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Poems about Du Fu, Describing Summer
Summer Sighs Du Fu

Summer comes out of the northeast, and Lingtian passes through the middle street. The light of the Zhu Guang cuts through the thick ground, and how can it be opened by the Yu steam.

There is no thunder in the sky for a long time. The rainfall is not moistened, and the fields are yellowed.

The birds are dying of heat and the fish are drying up. The only thing I can see is the artemisia.

To this day, the Great River North has been transformed into tigers and jackals. The king's division is still in place.

It is not possible to have a meal, but my heart is not in harmony. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good look at this.

Summer Night Sighs Du Fu

The eternal sun is not to be lost, and the heat and steam are poisonous to my intestines. The wind is floating in the air and blowing my clothes.

There is a moon in the sky, and a light in the forest. The night is short in midsummer, so I'll open the pavilion to get a little cooler.

They are the first to be able to see the light of day, and the feathered insects are the first to be able to fly. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the world, and then you'll be able to see what's going on in it.

Remember the Hogoshes, who spent years on the frontier. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it," he said.

They are the ones that have been fighting all night, and they are the ones that have been fighting all over the world. The first thing I want to do is to get back to my hometown.

Beijing's sad whistle is made of reed, and the storks and cranes are flying.

What's more, I've been thinking about the time to get well.