Du Fu's Ancient Love Poems

Du Fu's love poems 1. Du fu's lyric poems.

Gao Che Li Fu is the capital, and you are brilliant, and you are haggard. -Du Fu's "Two Dreams of Li Bai, Part Two"

The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! -Du Fu's Moonlight Remembering My Brother

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. -Du Fu's Hope for Spring

But before he conquered, he died, and since then the heroes have been crying on their coats. -Du Fu's "Shu Xiang"

Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. -Du Fu's Hope for Spring

The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold. -Du Fu's Hope for Spring

The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily. -Du Fu's "Looking for Flowers Alone by the River" Episode 6

On a green spring day, I began to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine. -Du Fu's "The banks of the Yellow River were recovered by the imperial army"

Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. However, I packed my books and poems crazily. -Du Fu's "The banks of the Yellow River were recovered by the imperial army"

The news of this distant western station! The north has been recovered! At first, I couldn't stop crying on my coat. -Du Fu's "The banks of the Yellow River were recovered by the imperial army"

The wild path is dark, and the river is bright. -Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"

The water in front of the Yellow River flows eastward, giving people a sense of sleepiness and spring breeze in spring. -Du Fu's "Looking for Flowers Alone by the River, No.5"

2. Du Fu's Poems (Love Poems)

Du Fu's Moonlit Night

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? ?

In June, the fifteenth year of Tianbao (756), the Anshi Rebellion invaded Tongguan, and Du Fu fled to Qiang Village in Zhangzhou (now Fuxian County, Shaanxi Province) with his wife and children. In July, Su Zong was stationed in Lingwu (now Ningxia). Du Fu left home in August and went north to Yanzhou (now Yan 'an) in an attempt to reach Lingwu and work for counterinsurgency. But at that time, the rebel forces had expanded to the north of Zhangzhou. Shortly after he left, he was caught by the rebels and sent to Chang 'an after autumn. Looking at the moon and thinking about home, I wrote this famous book that has been told for ages.

3. Seek Du Fu's poems to express his worries and deep feelings.

Who is cuter than her? However, she lives alone in an empty valley.

She told me that she came from a good family and now she is humble to the dust. When the problem appeared in the customs area, her brother and close relatives were killed.

What's the use of them in high positions, they can't even protect their own lives? . The world is dismissive of adversity, and hope will go out like the light of a candle.

Her husband, with a wandering heart, is looking for a new face like jade. When the morning glory is rolled up at night, the mandarin ducks lie side by side.

All he can see is the smile of his new love, but he can't hear the cry of his old love! The stream is pure at the source of the mountain, but its water turns dark far away from the mountain. Wait for her maid to come back after selling pearls, and then she needs straw to build the roof.

She picked some flowers, not for her hair, but for letting pine needles fall from her fingers. She forgot the thin silk sleeves and the cold, and leaned against a tall bamboo.

No one painted a horse in this dynasty. General Cao painted a horse in the minister's house, just like Prince Jiangdu. Then the general sergeant turned the eyes of the world to compete for the royal horse through his 30-year fame.

He painted the luminous white horse of the late emperor, Ten Days Leifeilong Lake. A pink agate plate was sent to the palace, which became the talk of ladies-in-waiting and a miracle in everyone's eyes.

The general bowed and danced, and accepted it in his distinguished home. After this rare gift, fine silk followed. Many nobles demanded his art to add new luster to their screens.

The former Taizong boxing hair [Ma Jian] was Guo and a lion zebra. But now I see two horses in this painting.

For those who know them, this is a thought-provoking sight. They are war horses. Either way, it is possible to face 10 thousand people. They let the white silk extend to a vast desert.

The other seven people with them are almost as noble, and fog and snow are moving in the cold sky. Horseshoe splits the snowdrift under the big tree. There are a group of officers here and a group of servants there.

Look at how these nine horses compete with each other, with a clear glance and a firm breath. Who understands the difference? Who really cares about art? , you,, all follow Cao; Zhi Dun preceded him.

I remember when the late emperor walked to his Summer Palace, the team of green feathers swept across the eastern sky. 30,000 horses, prancing horse, Mercedes-Benz, fashionable, each like the horse in this painting.

But now the ghost of the emperor got the secret jade from the river god, because the emperor no longer hunted crocodiles by the river. Where you see his huge golden tomb, you may hear it in the pine forest.

A bird is sad in the wind because the emperor's horse is missing. General, descendants of Wei Wudi, a song and a picture are dedicated to General Cao. You are more noble than being a nobleman now.

The era of heroic separatism is gone forever, and Cao Jiawen's chapter is still in your hands. In calligraphy, your first master, Mrs. Wei, just didn't surpass it.

Indulge in painting, you know that the age of youth is coming. In fact, wealth and status are floating away like clouds to me. During the Kaiyuan period, you spent a lot of time with the emperor and often accompanied him to Nanfengyuan.

The portrait of the hero in Lingyan Pavilion has faded, and Jiang Caojun can't brush away the repainted noodles. The head wears a Jinshi crown, and the warrior wears a big feather arrow on his waist.

You kept every hair of the founders of this dynasty alive, as if they had just returned from a fierce battle. The first emperor had a horse named Yuhua, and artists imitated it in various postures.

On that day, the jade flower was taken into the temple, and the red rank was erected at the palace gate to increase its prestige. Then, general, I ordered you to continue your work. You concentrated all your money on a piece of silk.

After a while, the dragon horse appeared on silk, which was much more mediocre than all generations of horses. If a real horse falls on the emperor's bed, the picture of the horse's bed is the same as the rank of standing in front of the real horse.

The emperor smiled and urged the left and right to give you gold, and the servant and the groom were all stunned. Han Gan, a student of the general, can draw a horse and has many good images.

Han Gan's painting shows no inner spirit, which often kills Liu Hua's horse of life. You, beyond simple skills, used your art sacredly, showing not only the horse, but the life of a good man.

Now you are wandering in this war-torn society, and ordinary paintings are ordinary passers-by. People notice your situation with their eyes. No one is purer than you, and no one is poorer than you.

I read in the records that from the earliest time, its body was bound by soil all day! Racing, racing, racing, Ma Xiaoxiao, each of you is carrying a bow and quiver. My parents, my parents, my wife and children all ran to see them. When they marched, the dust covered the sky and they couldn't see xian yangqiao.

They shouted as they ran, pulling your sleeve, and their sad voices floated into the sky! Passers-by asked the soldiers how they got there, saying only that the roster was frequently recruited. Some people go to the north of the Yellow River at the age of fifteen, even if they go to the western border to open up wasteland at the age of forty.

When they set out, the mayor wrapped them in headscarves. Now their headscarves are all white, and they are still at the border! On the border, people's blood flows like the sea, while the heart of Emperor Wu is still beating for the war. Do you know that in the mountainous areas in the east of China, in 200 areas and thousands of villages, nothing grows except weeds! Even if a strong woman plows the field with a hoe, nothing will grow on the crops in the field.

Moreover, the soldiers of the Qin Dynasty can fight hard, and there is no difference between chickens and dogs when they are rushed to fight. Although the elders have doubts, how dare those who serve complain? Just like this winter, we didn't stop the soldiers west of Hangukou from enlisting.

The county magistrate urgently urges people to pay taxes. Where does the tax come from? If you really know that boys are a bad thing, you might as well have a girl. Who can get married and live in a neighbor's house, while we bury our children underground! Don't you see, on the edge of Qinghai, the bones of soldiers killed since ancient times have not been buried.

New ghosts hate old ghosts crying, and ghosts cry when they are wet. Along the wall of the capital, a white-headed crow, mourning the queen's grandson, flew to the entrance of autumn and screamed at night. Then he turned around again and pecked at the roof of a building. The owner of this building, a powerful China man, had fled in front of the Tatars.

Now his golden whip is broken, his nine horses are dead, and his own flesh and bones are scattered in the wind. Yao Xiabao ["definitely" is the king] Green Coral, the prince on the street corner, crying! Whoever wants to give him a fake name, anyone asks him, just a poor guy, hoping to get a job.

Hiding in the grass and thorns for a hundred days, from head to toe are displayed on him. However, since their first emperor, all the hooked noses, these dragons look different from ordinary people.

The wolf is in the palace now, and the dragon has disappeared in the desert. Prince, be very careful of your most sacred person! . I dare not talk to you for a long time on the open road, nor dare I stand beside you for a while.

Last night, the spring breeze smelled of blood, and camels from the East were everywhere in the ancient capital. Our soldiers in the north are healthy in body and hands. Oh, why are they so brave in the past and so cowardly now? ! Our emperor, we heard, has given his son the throne, and the leader of the southern border is loyal.

Huamen □ ("Die for a new knife") Please avenge yourself, but still be careful-hide yourself from being stabbed by a dagger! Unfortunate prince, I beg you, always be vigilant until the strength of the five imperial tombs comes to help you. Tonight, on a moonlit night [deer], I watched it alone from her bedroom window.

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? ? Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers last forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back. 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.

A vagrant heard the drums heralding the battle and remembered my brothers in the moonlight night. The first call of autumn came from a wild goose on the border. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!

Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.

Where is the Shuxiang Mingxiang Temple? In a 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! The news of this distant western station! The north has been recovered! The banks of the Yellow River were recovered by the imperial army. At first, I couldn't stop crying from my coat.

Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. However, I packed my books and poems crazily. In the green spring, I began to go home, sing my songs loudly and drink my wine! Come back from this mountain, pass another mountain, go up from the south and then go north-to my own town! .

Flowers, as high as my window, hurt a homeless man's heart, because I see from this height that sadness is everywhere. The spring scenery of Jinjiang flooded in, and the clouds on the mountain, ancient, varied and changeable.

Although the country has been established for a while, it is as strong as the North Star, and thieves dare not go out of the Western Hills! However, in the twilight, I felt sorry for the sorrow of a long-lost emperor. I sang the songs that his prime minister sang when he was not unfamiliar on the mountain. The ruler of Shu focused on Wu and went all the way to the Three Gorges. In the year of his death, he was also in Yong 'an Palace. This is the fourth five-character poem.

The blue-green flag on the empty mountain can be imagined, and the Jade Temple is a void in the empty temple. On the pine trees in the ancient temple, water cranes nest. In summer and winter festivals, the people who come are the elders of the village.

Wuhou Temple is nearby, and the monarch and ministers share the sacrifices.

4. What are Du Fu's romantic poems?

Du Fu's romance is no worse than Li Bai's.

The traditional view is that Li Bai's poems are "high" and Du Fu's poems are "big". Then "high" is a fight, "How does the water of the Yellow River move to the sky"; "Big" needs all rivers, "and I think the long river always rolls forward". However, whether it is "high" or "big", it needs the mind of "reaching the peak, the other mountains all appear dwarfs under the sky." and the imagination of "we are all sublimed to a distant place". The two Du Lidu have these qualities, so they both became great poets. Imagination is precisely the foundation of romanticism. No one can doubt Du Fu's imagination, so his poems naturally have romantic elements. To say the least, since it is a poem, it is impossible to be completely realistic. Even a "realistic poet", his poems must have flying spirit and imaginative imagination, which is what we usually call "romanticism". Looking through Du Fu's poems, you can see romantic sentences casually, and the phrase "putting pen to paper will make you cry" that people often mention is typical. In fact, even the realistic poem "Spring Hope" has romantic sentences, such as "the petals are like tears, and the lonely bird sings grief", which depicts a person's situation with flowers and birds, and deepens the romantic color because of its vivid personification. Just give another example-"garage shop". Car Shop is also Du Fu's masterpiece of realism and a bloody indictment of war. However, if this accusation only stays in plain expression, it will not have an artistic effect that is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and it will lose its role. At this time, the poet's romantic thinking comes in handy. "Car rickety, Ma Xiaoxiao, each of you has a bow and an quiver on your belt. My parents, my parents, my wife and children all ran to see them. When they marched, the dust covered the sky and they couldn't see xian yangqiao. They shouted as they ran and pulled your sleeve, and their sad voices floated into the sky. " The first few sentences are all realistic, showing the tragic scene of parents and wives sending their sons away and their husbands going to war with real sketching techniques. It seems that those scenes are right in front of us. However, in "Their sad voices float to the clouds", the poet uses measured exaggeration and wide-angle lens to highlight the tragedy. Exaggeration and wide-angle lens are romantic techniques, which are no longer realistic. However, this romanticism applied to Du Fu is realism. "And their sadness is on the clouds", although the reader can't see it, it can be imagined. Therefore, the romanticism in Du Fu's works still describes reality. In other words, Du Fu will never use romanticism, but his romanticism ultimately serves the theme of realism. This is actually very rare, which requires both the artistic conception of poetry and the poet's attention to reality. In fact, this is much more difficult and meaningful than Li Bai's romanticism of escaping from reality and dreaming of becoming an immortal. The ending of "Car Shop" is also a feature of writing reality in a romantic way: "The new ghost complains that the old ghost cries the loudest in the dark sky on a stormy day." Du Fu used ghosts to describe reality, highlighting suffering and sadness.

Du Li not only traveled to famous mountains and rivers, but also left many masterpieces handed down from generation to generation. Li Bai wrote about Lushan Waterfall: "Flying down three thousands of feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way has set for nine days", which is very chic, but it just stays chic. After reading it, I don't know what this waterfall looks like; Du Fu wrote Mount Tai: "Colorful Clouds lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly back and forth in front of my nervous eyes. " It makes people feel heroic and immersive, and it is even more powerful: "Once you climb to the top of the mountain, you will see that other mountains are short under the sky." . Most people can't write these two sentences. If you are a guy who only knows the reality of daily necessities, there is no such realm anyway.

In addition to eulogizing the great rivers and mountains of the motherland, emotion is also an eternal theme in poetry. Although Du Fu's emotional poems are not as touching as Li Shangyin's, they are by no means lacking in romance. Even we can feel Du Fu's own romantic temperament from his emotional poems. Li Bai's emotional poems are romantic but slightly frivolous. Li Bai will ask, "You can see the bright tears on her cheeks now, but not the one she loves so much." Du Fu did not have this question, and his feelings were clear and simple: he missed his family and his wife. Of course, Du Fu also wrote "beauty", but it was flashy; And his "two offerings" directly point the finger at Yang Guifei. Compared with his "only power can be as hot as a flame and burn people's fingers", how servile is Li Bai's "famous flowers pour over the country and care for each other"? On the other hand, Du Fu's Beauty and Two Ways are not emotional poems, not at all. Du Fu's real emotional poems all miss his wife-of course, the wife in ancient Chinese includes "wife" and "son", but even so, Du Fu rarely writes his wife in his poems frequently, at least in Tang poems. Du Fu was trapped in Chang 'an. In addition to worrying about the country and the people, worrying about the family and worrying about yourself, there is also a poem "The Moon in Zhangzhou" that misses his wife and children who are far away from home. This poem is very strange. He wrote Moonlit Night from the perspective of the other party, that is, his family. This technique itself is very romantic: "In Fuzhou, far away, she is watching the moonlight and watching it alone from the window of her room". Du Fu missed his wife and put himself in her shoes. The poet even thought of his wife, "The mist is fragrant and the clouds are wet, and the jade shoulders are cold and the moon is wet." What kind of affection and love does it take to write such a sentence? In other words, what kind of romance is this? Known as the first poem of Du Fu's life, "The banks of the Yellow River were recaptured by the imperial army" also includes "Where are my wife and my son? The sadness on their faces. " . It is worth mentioning that the so-called "the first quick poem of Du Fu's life" is by no means because Meng Xiao got "horseshoe disease" because of his fame, but because the country has a great happy event. Of course, we can't deny that this happy event has a profound impact on Du Fu personally. He can finally go home, "in that green spring, I went home." But the overall background of this poem is still due to the victory of the official army. In the face of this victory, Du Fu's wife was also "however, I packed my books and poems crazily". It seems that his wife is also a like-minded person. The aforementioned sentence "On a green spring day, I went home" is so romantic.

5. What are Du Fu's poems about love?

It's really hard to find.

Du Fu is in Aijiangtou.

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, went through the clouds and hit a pair of birds with one arrow.

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.

When I boarded the Tatar, in the dim twilight, the clouds were filled with dust and I wanted to forget the north and south and go to the south.

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Who is cuter than her? However, she lives alone in an empty valley.

She told me that she came from a good family and now she is humble to the dust.

Guan Zhong lost yesterday, and her brothers and close relatives were killed.

What's the use of them in high positions, they can't even protect their own lives? .

The world is dismissive of adversity, and hope will go out like the light of a candle.

Her husband, with a wandering heart, is a new guy like jade.

When the morning glory is rolled up at night, the mandarin ducks lie side by side.

He can only see the smile of his new love, but he can't hear the cry of his old love.

The stream is pure at the source of the mountain, but its water turns dark far away from the mountain.

Wait for her maid to come back after selling pearls, and then she needs straw to build the roof.

She picked some flowers, not for her hair, but for letting pine needles fall from her fingers.

She forgot the thin silk sleeves and the cold, and leaned against a tall bamboo.

One hundred and fifty Du Fu's days and nights on the moon.

Homeless cold food, tears like gold waves. There should be clearer light in the middle of the moon.

When you leave the red core, imagine a green moth. Cowgirl is full of worries, and autumn crosses the river.

Du Fu in Moonlit Night

Tonight (fū), watching it from the window of her room alone.

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? .

teacher

Autumn is near in the sky, and the moon is clear on the ground. When you enter the river, the toad will live forever.

Only beneficial to Dan Xin, can add white invention. If you know the land like the back of your hand, don't follow the western camp of the country.

6. What poems does Du Fu have to express his feelings?

Gao Che Li Fu is the capital, and you are brilliant, and you are haggard. -"Two Dreams of Li Bai, Part Two"

The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! -"Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night"

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. -"Hope in Spring"

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

Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. -"Hope in Spring"

The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily. -"Watching Flowers Alone by the River, Episode 6"

On a green spring day, I began to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine. -"The banks of the Yellow River were recovered by the imperial army"

Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. However, I packed my books and poems crazily. -"The banks of the Yellow River were recovered by the imperial army"

The news of this distant western station! The north has been recovered! At first, I couldn't stop crying on my coat. -"The banks of the Yellow River were recovered by the imperial army"

The wild path is dark, and the river is bright. -"Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"

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