouth Qujiang Head, thousands of miles of wind and smoke are connected to Suqiu.

The calyx sandwiches the city through the royal air, and the hibiscus garden is worried.

The bead curtain embroidered pillar surrounds the yellow bird, and the white gull rises on the brocade cable tooth wall.

Looking back at the pitiful singing and dancing place, Qinzhong has been an imperial state since ancient times.

Kunming Chishui Han Shi Gong, Emperor Wu is in the eyes.

The weaver girl silk is empty of the night moon, and the stone whale scales move the autumn wind.

The wave drifting wild rice is dark and black, and the dew cold lotus room is pink.

The sky is only a bird road, and the rivers and lakes are full of fishermen.

Kunwu Yusu is self-sufficient, and the purple pavilion peak is in the shade of the United States.

Fragrant rice pecks at the remaining parrot grains, and the green phoenix perches on the old phoenix branches.

The beauties asked each other in the spring, and the immortals moved in the same boat at night.

The colored pen used to dry the weather, and the white head was bitter and low.

Kunwu Yusu is self-sufficient, and the purple pavilion peak is in the shade of the United States. Fragrant rice pecks at the remaining parrot grains, and the green phoenix perches on the old phoenix branches. The beauties asked each other in the spring, and the immortals moved in the same boat at night.

In the past, the pen used to dry the weather, and the white-headed chant was bitter and low. Appreciation: The eighth poem expresses the sense of the rise and fall of the past and the present through the memories and imagination of Kunwu Mountain and the Meipi area, and is also a summary of this group of poems.

Meipi was a major landscape and tourist destination in the suburbs of Chang'an at that time. The poet once boated, drank, chanted poems, and had fun with Cen Shen and others, and there was a poem "Mipi Xing" to record the grand occasion at that time. First of all, the long road leading to Bi is pointed out, passing through Kungo Pavilion and the Mijuku River, where the mountains and rivers are tortuous and the shadow of the lofty Purple Peak Pavilion is reflected in the Mipi River.

This is a beautiful scene that the poet passed through and was familiar with. The jaw couplet writes about the abundance of products on the day of the United States. There are rare birds and birds in the deep forest, fragrant rice to feed parrots, and there is more than enough pecking; The green tree beckons the phoenix, and the habitat is stable.

A peaceful scene of the prosperous era of Kaiyuan. This couplet is an inverted syntax, a famous sentence through the ages, which is actually "the parrot pecks at the fragrant rice grains, and the phoenix perches on the old green branches." The imagery is luxurious, the rhetoric is elegant, and the battle is fine, representing the aesthetic height of the poet's poetry in his later years.

The neck couplet inserts two sentences of spring scenery in the eight autumn songs, and the reproduction of the beauty of the past is the poet who fell into the deep memory of the peaceful scene of Chang'an in the past and couldn't help but wave his pen, a light and joyful lyricism, contrasting the loneliness and sadness of the present. "Picking green" refers to breaking branches and picking grass or picking up beautiful feathers in the spring outing. "Immortals", a partner of a spring outing.

The tail couplet is infinitely emotionally aroused by the above memories. The poet's wonderful pen once sang the beautiful scene of the peaceful and prosperous times, and now he is wandering to the end of the world, looking far away, and in the contemplation of reminiscing about the past, his white head is deeply lowered. This poem is very much written about his reminiscence of the peaceful scene of the prosperous era of Chang'an, and expresses his deep affection for the sad times, the homeland, and the rise and fall of his hometown.

The entire group of poems was collected, and the theme of the group of poems of "living in Kuizhou and caring for Chang'an" was completed. The realm of the whole poem moves between Kuizhou and Chang'an, the thoughts of the old country and the sense of sinking are intertwined, writing Kuizhou is what you see, writing Chang'an is what you think, and the virtual and the real are born. The eight poems are all lyrical, which is an attempt to expand the scope of expression of the metrical poem.

The rhythm is exquisite, the rules are strict and full of changes, the words and sentences are tempered, the rhetoric is luxuriant, the language is gorgeous, and the rhythm is depressed and frustrated, which is similar to the style of the five poems of "Yonghuai Monuments", representing the poet's new aesthetic trend of poetry in his later years.