Du Fu's Autumn Poems

Du Fu's poems about autumn are described in detail as follows:

First, "climbing up":

In the sharp wind from the vast sky, apes are sobbing, and birds fly home on the clear lake and white beach. The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably. Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness. After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged.

It is sad for apes to cry when the wind is high and the sky is high. There are birds hovering on the clear river and white beach. The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling in and rushing. Sad to autumn, I feel that Wan Li has been wandering all the year round and has been sick all his life. Today, he is alone on the high platform. After a lot of hardships, white hair is full of temples, and the cup is hanging.

Second, think of my brothers on a moonlit night:

Wanderers listen to drums and autumn geese sing. 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.

The drums on the garrison building cut off people's communication. In autumn, a lonely goose is singing. Starting from tonight, I entered the Millennium solar term, and the moon in my hometown is still the brightest. Brothers are scattered, and life and death are homeless. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, not to mention frequent wars.

Third, "autumn":

Yulu withered maple forest, Wushan Wuxia bleak. Between the river and the sky, the waves are rough and the clouds are covered with fog. Cong Ju shed tears the other day. She was alone in the boat. Cold clothes push knives and rulers everywhere, and Baidicheng is anxious.

Maple trees gradually withered and damaged under the erosion of dew in late autumn, and Wushan and Wuxia were also shrouded in bleak and gloomy fog. The waves in Wuxia Gorge are monstrous, and the dark clouds seem to be pressing on the ground. The world is gloomy, and flowers have been blooming for two years. Looking at the blooming flowers and thinking that I haven't been home for two years, I can't help crying.

Fourth, "Suzan Public House":

Why did Zhang Xi come here? The autumn wind is already rustling. The rain is deeper than the chrysanthemum, and the frost is more than half of the lotus. Exile is better than sex, and vanity is inseparable from Zen. Meet for one night, and the moon is full.

How did the monk come? I met you in this autumn. Rain spoiled the chrysanthemums in your deep courtyard, and frost deceived the lotus shadow in half a pool. How can being exiled go against your will? Living in the wilderness has not given up Zen. Seeing you tonight, the bright moon in Gansu will present us with a round of light and shadow.