Couplets or verses about Du Fu (verses and related couplets about Du Fu)

1. Poems and related couplets about Du Fu

Because of human nature, there are few good sentences, but the words are not surprising.

——Du Fu The dew is white tonight, and it will be bright in my hometown. ——Du Fu The setting sun illuminated the banner, and the wind blew.

——Du Fu has read tens of thousands of books and written with great spirit. Hui will be at the top of the mountain, with a panoramic view of all the small mountains - looking at the mountains tomorrow, the world will be two and a half - gift to the Eighth Guards The eight ministers did not know the Nantang Road, but now they know that the Fifth Bridge Zhumen smells of wine and meat, and the road has frozen bones floating in the air. It seems that the sky and the earth are like sand gulls - Traveling at night to read, singing and drinking in the daytime, youth is a good companion and returning home - I heard that the government troops gathered in Henan and Hebei, the endless falling trees rustled, the endless Yangtze River rolled in - Climbing up the Jinjiang River, the spring scenery came to heaven and earth, The floating clouds of the jade barrier change the past and the present - climb the tower and divide the country into three parts, and become famous as the eight formations. Autumn comes and looks at each other. The fluttering porridge has not yet been ashamed of the cinnabar. Ge Hong drinks and sings and spends the day in the sky. He is domineering and begging for someone. I plant a hundred peaches as a gift before spring. Although there are no trees in Huanhua Village and Heyang County, the garden beside the Zhuojin River is not full of flowers and pavilions. In his year, he went to Mianzhu Pavilion and left the county. There was no such thing in front of the house on the Gaojiang River. Fortunately, there were green willows blowing in the waves. Seeing the guests, I was so worried that I couldn't wake up. The spring scenery arrived at Jiangting. When the flowers are blooming, I will teach the orioles. I am too small. I am planting peaches and plums with my hands. I have no owner. The old wall is low. I am still home. Just like the spring breeze deceives each other. The night comes and blows a few branches of flowers. I know the thatched house is extremely low. The swallows on the small river often come to pick up mud spots and stain the book. More flying insects are hitting people. February has passed and March has passed. I am getting old and spring. How many times can I not think about the endless things outside my body. In my lifetime, my heart is broken. The river is broken. The desire of spring ends. The staff slowly steps up. The wild catkins on the Fangzhou are blown away by the wind. The thin peach blossoms are drifting away. The water flow is too lazy to leave the village. The day is in the forest with green moss and turbid wine. The clear water is still in the spring breeze in the wild. The poplar path is covered with white felt. The stream is dotted with lotus leaves, green money, bamboo shoots, roots, and no one can see the ducklings on the sand. The mother sleeps in the west of the house. The soft mulberry leaves can be picked up by the river. How many years have you spent? Spring has passed and summer has left. The fragrant mash is like honey. The willows next to the door are weak and curling like a fifteen-year-old girl. Silk tubes, the sun is half in the river wind and half in the clouds. This song should only be heard a few times in the sky and in the world. In front of the Huangshi Pagoda, the river in the east is lazy and sleepy, leaning on the breeze. A cluster of peach blossoms is open without an owner. Cute, deep red, light red and yellow. Four maiden's houses are full of flowers. Thousands of flowers hang low on the branches, and the butterflies are always dancing freely. The orioles are just crowing. They don't look at the flowers and they will die. I'm afraid that the flowers will be gone and they will grow old. The branches will easily fall one after another. I went to the savage period by the river. Although I am old and sick, I am unable to force myself to fish on a sunny day. When will the rain and clear clouds come out? The white sand and bluestone will come out of the stream. There will be no mud. I will only need to cut down the bamboo to clear the wasteland. I will lean on the stick to pierce the flowers and listen to the fragrance of the catalpa tree. I will cut off the new stamens on the fishing rock. Flying is not as good as being drunk. The wind is blowing. You can bear it. When you wake up, the rain is thinning outside the door. The cormorants are gone. The sand head suddenly sees you and you guess each other. From now on, you know people's wishes. You have to come a hundred times a day. Countless bamboo shoots are covered with bamboo shoots. The forest is full of firewood. The door is closed and blocks the pedestrians. I will have to read Cheng Zhuke last time, and I have never been angry. I can't write to welcome Yu Xin. The article has become more mature. Ling Yunjian's writing style is popular among people today. It has been passed down. The past sages are afraid of the younger generations. Yang Wang Lu Luo was thin and light at that time. He was not a literary scholar. He Cao's body Even if the name is destroyed, the rivers will flow forever. Even if the king of Lu is inferior to the Han and Wei dynasties in his calligraphy and calligraphy, the dragon and the tiger's back are all kings. All the years have passed. I have seen you and Cao's talents. It is hard to praise the public. Who is the hero today? Or look at the emerald orchid. There is no whale in the blue sea. Today's people love the ancients and their beautiful poems must be stolen by their neighbors. Song Yi Fang Jia is afraid of following in the footsteps of Qi Liang. He is not as good as the predecessors. Let's not doubt who passed down the ancestors and recounted the past. Many teachers are your teachers, but when I see the new ones smile, I hear the old ones cry - the beauty is covered with crowns, but the old man is haggard - Dream Li Bai (Part 2) The country is broken, the mountains and rivers are there, the city is full of spring grass and trees - why is the spring hope so fluttering? It seems that the sky and the earth are like sand gulls - Traveling at night to read, singing and drinking in the daytime, youth is a good companion and returning home - I heard that the government troops gathered in Henan and Hebei, the endless falling trees rustled, the endless Yangtze River rolled in - Climbing up the Jinjiang River, the spring scenery came to heaven and earth, The floating clouds on the jade barrier change the past and the present - climbing the tower is the beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and we meet you again when the flowers are falling - the year of Li Gui in the south of the Yangtze River - the mountains and rivers of Du Fu's country are broken, and the spring vegetation in the city is deep.

——Du Fu The wine and meat in Zhumen stinks, and there are frozen bones on the road.

——Du didn’t know Nantang Road, but now he knows that the fifth bridge is full of wine and meat, and there are frozen bones floating on the road. What does it look like? The sky and the earth are like sand gulls. When you travel at night, you must indulge in drinking while singing during the day. It’s better to have youth as a companion. Township - I heard that the government troops were taking over Henan and Hebei. The endless falling trees are rustling, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling in. - Climb high to the Jinjiang River and the spring scenery comes to heaven and earth. The floating clouds on the jade barrier change the past and the present. - Climb the tower to divide the country into three parts. It is called the Eight Formations. Autumn comes to visit each other. Shang Piaopeng Before I was ashamed of the cinnabar, Ge Hong drank hard and sang wildly. He spent the day flying and domineering. I begged for someone and planted a hundred peaches. Before spring, I planted a hundred peaches to send them to Huanhua Village. Although there were no trees in Heyang County, the Zhuojin Riverside was not full of gardens and pavilions. In his year, he arrived at Mianzhu Pavilion. There is nothing like this in front of my house on the high river in the county. Fortunately, there are green willows blowing in the waves. Seeing the guests, I can’t wake up with sorrow. The rogue spring arrives at the river pavilion, and I send the flowers to bloom. I teach the orioles, Tai Ding, planting peaches and plums with my hands. It’s not like I have no owner, the old wall is low, but it’s just like a home. The spring breeze deceives me so much that the night comes and blows off a few flowers. I know the thatched cottage is very low. The swallows on the river often come to pick up mud spots and stain the piano. In the book, they catch flying insects and hit people. February has passed and March has grown old. How many times can I think about it in spring? There are endless things outside the body, and they are all limited in life. The cup is broken, the river is full of spring, the desire ends, the quinoa slowly steps up on the Fangzhou, the wild catkins go with the wind, the light peach blossoms chase the water, the laziness is too slow, and I can’t leave the village to call my children. The sun is hiding behind the firewood gate, with green moss and turbid wine, in the quiet clear water, spring breeze. In the wild, the dim path is paved with poplars and covered with white felt. The stream is dotted with lotus leaves and green bamboo shoots. No one can see the pheasants. On the sand, the chicks are sleeping next to their mothers. Mulberry leaves can be harvested by the river. The geometry of life is spring and summer. The glutinous rice is like honey. The willows across the door curl up weakly, just like the waist of a fifteen-year-old daughter. Who said that the morning came unintentionally and the strong wind broke the longest Jincheng silk pipe. The sun was half in the river and half in the clouds. This song should only be heard in the sky. How many times can one hear it in the world? In front of the master's pagoda, the spring light on the east side of the river is lazy and sleepy, relying on the breeze. A cluster of peach blossoms is blooming without an owner. Cute, dark red, light red and yellow. Four maiden's flowers are in full bloom. Thousands of flowers are hanging low on the branches, and the butterflies are dancing freely. The orioles are just singing. They don't just look at the flowers and ask for them. Afraid of death, the flowers will run out and old age will encourage the branches to fall easily. The young leaves will fall one after another. The rain will fall slowly, the palace will be humiliated and a poem will be sent. No mud, just cut down bamboo to open up wasteland trails, lean on a stick to pierce flowers, listen to the fragrance of the catalpa tree, lean on the Diaoji River to cut new flower stamens that haven't been able to fly, it's better to be drunk, the wind is blowing, but when you wake up, the rain is thinning, and the cormorants outside the door can't come to Shatou. Suddenly I see my eyes and I guess. From now on, I know people's intentions. I have to come a hundred times a day. Countless spring bamboo shoots are full of trees and firewood. The door is closed and the people's guild is blocked. I have to look at it as a bamboo guest. I will never be angry. I can't welcome Yu Xin. The article has become Ling Yunjian's writing style. Across the modern people, there is no end to the legends. Forefathers and sages are afraid of future generations. King Yang Lu Luo was a frivolous man at that time. Cao Cao is still alive. Both his body and his name will be destroyed. The rivers and rivers will flow forever. Even though King Lu’s calligraphy is inferior to that of the Han and Wei dynasties, Long Wenhu is a coquettish man. All the years have passed, and I have seen that your Cao's talents are hard to praise. Now, who is the best among the heroes? Or you can see the whale on the emerald orchid. 2. About Du Fu's couplets

There are thousands of words in the history of poetry. In autumn, a swan lays its bones; in the thatched cottage, for three or five miles, in the spring water, a group of people fight against the wild old heart.

Du Fu read more than ten thousand volumes; Li Bai wrote and became a hero. The devastation in the world is reflected in the sages in the poem; the suffering of the people is reflected in the writing.

Remembering loyalty, mending the gaps and picking up lost things are still yesterday; where is the ring, the clear light, fragrant mist replaces the soul of poetry. Wanli Bridge West House; Baihuatan North House.

The main entrance, located on the bank of Huanhua Creek in the western suburbs of Chengdu, is the former site of the Chengdu residence of Du Fu, a poet of the Tang Dynasty. The original residence no longer exists after the mid-Tang Dynasty. In the Song Dynasty, thatched huts were rebuilt and ancestral temples were erected. Later dynasties built more buildings. Today, the main buildings include the Grand Hall, the Hall of Poetry and History, and the Temple of the Ministry of Industry.

Wanli Bridge: Located on the Jinjiang River at the south gate of Chengdu. Baihuatan: I have been buried in the fortress and stood up to the difficult times; I looked at the enemies with my eyes.

Daxie, enter the main entrance of the thatched cottage, cross the stone bridge, and pass through the plum forest. Daxie is a place of different generations. When asked about such a country, how many poets and guests are there, how many poets are there? , the moon is white and the wind clears the thatched cottage. Gu Fuchu wrote about living secludedly beside the bamboos in the Dalu River, thinking of singing softly outside the stream, dense algae round sand and grass pavilion; beautiful scenery on the balcony, small groups among the flowers, and wild plum blossoms and willows filling the spring city.

He Shaoji wrote about Du Ling in Daxie and hurt the jackals and tigers; he is patriotic, lonely and weak in bullfighting. Ye Jianying wrote a big poem.

Du Ling: Du Fu calls himself Du Ling Buyi and Shaoling Ye Lao.

Gutai: A lonely heart, loyal and loving, entrusted to the poet, Li was banished to the immortal Chai Xu, and ridiculed the three Tang Dynasties; Qichi was a landlord, strict in his discipline, and was known as a confidant, and he still left several acres of lakes and mountains.

Chen Cishan wrote the title "Da Xie". Li Banxian: Li Bai.

Yan Jiedu: Yan Wu, Du Fu lived in Chengdu due to the Anshi Rebellion. Yan Wu appointed him to be a member of the staff, inspection and work department, Wai Lang Thatched Cottage, to be passed down to future generations; a sage of poetry for thousands of years. Zhu De wrote a poem about the new pine tree in the Hall of History.

Chen Yi collected Du’s poems and wrote about them. The devastation in the world is reflected in the sages in his poems; the suffering of the people is reflected in his writings. Guo Moruo's poems and history have been around for thousands of years. He came to the south to find the Prime Minister's ancestral hall, which is also famous in the universe. The bridge connects thousands of miles. He went to the east to ask about the elders in Xiangyang, and a few of them remembered each other in Jianglou.

Shen Baozhen wrote thousands of words of poems in the History Hall. In the autumn, a swan makes bones; in the thatched cottage, there are gulls flocking in the spring water and old hearts. In the Hall of Poetry and History, a pen stands straight in the horse class, allowing three talented people to learn; after a hundred years of gratitude, the treasure has been revealed, and the loneliness and anger of Shen have passed away.

Chen Fengyuan wrote poems in the Hall of History, but now there are no new poems by the elderly; where can the old man come to compose poems? The Hall of Poetry and History is full of rivers and mountains, and the earth has long since existed in the Tang Dynasty; it is like a monarchy, and the thatched cottage is like Du Lingchun.

The location of the Poetry and History Hall is actually Guangsha. You can get the rhyme by picking up plum blossoms, and get the sound by stroking the bamboo. Hey, sir, can you chant chanting? At home, if you knock on the gates of Shaanxi, you will have no country. Alas, even a gentleman will be poor. Fan Yinsun wrote poems in the Hall of History.

Yu Gong: Officials living in foreign lands. This king of poetry has lived all over the mist of Xiangyang and Yunshan on the road to Shu. He is thinking about his home country and often feels the autumn wind and misses Du Qu. Who is young in Wuling, and his close acquaintance is only in Longyou? Ci Chen, Xianyang Festival, Beijing is in sight, and I recall Chang'an every time because of tears and rain. Hall of Poetry and History.

Wuling: refers to Changling, Ziling, Yangling, Maoling and Pingling in the Han Dynasty. Poet: Li Bai.

Jiedu: Yanwu Huangjiangjiewu Gonggong for thousands of years; two sages of the Song Dynasty were promoted to the throne in different generations. Qianbaotang inscribed the Gongbu Temple, which contains the "Shaoling Thatched Cottage Picture" made during the Jiaqing period of Emperor Qianlong of the Qing Dynasty.

He Shaoji inscribed Gongbu Temple. People's Day: On the seventh day of the first lunar month, on a spring day in Baihua Pond, all traces of Zheng Gong's path were found; in the autumn wind, a thatched hut passed by the Prime Minister's Ancestral Hall.

Chen Fengyuan inscribed the wild flowers and Tianbao Xiang of the Gongbu Temple and the Qiu Yu Du Tomb Stele. Xie Weifeng wrote a poem about the temple of the Ministry of Industry and Commerce, and it was like a storm. He recited the harsh words of his life in sorrow, which inspired the two schools of Song and Xian.

Wang Kaiyun inscribed the Gongbu Temple. There are two schools of poetry in the Song Dynasty: Huang Tingjian founded the Jiangxi Poetry School, and Lu You founded the Jiannan Poetry School.

Hanquan food: Huang Tingjian and Lu You are worshiped on both sides of the Gongbu Temple. Wujun Sangao: There are three Gao ancestral halls in Suzhou, which honor Mr. Fan Li in the Spring and Autumn Period, Zhang Han in the Jin Dynasty, and Lu Gui Meng Jinli in the Tang Dynasty as their wives; Yuxiao Sanli is the title.

Jijuti Gongbu Temple. Scattered officials: They are like scattered officials. Idle officials leave great traces in the mountains and rivers; the sky and the earth are small and lonely.

Chen Fengyuan inscribed the Shouhangxuan, which is located in the right corner of the Gongbu Temple. A collection of Du Fu's poems entitled Shouhangxuan.

Immortal couple: high-spirited and extraordinary friends, as mentioned in Du Fu's poem: "A beautiful lady picks up the green spring and asks each other, and the immortal couple moves in the same boat late at night." The spring has passed here but the beauty is still at the end of the water. Tan Guangfu wrote about the water sill, where Du Fu once ran a medicine garden but recited poems. He had no choice but to do so. This man was a frequent guest and there was nothing he could do in the world.

Wu Jiekang wrote about the water threshold. Si people: This person refers to Du Fu's official sentiments, which are far away from Cangzhou; his poems remain between heaven and earth for a long time.

In the Exhibition Room of Wu Tang's Collection of Sentences, one looks sideways to the world and becomes more nostalgic; he chants poems while being independent and boundless. Xie Wuliang collected Du's poems and studied the dance of red silk flowers in the showroom; the path bloomed in spring.

Guo Moruo wrote about the flower path. A path in Du Fu’s thatched cottage leads to Guo Hall. He Yudu inscribed the flower path.

A flock of gulls mistakenly recognizes its owner. Lin Sijin wrote the inscription Huajing.

Yong Hui: holding a broom. When the ancients received guests, they often paid homage with ups and downs of poems and cherished the beauty of their years; they discussed spring affairs and spent time together.

He Shaoji collected Du’s poems and inscribed them on the thatched pavilion. Today, mottled bamboos are living along the river; countless spring bamboo shoots are growing all over the forest. A collection of Du Fu's poems titled Cao Pavilion means that there are no new poems for the elders today; where can the old man come to compose poems?

The thin shadows of the independent building are swaying in confusion, and Bai Ye is solitary in his heart. Chen Fengyuan inscribed the independent building.

Fanke: Fanke Mountain is said to be the name of Chang'an Mountain. Li Bai's poem "Play to Du Fu" says: "I met Du Fu on the top of Fanke Mountain, wearing a hat on his head and the sun shines brightly at noon." Poetry Ladle: A ladle for storing poems. The Tang Dynasty is so famous, who is its opponent? In the mausoleum, there are spring trees and dusk clouds, and Bai Ye's poems are passed down in competition; I meet the same five generations, and the story goes back, and I talk about Tianbao, and the thatched cottage in the autumn wind, which makes me sigh with emotion.

Wan Shenzi titled the independent building. Three Tang Dynasties: Three periods of the Tang Dynasty.

Spring trees and dusk clouds: a quote from Du Fu's poem "Remembering Li Bai in Spring". Five Dynasties: Five dynasties, this refers to the Liang, Chen, Qi, Zhou and Sui ten years, the shogunate mourned the Qin Yue; a volume of Tang poetry complements the Shu style.

Gao Xiaoyu wrote Chaimen. Shogunate: that is, General Yanwu's mansion.

Shu style: There is no "Shu style" in "The Book of Songs: National Style". Du's poems can make up for the brilliance of thousands of feet, and his articles are astounding in the world. He Yudu wrote about Chaimen.

Jianggan: River bank. Du Fu's poem: "How can there be articles that shock the sea, and work hard on the rivers and horses?" The song became a historical record. He was loyal to the emperor and patriotic, and he did not forget every meal. The poems became elegant in the Tang Dynasty. Officials secluded in the mountains and rivers, and poets moved there and gathered together. Here, the thatched cottage should be called Lu Lingguang. 3. What are the pairs in Du Fu's quatrains?

Two orioles sing in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascends to the blue sky.

1. From "Queju" written by Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty.

2. Original text

"Quatrains"

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

Two orioles sing in the green willows, and a row of egrets climbs into the blue sky.

The window contains Qianqiu snow in Xiling, and the door is docked with a ship thousands of miles away from Dongwu

3. Translation

Two orioles were singing among the green willows, and a row of egrets were standing straight. Soar into the blue sky. Sitting in front of the window, you can see the snow that has not melted for thousands of years in Xiling. There are thousands of miles of ships from Soochow moored at the door.

4. Notes

1. Xiling: Xiling Snow Mountain.

2. Qianqiu Snow: refers to the snow on Xiling Snow Mountain that has not melted for thousands of years.

3. Mooring: mooring.

4. Soochow: The territory of the Wu Kingdom in ancient times, around Jiangsu Province.

5. Wanli Ship: A ship that travels thousands of miles.

Extended information:

Appreciation

"Two orioles sing in the green willows, and a line of egrets ascends to the blue sky." Two orioles are singing, and there is a sound. "A row of egrets ascending to the blue sky", this is a behavior and an action. One horizontal and one vertical, "two" and "one" are opposite; one horizontal and one vertical, a very bright natural scenery unfolds. In this poem, the word "Ming" is the most expressive, using anthropomorphic techniques to describe the oriole more vividly.

Then Du Fu talked about "the window contains the snow of Xiling for thousands of years". My window contains the snow accumulated in Minshan Mountain for thousands of years. The Minshan Mountain to the west is covered with snow for thousands of years. A Minshan. "The Dongwu Wanli Ship is parked at the door." There is a ship thousands of miles long parked at my door. In this way, a greeting and a sending are formed, welcoming the snow-covered mountains into your field of vision and sending the boat downstream.

So the fact that the "Wanli Ship" can pass also means that the "Anshi Rebellion" has come to an end and is close to being quelled. At this time, the ship can also pass, and people doing business can go here. The rivers come and go. So a poem like this is very beautiful in itself, and in addition, its four sentences are all antithetical. Quatrains have been around since the Six Dynasties. After the Tang Dynasty, quatrains have become a very mature art. Many of our famous poems use quatrains.

A quatrain is four sentences, and the four sentences often either do not contrast with each other, or the first two sentences of the four sentences describe the scene but the last two sentences do not contrast with the lyricism, or the first two sentences do not contrast with each other and the last two sentences with each other, then Now all four lines of his poem are antithetical, which can be said to be a very neat and carefully written poem. There was a time when Du Fu was writing a poem that made people "will never stop until their words are amazing", so he refined this poem over and over again

Baidu Encyclopedia - Four Quatrains 4. There is a couplet in the Du Fu Thatched Cottage in Chengdu. The implication of Du Fu's poem is

The original text is: "The common people in poetry often wet their single clothes with tears, and Mr. Du will never grow old; he has lived in a thatched cottage, and he hopes that the people will live in a wide building, and his heart will be pure."

Du Fu’s poem contained in the second couplet is: Tens of thousands of vast buildings can be found, and the poor people in the world can be sheltered with joy.

Translation: "How can I get tens of millions of spacious and bright houses to accommodate the poor and well-educated people in the world to study knowledge happily together?"

Selected from: "Thatched Cottage for Houses" Song of a Broken House by the Autumn Wind"

Original text:

Song of a Thatched House Broken by the Autumn Wind

Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty

The high autumn wind howls in August ( háo), roll up the triple (chóng) thatch on my house.

Mao flies across the river and spreads across the outskirts of the river. The taller ones hang on juàn and grow (cháng) on ??the forest tips, while the lower ones float around the Shentan col (ào).

The group of children in Nancun deceived me because I was old and weak, and I could not bear to face them as thieves.

He carried the grass into the bamboos openly, his lips were burnt and his mouth was dry and he couldn't breathe. When he came back, he leaned on his staff and sighed.

The wind in Russia makes the clouds dark, and the desert turns dark in autumn (hēi).

The quilt (qīn) ??has been as cold as iron for many years, and the delicate child is lying on it (è) and is cracked inside.

The leakage at the bedside has no place to dry, and the rain has not stopped.

Since I have been mourning (sāng) for a long time, I have had little sleep and how can I get wet all night long?

There are tens of millions of buildings (shà) in Anhui, and the shelter (bì) makes all the poor people in the world happy, and they are as safe as a mountain without being affected by wind or rain!

Woohoo! When I suddenly see this house in front of my eyes, it will be enough for my house to be broken down and freeze to death!