Du Fu has five antithetical poems, the main lines and the titles of the poems, and he also needs to explain the antithetical places.

Du Fu's original poem "Ascending the Mountain"

in a sharp gale from the wide sky apes are whimpering,/Zhu Qing sand white bird flies. /leaves are dropping down like the spray of a waterfall,/while I watch the long river always rolling on. /I have come three thousand miles away. Sad now with autumn,/and with my hundred years of woe, I climb this height alone. /ill fortune has laid a bitter frost on my temples,/heart-ache and weariness are a thick dust in my wine.

Du Fu's original poem

though a country be sundered, hills and rivers endure, and spring comes green again to trees and grasses. Sad state, can not help but tears burst into tears, the birds stunning, the grief of parting hate. The war has lasted for more than half a year, the letter from home is rare, and a hundred and thousands of gold. Melancholy winding, scratching head thinking, the more scratched the white hair, it is almost impossible to insert a hairpin.

Du Fu's original poem "Qujiang No.1"

A piece of flying flowers reduces the spring, and the wind floats everywhere, which is worrying people. Besides, if you want to spend all your time through your eyes, don't be tired of hurting your lips with too much wine. There is a jade nest in a small hall on the river, and a unicorn lies on the edge of the garden. If you push physics carefully, you must have fun, so why don't you trip this body with a floating name.

Du Fu's original poem "Qujiang No.2" < p Wine debts are common, and life is 7 years old. Piercing butterflies are deeply seen, and dragonflies fly leisurely with water. The scenery of the message is flowing, and it is not contrary to the temporary reward.

Du Fu's original poem Moonlight Night

far off in Fuzhou she is watching the moonlight, watching it alone from the window of her chamber, for our boy and girl, poor little babes, are too young to know where the Capital is, her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, her jade-white shoulder is cold in the moon, when shall we lie again on our screen and watching this bright light with no more tears?.

Du Fu's original poem "Rain on a Spring Night"

Good rain knows the season, when spring happens. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things quietly. Wild trails and clouds are all black, and rivers and boats are all bright. Flowers weigh heavily on the Jinguan City.

The original poem of Du Fu's Wild Hope

The autumn is too late to look at, and the sky is clear from afar, and the lonely city is covered with fog. The leaves are even thinner, and the mountains are sinking at the beginning of the day. When the crane returns alone, the forest is full of faint crows.

The original poem of Du Fu's a night abroad

a light wind is rippling at the grassy shore, through the night, to my motionless tall mast. But a sand-snipe in the wide, wide world!.

Du Fu's original poem "Eight Poems of Autumn Prosperity (Part I)"

The dew withered the maple trees, and the Wuxia in Wushan was bleak. The waves between the rivers surged, and the clouds were overcast. Cong Ju's two flowers shed tears another day, and he was alone in his boat. Cold clothes urged knives and rulers everywhere, and Baidicheng was anxious at dusk.

Du Fu's "remembering my brothers on a moonlight night"

I have come three thousand miles away. Sad now with autumn, and with my hundred years of woe, I climb this height alone.

where petals have been shed like tears, and lonely birds have sung their grief.

after the war-fires of three months, one message from home is worth a ton of gold

her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, her jade-white shoulder is cold in the moon.

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

the leaves are thinner and the wind is falling, and the mountains are beginning to sink.

The waves between the rivers and the sky surge, and the clouds are blocked and the ground is overcast.

Cong Ju shed tears on another day, but she was alone in her boat and tied up with her hometown.

the stars lean down from open space, and the moon comes running up the river.

if only my art might bring me fame, and free my sick old age from office!.

he knows that the dews tonight will be frost, the moon is an ancient hometown.

o my brothers, lost and scattered, what is life to me without you?.