Collect 8 poems of Du Fu about tourism.

Jiangshan bathed in spring, how beautiful, flowers send flowers.

Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach.

Jueju

Don du fu

Go for an outing by the river. See you later. Take the standard. In spring, the wind rises and the city falls, and the tall buildings are sad. What spring looks like.

Don du fu

Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested.

Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.

The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.

Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night.

Don du fu

Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.

The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.

Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy. Shu Xiang

Don du fu

Where is the temple of the famous prime minister? It is in a deep pine forest near the Silk City.

The steps are dotted with green grass in spring, and birds are chirping happily under the leaves.

The third call aggravated his state affairs, and he gave his sincerity to two generations.

But before he conquered, he died, and since then the heroes have been crying on their coats. Huanxisha

Don du fu

After the rain, the grass is tender and fresh, and the sand is light and clean. When will it be cleaned up?

The sunshine is warm, the mulberries are splashed, and the wind is like smoke, which makes you a person. moonlit night

Don du fu

In Fuzhou, far away, she is looking at the moonlight, looking at it alone from the window of her room.

For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is.

Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight.

When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? .

Eight Poems of Qiu Xing

Year: Tang Author: Du Fu

Yulu withered maple forest, Wushan Wuxia bleak.

Between the river and the sky, the waves are rough and the clouds are covered with fog.

Cong Ju shed tears the other day. She was alone in the boat.

Cold clothes push knives and rulers everywhere, and Baidicheng is anxious.

The ancient city of Kuifu has an oblique sunset, and every time it travels south to Wangjing.

Listen to the ape shed three tears and check with you in August.

Draw an incense burner and lean on a pillow, and the mountain floor hides sorrow.

Look at the vines on the stone, which have reflected the flowers in front of the continent.

Qian Shan is full of water in Zhao Hui. One day, the buildings by the river are green.

The fisherman in the lodge is still ordinary, and the swallow flies in the clear autumn.

Kuang Heng's resistance to fame and fortune is weak, and Liu Xiangchuan's heart has been violated.

Students and teenagers are not cheap, and the five tombs are light and fat.

It is said that if Chang 'an plays chess, the world will be sad for a hundred years.

The houses of princes have all changed their owners, and the clothes of civil servants and military commanders are not the same as in the past.

The golden drum in Beiguan Mountain is vibrating, and the signing of Ma Yu's book in the west is late.

The fish and dragons are lonely, and the autumn is cold, so the country is peaceful and thoughtful.

Penglai Palace Que faces Nanshan, with dewdrops between golden stems and Korean smiles.

Looking at Yaochi in the west and the Empress Dowager in the east, there are many kinds of customs.

Clouds move to Gongshan, and the sun goes around Longlin to know the holy face.

When I was lying in Cangjiang, I was surprised at my late age and looked at the class several times.

Qu Tang Xia Kou Qujiang Tou, Wan Lifeng smoke meets Su Qiu.

Calyx clamped the city to control the air, and Furong Xiao Yuan entered the customs.

Julian embroidered the column around the yellow crane, and the brocade cable was marked with Bai Ou.

Looking back at the difference between song and dance venues, Qin Zhong has been a country of emperors since ancient times.

Kunming Chishui Han Shigong was a target in the eyes of Emperor Wu of Han Dynasty.

Weaver silk empty moonlit night, stone whale scales moving autumn wind.

The waves are floating, the rice is dark, and the lotus room is pink.

There are only birds in the sky and fishermen everywhere.

Kunwu's imperial house is winding, and the sub-grid is cloudy.

The fragrant rice pecked at the parrot's grain, and the branches of the old phoenix perched in Wu Bi.

Beauty meets Cui Chun and asks questions, while the fairy couple moves late in the same boat.

Crayons used to swim around in dry weather, and the white head sang and looked down.

Eight Poems of Autumn Prosperity was written by Du Fu when he lived in Kuizhou at the age of 55 in the first year of Dali (766). It is a group of seven-character poems with eight consecutive sentences, which is closely structured and lyrical, and embodies the poet's thoughts, feelings and artistic achievements in his later years.