On September 1 day, we passed the translation of Cao, Meng Shicang, and Fourteen Master Shu Ge.

On September 1 day, Cao Cao's Twelve Cang Meng and Cao Cao's Fourteenth Chief Book Brother were poems written by Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty, translated as follows:

A walking stick made of Chenopodium album stems is soaked by cold dew; The thatched door opened the mist at dawn. Lack of strength, need to rest after the old tree; Old and poor, turning pages is like sleeping. I woke up in autumn and followed it to the end of the night; I'm here because of the special friendship between the Montessori brothers. Gossip is the only way to feel the world. You two brothers can be my best friends.

Chenopodium invades the cold dew, and the door opens to smoke. Weak strength breaks through trees, and old sleepiness stirs up books. Autumn sleep is everything, because of filial piety. Talk about the taste, but your generation has forgotten the year.

Appreciation: Cold dew is the seventeenth solar term among the twenty-four solar terms and belongs to the fifth solar term in autumn. "Twenty-four solar terms" said: "In September, the dew is cold and will condense." After the "cold dew" solar term, the hot air subsided, the cold became longer and the weather gradually turned cold. As the saying goes, "White dew does not show, cold dew feet do not show."

This cold poem reflects Du Fu's present life situation in his later years and his attitude of happiness and love for life. Du Fu in the cold dew of autumn wind is bitter and poetic. A good attitude towards life is a poem in itself.

The first couplet, Chenopodium invades cold dew, opens the door to smoke. That is to say, rattan made of Chenopodium album stems is soaked in cold dew; The thatched door opened the mist at dawn. A "Chenopodium" and a "Pengmen" point out Du Fu's daily life in his later years. The old man had to travel with crutches and live in a humble hut.

But poverty can't affect the poet's rich imagination and poetic description of life. Cold dew and smoke are exactly the poet's understanding of life in poverty and adversity. There are not only poverty in life, but also many beautiful things everywhere. As long as you are good at finding them, they will appear in front of you. Open a door, mist can also be the best poetic scenery.