\tQiang Village (3)
\tDu Fu
\t\u7f8c\u6751 (\u4e09)<\/p>\n
\t\u7fa4\u9e21\u6b63\u4e71\u53eb
\t\u5ba2\u81f3\u9e21\u6597\u4e89
\t\u9a71\u9e21\u4e0a\u6811\u6728
\t\u59cb\u95fb\u53e9\u67f4\u8346
\t\u7236\u8001\u56db\u4e94\u4eba
\t\u95ee\u6211\u4e45\u8fdc\u884c
\t\u624b\u4e2d\u5404\u6709\u643a
\t\u503e\u69bc\u6d4a\u590d\u6e05
\t\u82e6\u8f9e\u9152\u5473\u8584
\t\u9ecd\u5730\u65e0\u4eba\u8015
\t\u5175\u9769\u65e2\u672a\u606f
\t\u513f\u7ae5\u5c3d\u4e1c\u5f81
\t\u8bf7\u4e3a\u7236\u8001\u6b4c
\t\u8270\u96be\u6127\u6df1\u60c5
\t\u6b4c\u7f62\u4ef0\u5929\u53f9
\t\u56db\u5ea7\u6cea\u7eb5\u6a2a qi\u0101ng c\u016bn (s\u0101n)<\/p>\n
\tqún j\u012b zhèng luàn jiào
\tkè zhì j\u012b dòu zh\u0113ng
\tq\u016b j\u012b shàng shù mù
\tsh\u01d0 wén kòu chái j\u012bng
\tfù l\u01ceo sì w\u01d4 rén
\twèn w\u01d2 ji\u01d4 yu\u01cen xíng
\tsh\u01d2u zh\u014dng gè y\u01d2u xié
\tq\u012bng kè zhuó fù q\u012bng
\tk\u01d4 cí ji\u01d4 wèi báo
\tsh\u01d4 dì wú rén g\u0113ng
\tb\u012bng gé jì wèi xí
\tér tóng jìn d\u014dng zh\u0113ng
\tq\u01d0ng wèi fù l\u01ceo g\u0113
\tji\u0101n nán kuì sh\u0113n qíng
\tg\u0113 bà y\u01ceng ti\u0101n tàn
\tsì zuò lèi zòng héng Flock chickens now disorder call
\tGuests arrive chicken fight
\tDrive chickens on tree
\tBegin listen knock wicker tree
\tElders four five people
\tAsk me long far travel
\tHand in each have carry
\tPour jug cloudy combine clear
\tBitter decline wine taste thin
\tMillet field no person farm
\tSoldier transform already no rest
\tChildren furthest east campaigning
\tAsk for elders sing
\tDifficult ashamed deep feeling
\tSong finish face heaven sigh
\tEveryone present cry freely The flock of chickens starts to call wildly,
\tAs guests arrive, the chickens begin to fight.
\tI drive the chickens up into the tree,
\tAnd now I hear the knock on the wicker gate.
\tFour or five elders from the village,
\tAsk how long and far I have been travelling.
\tEach of them brings something in his hands,
\tWe pour the clear and thick wine in together.
\tThey apologise because it tastes so thin,
\tThere's no-one left to tend the millet fields.
\tConscription still continues without end,
\tThe children are campaigning in the east.
\tI ask if I can sing a song for the elders,
\tThe times so hard, I'm ashamed by these deep feelings.
\tI finish the song, look to heaven and sigh,
\tEveryone around is freely weeping. <\/p>\n