Lyrics of Du Fu by Bu Xiaoke

Du Fu

New to Du Fu thatched cottage

Blue and white brick windows in memory of the Tang Dynasty

Pity for Du Fu

A cavity of blood empty Sad Swing

A sigh of three thousand feet in the North

He is looking south

A candle with inkstone

Thinking of hometown with pen and ink

Back to Du Fu thatched cottage

Huaxi Jinjiang no waves

A toast to the veteran

Looking at the snow peak from afar

Sad autumn wind

War in cold winter

In the middle of the night

Where do you want to go

He knows the world is stable

Bride and gentleman make up

He knew that he would never leave again

The poor man wet his clothes at night

The bamboo forest reflects the red wall

Different lines of poetry reflect the fragrance of flowers

This is a thatched cottage

Never forget

New to Du Fu thatched cottage

Blue and white brick windows in memory of the Tang Dynasty

Pity for Du Fu

A cavity of blood empty Sad Swing

A sigh of three thousand feet in the North

He is looking south

A candle with inkstone

Thinking of hometown with pen and ink

Back to Du Fu thatched cottage

Huaxi Jinjiang no waves

A toast to the veteran

Looking at the snow peak from afar

Sad autumn wind

War in cold winter

In the middle of the night

Where do you want to go

He knows the world is stable

Bride and gentleman make up

He knew that he would never leave again

The poor man wet his clothes at night

The bamboo forest reflects the red wall

Another poem reflects the fragrance of flowers

This is a thatched cottage

Think back

He knows the world is stable

Bride and gentleman make up

He knew that he would never leave again

The poor man wet his clothes at night

The bamboo forest reflects the red wall

Another poem reflects the fragrance of flowers

This is a thatched cottage

Never forget