The poet Du Fu s poems, Du Fu what kind of poet

Jiangnan in the Year of the Turtle".

It is common to see it in King Qi's house, and Cui Jiutang has heard it a few times before.

It is a good scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and it is a good time to fall in the flowers.

Looking for flowers by the riverside".

Huang Siniang's house is full of flowers, and thousands of flowers are low on the branches.

The butterflies dance from time to time, and the warbler is just crying.

Spring Night Rain" Good rain knows the season, when spring happens.

Dive into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.

The wild trails are dark, and the river boats are bright.

Xiao looks at the red wet place, and the flowers are heavy in the official city.

"Gift Flowers" Jincheng silk pipe day after day, half into the river wind and half into the clouds.

This song should only be in the sky, and the world can hear it a few times.

Ascending" The wind is urgent, the sky is high, the ape is howling, and the white bird flies back.

Boundless falling trees and Xiao Xiao, not all the Yangtze River Gong Gong comes.

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

Hardship, bitterness, hatred, frost and sideburns, pouring down a new turbid wine glass.

Wangyue" How is Dai Zongfu, Qi Lu Qingwei.

Creation Zhong Shenxiu, yin and yang cut dusk.

Swing your chest and give birth to Zeng Yun, and decide to return to the bird.

It will be the top of the mountain, and the mountains will be seen at a glance.

Ascending Yueyang Tower" used to hear Dongting water, and now goes to Yueyang Tower.

Wu Chu is in the southeast, and Qiankun floats day and night.

Relatives and friends have no words, and the old and sick have a lonely boat.

Rongmaguan Mountain North, with Xuan Si Liu.

The guest arrives in the south and the north of the house, but the gulls come day by day.

The flower path has never been swept by guests, and the Pengmen is now open for you.

Panfang City is far from having a taste, and the bottle restaurant is poor and old.

He is willing to drink with his neighbor, and he calls out the rest of the cup.

Moonlit Night: Remembering My Brother".

The drums cut off the pedestrians, and the sound of geese on the autumn side.

The dew is white from tonight, and the moon is the hometown of Ming.

There are brothers who are scattered, and there is no home to ask about life and death.

The chief of the letter did not avoid it, but there was no truce.

Travel Night Book Huai" fine grass breeze shore, dangerous canoe canoe.

The stars hang down and the plains are wide, and the moon swells and the rivers flow.

The name is not written, and the official is on leave due to old age and illness.

What is fluttering, the world is a sand gull.

1. "Quatrain".

Two yellow orioles are singing green willows, and a line of egrets is in the sky.

The window contains a thousand autumn snow in Xiling, and the door is berthed in the Dongwu Wanli ship.

2."Mountain Walk".

Far up the cold mountain stone path slope, Baiyunsheng has a home.

Parking sits in love with the maple forest in the evening, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.

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How is Dai Zongfu? Qi Lu Qingwei is gone.

Creation Zhong Shenxiu, yin and yang cut dusk.

Swing the chest to give birth to stratus clouds, and decide to return to the bird.

It will be the top of the mountain, and the mountains will be seen at a glance.

The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is deep in spring. When I feel the tears, I hate the birds.

The beacon fire lasted for three months, and the family letter was worth 10,000 dollars. The whitehead scratching is shorter, and the hairpin is overwhelming.

Du Fu's poems:1. "Quatrain".Two yellow orioles are singing green willows, and a line of egrets is in the sky.

The window contains a thousand autumn snow in Xiling, and the door is berthed in the Dongwu Wanli ship.

2. Ascend. The wind is urgent, the sky is high, the ape is howling, and the white bird flies back.

Boundless falling trees and Xiao Xiao, endless Yangtze River rolling.

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

Hardship, bitterness, hatred, frost and sideburns, pouring down a new turbid wine glass.

3. The thatched hut is broken by the autumn wind.

In August and autumn, the wind roared, rolling up the triple thatch on my roof.

Mao flies across the river and sprinkles the suburbs of the river, the high one hangs on the long forest tops, and the lower one floats to the sinking pond pass.

The children of Nancun bullied me for being old and powerless, and they could endure being thieves on the other side, and openly hugged the grass into the bamboo.

His lips were dry and he couldn't breathe, and he came back and sighed to himself.

The Russian wind sets the clouds and ink, and the autumn desert turns to darkness.

The cloth has been cold like iron for many years, and Jiao'er is wicked and cracked.

There is no dry place in the bedside room, and the rain feet are not cut off.

Since the mourning and lack of sleep, why get wet for a long night?

There are tens of millions of mansions in Ande, and the cold people in the world are happy, and the wind and rain are not moving!

Alack! When I suddenly see this house in front of me, it is enough for me to freeze to death!

4. Wangyue. How about Dai Zongfu, Qi Lu Qingwei is gone.

Creation Zhong Shenxiu, yin and yang cut dusk.

Swing your chest and give birth to Zeng Yun, and decide to return to the bird.

It will be the top of the mountain, and the mountains will be seen at a glance.

5. Spring Hope. The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is deep in spring.

When I feel the tears, I hate the birds.

The beacon fire lasted for three months, and the family letter was worth 10,000 dollars.

The whitehead scratching is shorter, and the hairpin is overwhelming.

6. Spring night rain.

Good rain knows the season, when spring happens.

Dive into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.

The wild trails are dark, and the river boats are bright.

Xiao looks at the red wet place, and the flowers are heavy in the official city.

Du Fu, a realist poet of the Tang Dynasty, was called "Li Du" together with Li Bai, and later generations called him "Poetry Saint", and his poems were called "Poetry History".

Du Fu was a great realist poet of the Tang Dynasty.

Du Fu (712-770), whose name is Zimei, was originally from Gongxian County, Henan. His grandfather, Du Xianyan, was a famous poet in the early Tang Dynasty.

Ascend Tang Du Fu.

The wind is urgent, the sky is high, the ape is howling, and the white bird flies back. Boundless falling trees and Xiao Xiao, endless Yangtze River rolling. He is often a guest in the sad autumn, and he has been on stage alone for more than a hundred years. Hardship, bitterness, hatred, frost and sideburns, pouring down a new turbid wine glass. Translations.

The wind is strong, the ape is crying, and the birds are hovering on the river island. The boundless trees fall and fall their leaves, and the Yangtze River rolls and rushes endlessly. Sadness to the autumn scenery sighed thousands of miles of wandering all year round as a guest, a lifetime of illness riddled with illness today alone on the high platform.

After all the hardships and hatreds, the white hair is full of temples, and the wine glass of decay and heart is full of deviations, and the sorrow is suspended. Moonlit Night: Remembering My Brother".

Don Du Fu.

The drums cut off the pedestrians, and the sound of geese on the autumn side. The dew is white from tonight, and the moon is the hometown of Ming. There are brothers who are scattered, and there is no home to ask about life and death. The length of the letter is not reached, and the army has not ceased to be suspended. Translations.

The sound of drums on the upper floor cut off people's comings and goings, and in the autumn of the border plug, a lone goose was chirping. Since tonight, it has entered the white dew solar term, and the moon is still the brightest in my hometown. There are brothers, but they are all scattered, and there is no home to inquire about life and death.

Letters sent to Luoyang City often could not be delivered, not to mention the frequent wars that did not stop.

The beacon fire lasted for three months, and the family letter was worth 10,000 dollars.

Spring Hope. Don Du Fu.

The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is deep in spring.

When I feel the tears, I hate the birds.

The beacon fire lasted for three months, and the family letter was worth 10,000 dollars.

The whitehead scratching is shorter, and the hairpin is overwhelming.

Good rain knows the season, when spring happens. - Spring Night Rain".

Two yellow orioles are singing green willows, and a line of egrets is in the sky. - Quatrain

The old man combed his white hair early in the morning, and the Taoist priest of Xuandu came to visit. ——Title: Li Zunshi's Song of the Pine Tree and the Shoji Song

Spring Mountain seeks each other alone, and Logging Ding Ding Mountain is more secluded. ——Title: Zhang's Seclusion Two Songs".

The north pond is wide and the water is wide, and the Chinese pavilion is full of autumn winds. ——Accompany Zheng Gongqiu to look at the North Pond in the evening

When the mountain is broken, Jiang Ping refuses to flow. ——Accompany the king to make Jun Hui Ri Pan Jiang on the Huang Family Pavilion Two Songs".

The three sergeants of Bliss, who knows a hundred battlefields. ——Accompany Bai Zhongcheng to watch the banquet of the soldiers two songs".