杜甫风尘仆仆,回到久别的故乡。故乡正经历着战乱的摧残,一片残破。这天,杜甫正在树下乘凉,忽听见自家院子里的鸡叫了起来。他循声望去,两只公鸡正为了一只小虫子而争斗,它们都竖起了颈部的羽毛,瞪大了眼睛,谁也不肯相让。院子里有一口古井,一棵古柳,还有一幢简陋的茅草屋,在夕阳的余晖下显得格外静谧。杜甫刚把鸡赶散,忽然听见了敲声门,心中不禁泛起了疑问:这兵荒马 Du Fu busy schedule, back to a long time’s hometown. Hometown is experiencing the torn war, a broken. On this day, Du Fu was enjoying the shade in the trees and suddenly heard the chicken in his own yard cried. He followed, and the two cocks were fighting for a little bug, all of them cocking their neck feathers, widening their eyes, and who would not give in. The courtyard has an ancient well, an ancient willow, there is a humble thatched cottage, the sunset is particularly quiet. Du Fu just got rid of the chicken, I suddenly heard the knocking, my heart can not help but raised questions: This soldier horse