"There are frozen bones on the road, and wine and meat stink at the vermilion gate."The full text of the poem is as follows:
"From Beijing to Fengxian County, Five Hundred Characters of Words on Warmth" Tang - Du Fu.
There is a man of cloth in Duling, and the old man's intention is to turn awkward.
What a fool I am, I compare myself to Jigen and Qi.
It was a dashing of water, but my white head is a good match.
It is not enough to put a lid on the coffin, but I am always looking forward to it.
It is the first time that I have ever seen a man who was so worried about his life that he sighed and sighed, and then he said, "I'm sorry.
It is not a good idea to make fun of your classmates, but it is a good idea to sing a song.
It's not like I don't have the will to go to the river and the sea, but I'm going to send the sun and the moon in style.
It's a great honor to be born in the presence of Yao and Shun, and I can't bear to part with them forever.
Today, I have a temple and a gallery, and I'm not sure if I'm missing a building.
The sun is in the shade of patchouli, and the nature of things is hard to take away.
It is not the case that the ants have to seek out their own holes.
We are always looking for the big whales, and we are always trying to lay down the sea and the sea.
This is the first time I've ever seen a person with a high degree of physical fitness, and I'm not sure if I've ever seen one before.
To this day, I have not been able to tolerate the dust.
It is a shame that I have not been able to change my ways.
They are the first to be able to do so, and they are the first to be able to do so, and they are the first to be able to do so.
At the end of the year, the grasses are scattered, and the wind is blowing, and the high hills are cracked.
The streets of the sky are overcast, and the guests are sent out in the middle of the night.
The frosty sash is broken, and the fingers are not knotted.
It was the early hours of the morning when I crossed Mount Li, and the royal couch was in the group.
Chi Sei cold air, cushion cliffs and valleys slippery.
Yaochi gas Yu law, feather forest phase Mojia.
Juniors and ministers to stay entertained, the music moves Yin Guege.
All of them were given long tassels for bathing, and all of them were given short browns for feasting.
The silk that was given to the court was from a cold woman.
They are the ones who are whipping their husbands' families, and they are the ones who are collecting the money for the city.
The saint's basket and covered basket are the only things he wants to keep alive in his country.
If I were to ignore the truth, I would not abandon it.
The court is full of people, and those who are kind should tremble.
It is said that the golden plate is in the room of Wei and Huo.
There is a god in the center of the hall, and the smoke covers the jade.
Nun's guests are in sable furs, and their pipes are in mourning.
The camel's-foot soup was a great help to the guests, and the frosty orange pressed the fragrant tangerine.
The door stinks of wine and meat, and the road is full of frozen bones.
The glory of the world is so different that it is hard to tell the story again.
The north is the river and the south is the river, and the official ferry has changed its course.
The ice is coming down from the west, and the view is very high and dangerous.
It is suspected that it is from Kongdong, and I am afraid that it will touch the pillars of the sky.
The river and the beams of the river are not yet chapeled, and the branches support the sound of rustling.
The baggage is not to be climbed, but the river is too wide to be crossed.
The old wife was sent to a different county, and the ten mouths were separated by wind and snow.
Who can stay away for so long, and who is hungry and thirsty?
When I entered the house, I heard my son die of hunger.
I'd rather have a sad one, but the alleys are all whimpering.
It is a shame to be a father without food.
How could I have known that the autumn harvest was coming, and that there was a rush of poverty?
It was a life of exemption from rent and tax, and the name was not attached to the draft.
This is the first time I've ever seen a man with a bad name, and I've never seen a man with a good name.
They are the most important of all, and they are the most important of all, and they are the most important of all.
Worrying about the end of Qi's life, the infinite hole cannot be picked up.
Translation:
There is an old man in the land of Duling, whose thoughts are heavy with age. How foolish I was in my youth to compare myself to the sages. My heavy cares were as heavy as the Terminal Mountain, and my cares were like flotsam and jetsam, unbroken. One day when the coffin is covered, this matter cannot be mentioned again, and as long as I have not yet breathed my last, my ambition cannot be shifted.
All year round, all for the people to worry, sighing, thinking of their suffering, the heart like fire like anxiety. In spite of the cynicism of the gentlemen of my generation, I am even more impassioned, singing at the top of my voice, and I am not discouraged. I do not have the intention to live in seclusion, between the river and the sea to pass the day, is not it noble?
It's just that I ran into a wise emperor like Yao and Shun, and I couldn't bear to leave him behind so easily and go on my own. But even the leaves of patchouli are facing the sun, how can I change my loyal nature so easily? In retrospect, those ant-like small people, only to seek a comfortable nest, all day camping.
Why do I envy the hundred-foot whale, often wanting to ride across the sea? I have refused to flatter the rich and powerful, and thus I have delayed my own camping. Although I am still poor, how can I bear to be buried in the dust? I am ashamed that I have not been like Xu Yu and Chao Fu, but I am not willing to change my behavior.
What else can I do? I can only drink a few cups of wine to get rid of my boredom, and make a few poems to sing loudly and break the anger. The year is almost over, all kinds of grass and trees have withered, and the wind is roaring as if it wants to sweep away the high mountains. Black clouds are pressing down like mountains, the streets are gloomy, I, a lonely guest, left the capital in the middle of the night.
Puffing down a body full of frost, I broke my sash and tried to knot it, but my fingers froze to stiffness. At dawn, I walked to the foot of Mount Li, high on Mount Li, where the emperor's imperial couch. Foggy and stuffed with cold sky, I climbed the icy and frosty mountain road, two steps at a time. The palace of Huaqing really seems like the Queen Mother's Yao Chi Wonderland, with warm steam in the hot springs and a dense army of feathered warriors.
The sound of music is loud and resounding in the vast sky, and the emperor and his ministers are enjoying themselves, enjoying the richness and glory. Those who gave baths in the hot springs were all nobles with high crowns and long tassels, and those who attended the banquet were even less likely to be people with cloth clothes and hemp shoes. The officials and eunuchs were given a large amount of silk and silk, which came from the hard labor of the poor women.
Their husbands and eunuchs, was whipped rope bundles, a horse blackmail, a car transported into the capital. The emperor to the silk reward group of ministers, this basket, that a few cages, really count on their gratitude, save the country live; subjects if the emperor ignored this good intentions, that when the emperor, is not equal to the property thrown in vain! The court is crowded with "Jizi talent", a little conscience, really should be alarmed!
What's more, the palace's gold plates and treasures, I heard that they were transferred to the uncle's family hall. The fairy-like beauty danced in the hall, and the light smoke-like robe could not cover the fragrance of the jade body. For the guests to keep warm, is the ermine rat fur coat, Zhu string, jade pipe, is playing beautiful music, persuade the guests to taste, is the camel's hoof soup, fragrant oranges, tangerines, all from the far south.
The rich man's wine and meat wafted a tantalizing aroma from the vermilion door, and the poor man who froze and starved to death was buried on the main road! Only a few steps apart, is the bitterness and happiness of the two different worlds, the injustice of the world, so that my grief and anger to fill the chest, can no longer speak! I turned back to the northern road and rushed to the Jing and Wei Rivers. The ferry at the confluence of the Jing and Wei rivers has changed course again.
The river was rushing with huge ice cubes, waves and swells, and when you look at it from afar, it looks like an undulating mountain range, high up in the western sky. I suspected that this was Kongdong Mountain floating from the water, afraid to touch the pillars of the sky! Luckily, the bridge over the river has not been washed away, but the bridge columns are creaking, shaking and vibrating quite. The river is so wide, who can fly over! The travelers had to hold the arm across the bridge, not caring about the danger.
Wife and children live in Fengxian, no dependents, snow and wind, separated the family in two places. The first time I went to the hospital, I was able to find a place for my wife and children to stay. This time to visit, in order to have the same difficulties. As soon as I entered the door, I heard the sour sound of crying, my little son, who had already died of hunger! How could I suppress my grief? The neighbors also sobbed and wept! I can't tell you how ashamed I am to be a father who can't afford to feed his children!
Who would have guessed: this year's fall harvest was not bad, the poor, but still can not get food! I am at least an official and enjoy privileges: no military service and no burden of paying rent and taxes.
It is still not free from such a miserable experience, that the days of the common people ah, it is even more miserable. Think about the loss of land farmers, has been the loss of property, but also think about the soldiers guarding the border, is not lack of food and clothing. The people and the country are worried about the mood ah, thousands and thousands of stacks, high over the end of the South, vast and boundless, and how can be collected!
Appreciation:
This poem was written by Du Fu shortly after he was authorized as a counselor of the Right Guardian's Office, when he was visiting his wife and children in Fengxian County (present-day Pucheng, Shaanxi Province) from Chang'an. The poet's thoughts and feelings of concern for the country and the people, loyalty to the king, remembrance of home, and lack of talent are intricately interwoven, constituting this grand and vast, somber and staccato masterpiece.
The poem profoundly reflects the sharp social contradictions at that time, and the ancient famous line of "the stench of wine and meat at the vermilion gate, and the frozen bones on the road" graphically reveals the social reality of the disparity between the rich and the poor. The poem reflects the suffering of the people and exposes the despotism and corruption of the ruling group, and is the first full-length work in Du Fu's "epic poems".