1. "Small Cold Food Boat" - Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty

Jiachen Qiang's diet is still cold, and he is almost depressed and wears a crown.

The boat on the spring water is like sitting in the sky, and the old flowers are like looking in the mist.

Juanjuan plays with butterflies passing through the curtain, and light gulls fly under the rapids.

The clouds and white mountains are more than ten thousand miles tall, and looking directly to the north is Chang'an.

2. "Qingming" - Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty

On this day, flowers bloom everywhere, and thousands of people come out of Changsha.

The green willows at the ferry head have bright eyebrows, and the red hooves are arrogant and biting the knees.

It is easy to visit Xiangxi Temple here, and all the generals will also come from the army.

Ma Yuan’s march is in front of us, and Ge Qiang is close to the same mind.

The golden stirrups come down from the mountain in the late evening, and the tooth Qiang and Qiang are far away from the brothel.

In ancient times, we all knew the sorrow and chaos, and the joys and sorrows of the world were temporary.

Although my younger brother and nephew can’t save books, the war has not ended and they are separated.

It is not my way to cater to the young and strong, and this situation will be eradicated even more now.

3. "Two Poems of the Qingming Festival" - Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty

When the morning comes, new fires and new smoke rise, and the spring scenery of the lake clears the passenger ships.

He is content with embroidered feathers and flowers, but I have no chance of a beauty riding a bamboo.

It’s hard to end the Hu boy, and the Chu girl’s waist is also pitiful.

The old place of Dingwang City is no longer there, but Jia Fu’s well is still there.

In reality, he borrowed money from Yan Jun to sell divination.

Zhongding Mountain and Forest have different natures, and I will be able to live in thick rice and rice for my whole year.

My body is wandering in the west and east, my right arm is withered and I am half deaf.

In silence, both of us shed tears, lying on our pillows in the empty space on the left side of the book.

Ten years of kicking will bring the chicks far away, and the customs of swings are the same for thousands of miles.

The traveling geese ascend the clouds and return to Zisai, and the family drills fire with green maples.

In the fireworks in the pavilions of Qincheng, the Han Dynasty is surrounded by beautiful mountains and rivers.