The weeping voices rise straight up and strike the clouds. A passer-by at the roadside asks a conscript why, The conscript answers only that drafting happens often. — Du Fu Copy Share Image
My heart is in a world of water and crystal, My clothes are damp in this time of spring rains. — Du Fu Copy Share Image
O, from the ancient days always there have been travelers. So why should I grieve? — Du Fu Copy Share Image
This cream will help one's nature strengthen and grow, The diet gives support in my decline. — Du Fu Copy Share Image
The weeping voices rise straight up and strike the clouds. A passer-by at the roadside asks a conscript why, The conscript answers only that… — Du Fu Copy Share Image
“My path is full of petals–I have swept it for no others. My thatch gate has been closed–but opens now for you. It’s a… — Du Fu Copy Share Image
I see shining fish struggling within tight nets, while I hear orioles singing carefree tunes. Even trivial creatures know the difference between freedom and… — Du Fu Copy Share Image
Beneath the light, the river and hills are beautiful, The spring breeze bears the fragrance of flowers and grass. The mud has thawed, and… — Du Fu Copy Share Image
The bitter pinecone may be eaten, The mist on high give nourishment. The whole world takes to go-and-getting; My way alone is difficult. — Du Fu Copy Share Image
