1. "The hut was broken by the autumn wind"

Year:? Don? Author:? Du Fu

In August and autumn, the wind roared and rolled up my three hairs.

Mao flew over the river and sprinkled on the periphery of the river. The tallest one hangs a long forest tip, and the lower one floats to Shentang 'ao.

The children in Nancun bullied me, and I couldn't stand doing the opposite, openly carrying my hair into the bamboo forest.

My lips are burning and my mouth is dry. I can't breathe. When I came back, I sighed at my staff.

After a while, the wind will change the color of clouds and ink, and autumn will be bleak and dark.

This cloth has been as cold as iron for many years, and Joule is lying on the ground and cracking.

There is no dry place in the bedside table, and my feet get numb when it rains.

What's the point of getting wet all night?

There are tens of millions of luxury houses in Ande, which greatly protects the poor people in the world from smiling and staying calm!

Oh! When I suddenly see this house in front of my eyes, I will freeze to death alone!

2. "The clock hangs in the rain palace and sees two things: memory and answer. “

Year:? Don? Author:? Du Fu

The rain reflected the palace and humiliated the poetry. Rong Yuan was willing to go to the barbaric era.

Although the old man by the river is weak, he wants to clean the fishing line on a sunny day.

Rain clouds clear the stream, and white sand and bluestone have no mud first.

All you have to do is chop bamboo for land reclamation and listen to Ma Si with a cane.

3. "Zhang Zuoshi fenced with an inkstone, and the poet returned it with a sword. “

Year:? Song? Author:? Su Shi

Give you a song to sing, every time you eat, there is no fish to sigh.

Once you see a violent son, you will have a desire to compete with the crown.

Is it worse than poverty and disease in Ling Du? And it is increasing day by day.

Cutting jiaozi and stabbing the tiger, the old, the weak and the sick, and taking the sirloin and calf are so cool.

Therefore, it is unintentional to change the inkstone, so as not to cut the sky and hurt the ground.

What is the significance of writing poems about swords? I know you want to torture each other with poetry.

Newspapers are bitter and have no good words, so try to ask Yan Jun about the aftermath.

When a poem becomes a sword, you should smile at the inkstone, which will leak the house.

4. Cold nights

Year:? Song? Author:? Lu you

Mud beds and paper tents lay quietly, and pillows listened carefully to the sound of the city.

The ground is cold and the sky is bright.

Wind and frost want to penetrate the straw house, but salt and cheese are hard to get rid of soup.

I still hate the old and weak, and I have been wasting my time.

5. Ode to102 Poems

Year:? Song? Author:? Shishaotan

The iron cangue weighing 300 Jin has not been wanted for several years.

Embarrassed at the root of the wall, I have to be wronged.

You can't turn the money over clearly, but you must bear the burden of the old shoulder.