What are Du Fu's homesick poems? In his middle age, Du Fu's poems were called "poetic history" because of his depressed poetic style and his concern for the country and the people. His poems are known for their ancient style and rhythmic style, and their styles are diverse. They accurately sum up his own work style with the word "depressed and frustrated", but mainly depressed. Let's take a look at Du Fu's homesickness poems, Du Fu's ancient poems about homesickness, and Du Fu's ancient poems describing homesickness!
1. Spring Hope
Poetry Age: Tang Poets: Du Fu
though a country be sundered, hills and rivers endure, and spring comes green again to trees and grasses.
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.
I stroke my white hair. It has grown too thin, to hold the hairpins any more.
2. Farewell
Poetry Age: Tang Poet: Du Fu
A farewell to Los Angeles was 4, miles, and Hu rode for five or six years.
when the vegetation becomes weak, the soldiers will block the old river.
I miss my home, but I miss my brother and watch the clouds and sleep in the daytime.
When I heard that the river and Yang were approaching victory, Stuart was anxious to break the secluded swallow.
3. Pavilion Night
Poetry Age: Tang poet: Du Fu
while winter daylight shortens in the elemental scale, the world is frosty and snowy.
stark sounds the fifth-watch with a challenge of drum and bugle, the stars and the River of Heaven pulse over the three mountains.
several families who cried in the wild heard of the war, I see barbarian fishermen and woodcutters in the dawn.
sleeping-Dragon, Plunging-Horse, are no generals nowthey are dust, the personnel are reluctant and lonely. (Version 1)
In while winter daylight shortens in the elemental scale, it's a cold night with frost and snow.
stark sounds the fifth-watch with a challenge of drum and bugle, the stars and the River of Heaven pulse over the three mountains.
I hear women in the distance, wailing after the battle, I see barbarian fishermen and woodcutters in the dawn.
sleeping-Dragon, Plunging-Horse, are no generals nowthey are dust, hush for a moment, O tumult of the world.. (Version 2)
4. Sunset
Poetry Age: Tang Poet: Du Fu
The cattle and sheep have been down for a long time, and each has closed in Chai Men.
it's a romantic night, and Jiangshan is not home.
the stone spring flows in the dark wall, and the grass dew drops the autumn roots.
there is no need for flowers when the head is white and bright.
5. Five poems about historical sites
Time: Tang poets: Du Fu
forlorn in the northeast among wind and dust, drifting in the southwest between heaven and earth.
lingering for days and months in towers and terraces at the Three Gorges, Wuxi Clothes * * * Yunshan.
the barbarian serving the ruler in the end was unreliable, the wandering poet lamenting the times had no chance to return.
yu Xin throughout his life was most miserable, in his waning years his poetry stirred the land of rivers and passes.
"Decay and decline": deep knowledge have I of Sung Yu's grief, romantic and refined, he too is my teacher.
sadly looking across a thousand autumns, one shower of tears, melancholy in different epochs, not at the same time.
among rivers and mountains his old abode -- empty his writings, deserted terrace of cloud and rain -- surely not just imagined in a dream?.
utterly the palaces of Chu are all destroyed and ruined, the fishermen pointing them out today are unsure.
ten thousand ranges and valleys approach the Jing Gate, and the village in which the Lady of Light was born and bred.
she went out from the purple palace into the desertland, she has now become a green grave in the yellow dusk.
her face! Can you picture a wind of the spring?, the soul of the moonlit night returns to the sky.
song of the Tartars on her jade guitar, telling her eternal sorrow.
Master Shu has a glimpse of Wu Xing's Three Gorges, in the year of his demise, too, he was in the Palace of Eternal Peace.
the blue-green banners can be imagined on the empty mountain, the jade palace is a void in the deserted temple.
in the pines of the ancient shrine aquatic cranes nest, at summer and winter festivals the comers are village elders.
the Martial Marquis's memorial shrine is ever nearby, in union, sovereign and minister share the sacrifices together.
zhuge's prestige transcends the earth, there is only reverence for his face.
yet his will, among the Three Kingdoms at war, was only as one feather against a flaming sky.
he was brother of men like Yi and Lu, and in time would have surpassed the greatest of all statesmen.
it's hard to recover from a good fortune, yet he wielded his mind for it, yielded his life.
Du Fu, with beautiful words, often calls himself a young and wild old man in his poems. Originally from Xiangyang, he was a scholar and wandered around. After living in Chang 'an. And the Anshi rebellion, but fled to Fengxiang, an audience with Su Zong, the official left to pick up. After Chang 'an was recovered, he returned to Beijing with Su Zong and soon abandoned his official position. He moved to Chengdu and built a thatched cottage on Huanhuaxi, known as Huanhuacaotang in the world. At one time, he served as a staff officer in the curtain of Yanwu, our time in Jiannan, and Wu Biao was Yuan Wailang, the proofreading ministry, so he was known as Du Gongbu. In his later years, he took his family out of Shu and died on the way. His poems show the historical process from prosperity to decline in the Tang Dynasty, which is called "the history of poetry". He is good at ancient style and rhythmic poetry, with diverse styles, but mainly depressed. There's Du Gongbu.