峥嵘赤云西,日脚下平地。柴门鸟雀噪,归客千里至。妻孥怪我在,惊定还拭泪。世乱遭飘荡,生还偶然遂。邻人满墙头,感叹亦虚欠欷。夜阑更秉烛,相对如梦寐。论诗莫如盛唐,读诗莫比李杜。杜甫写诗不比李白云游海天,涉足仙界,而是脚踏实地,从生活的细枝末节中寻求灵感,在平实的叙述和 峥嵘 Chi Yunxi, the ground level at the foot of the day. Chaweng bird noise, return to the passengers. My wife and I blamed me and I was shocked to wipe out my tears. The world has been wandering, and life is still accidental. Neighbors are full of walls and sigh. The nightingale is more candlelit and relatively sleepy. The poetry is like a flourishing Tang, reading poetry Mobi Li Du. Du Fu’s poems are no better than Li Baiyun’s tour of heaven and earth, involving fairyland, but down to earth, seeking inspiration from the subtleties of life, in plain narrative and