Claiming to stand out, stand up to Jin Lu, stand up to Jun Yaoshun, and then make the customs pure. Du Fu's Twenty-two Rhymes of Wei Zuocheng
"Tired of hearing Zigui sooner or later, I suddenly heard an oriole singing. A dream breaks the songs of the Chu River, and the hometown is full of spring. " Liu Zongyuan's "Smelling the Orioles"
A fisherman is drifting, enjoying the spring mountain, and the peach blossoms on both sides go to Tianjin. Looking at the brightly colored trees, he never considered the distance, did everything in Qingxi and ignored people. This is a cave. The hole is so narrow that he can only climb in, but then it opens up on a wide and flat path. Looking from a distance, the clouds are filled with trees, and thousands of houses are hidden between flowers and bamboo. The woodcutter told him his name in Chinese. These people all wore clothes from the Qin Dynasty. Living on the plateau, on the Wuling River, in farms and gardens is like a world. In the clear moonlight, they lived quietly under the pine trees until sunrise, when the gloomy sky was full of roosters and dogs barking. ... hearing the news of a stranger, people gathered together and everyone invited him home and asked him where he was born. In the morning, alleys and paths cleared the petals for him, and at dusk, fishermen and farmers brought him their goods. They left this world a long time ago, and they came here to seek refuge. Since then, they have lived like angels, happily away from the world. No one in the cave knows anything outside, and outsiders can only see empty mountains and thick clouds. The fisherman didn't realize his great luck and began to consider the connection between the country, the family and the secular. He found his way out of the cave again, passed through mountains and rivers, and planned to come back later. At that time, he had told his relatives. He studied every step he took and kept it firmly in mind, forgetting that cliffs and peaks might have different appearances. There is no doubt that to enter the depths of the mountains, a green river will take you into a misty forest. But now, there are spring floods and floating peaches everywhere. Which way should we go to find the hidden source? . (Wang Wei: "Taoyuan Star")
From then on, Wen Chun went to Qinyuan. I entrust my dream to you, please take me back to my home in the garden. Liu Zongyuan's Lingling Early Spring
The journey is in a dangerous place in the distance, on a rugged road, far from the road. On all sides of the mountains, the snow reflected the cold night, sitting in the candlelight night, I am a stranger here. Because the farther away from relatives, on the contrary, the closer to employees and servants. That is drifting, the first day of the New Year, tomorrow morning! . (Cui Tu: "Except Night")
Before returning to Yuefeng, the sand is like snow, and the moon outside the city is like frost. I don't know where to play the flute, and I want to look forward to my hometown all night. Li Yi's Listening to the Flute in the Surrender City
Xiaoyao upstairs looks at Xiangguan, green water and clear clouds, and goes to Hengyang for two thousand miles in the north. He doesn't return the book because of wild goose feet.
Yuan Kai, staying overnight.
It has been seven days in spring, and I have been away from home for two years. The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom.
I woke up from my dream, only a faint oil lamp covered the round aperture, and the midnight will be over, and the light rain will send me cool. Why don't you even whisper, just say hometown? Han Yu's Su Rong Palace Beach
"Pan Yue hence cold thought, Qu Ping gaunt yan. Yin Qingwang went home, and it didn't rain when climbing the mountain. " Two Mourning Poems by Liu Yuxi (Ⅱ)
Jiangjin hangcheng
It's only seven days in spring and two years away from home. The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom. (Xue Daoheng: "People are homesick every day")
I went out with a big smile. How can I be a person who has lived in the wild for a long time? Li Bai's "Nanling children don't go to Beijing"
Why are you depressed? Chang' an is as far away as the sun. You are always in your hometown, and Yan comes to Hong. "Liu Yuxi's" Mourning Exile to Two Songs "is the second song.
The south is a wilderness, because leaves are falling, and the wind from the north makes the water cold. My home is wandering by the river, and the sea of clouds is far away. Tears of homesickness in the journey, see the back of the sail on the horizon. The smoke in the wind blurs where the ferry can be, and the vast river ripples in the sunset. (Meng Haoran: "I am pregnant in the early cold river")
My family is married to me, and I am far from the foreign king Wu Sun. The vault is the room, the felt is the wall, the meat is the food, and the cheese is the pulp. I often feel homesick and sad. I would like to go back to my hometown for the sake of oriole.
Man Jing is not my hometown. What is long-term stagnation? The ark belongs to the river, and I am worried at sunset. The mountains are full of shade and the rocks are full of shade. The fox rushed to the cave and the bird flew to the forest. The waves are ringing and monkeys are singing on the shore. The wind blows the robe, and the dew touches the skirt. I couldn't sleep all night, so I took my clothes and played the piano. Sitong touched people's hearts and gave me a mournful cry. The journey is endless, and it is difficult to have concerns.
The footprint of ten years is uncertain, especially when people ask about their hometown.
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Monkeys whimper in the dark mountains, and the river rushes in the dark. The wind on both sides of the strait rustled the branches and leaves, and the moonlight reflected on the river, a boat on a river. Jiande's scenery is good, but it's not my hometown. I still miss my old friends in Yangzhou. Recalling those two lines of tears that I couldn't restrain, I looked at the west side of the west bank and sent sadness to Yangzhou. (Meng Haoran: "From a berth on Tonglu to a friend in Yangzhou")
Wei River flows eastward, and in the week, two more lines of tears will be sent to my hometown.
People miss Xue Daoheng every day.
The arrival of the new year is more homesick, and the independent horizon can't help crying. People who are exiled in old age rush ahead of me in spring. The ape in the mountain makes me faint, and the willow in the river makes me sad. I was tortured like a bodyguard, so when will this day come? (Liu Changqing: "New Year")
I'm in Dongshan and I'm not coming back. I'm from the east. It's rainy. I went home east, and Lucy was sad.
Yu Di's dark flying sound scattered into the spring breeze in Los Angeles. In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick. (Li Bai: The Flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night)
Wang Anshi anchored in Guazhou.
Night walking, homesickness is only autumn? Every time you crave water, you have to flow in front of the door every day. Liu Yuxi's Book from the South
I miss my hometown in the morning and sleep at night. Dreams don't cry, but tears are black. Ten pieces of Yuan Zhen's ten articles about sending diseases
Seven worries. Second, Wang Canhan Wei.
The swan goose in the north indicates the arrival of the season, and his wife's letter is brought home. In a trance, it is difficult to tell whether the home is true or false. After the dream, I opened the window to look, only to see the leaves of tung trees withered and the lotus flowers by the pool withered. It was autumn all night, but I slept in my dream, but turned a deaf ear.
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already? I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
Picked and picked, half a day less than a small basket. I miss my lover, and the food basket was abandoned on the road. I'm tired, Peter Trey. Let's pour a golden pot of wine first to comfort me. Climbing up the high mountain ridge, the horse's legs are already soft and confused. Fill my glass and keep me away from my inner sadness. I'm sorry, but I'm sorry I am a servant, so why bother? (The Book of Songs, Nan Zhou Juaner).
Ladies and gentlemen, when the country is heavy and the military expedition, it's your turn to gallop at an early age. I often compete with others at once, and I never cherish my seven feet. To fight bravely, no one dares to come forward to recruit; He has a dignified look and a beard as lush as a hedgehog. There are yellow sand and white clouds in summer, so you can't be polite without reporting to the court. A young woman in Liaodong, 15 years old, can play the pipa, sing and dance. Today, with the music of Qiangdi playing, all the soldiers were moved to tears. (Li Zhi: "Ancient Meaning")
It has been ten frost in Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night. For no reason, I crossed the mulberry river, but I hope that Bing is my hometown. (Liu Zao: "Journey to the North")
The Tenth Five-Year Plan calls for Tanghe Zhangzhi.
Now I can overlook Chang 'an City from Baling Mountain, and look back at the capital like looking back at Luoyang, climbing three mountains in Heyang. The sun sets on the towering roof, and the houses in Beijing are not so high and low. The residual clouds of the sunset are scattered like rosy clouds, and the clear river is as calm as white. Noisy birdsong covers the spring, and all kinds of flowers cover the countryside in the suburbs. I will stay in the country far from the capital, and I miss the happy party that has stopped. When it's time for Danggui, I'm disappointed and tears fall like snow beads. People with feelings know that they are homesick. Who can't change their black hair? (Xie Tiao: "Going to Sanshan and Returning to Wangjing Late")
A harp sighs all night, with the sadness of wind and rain on its strings. There is a solitary lamp, a trumpet sound, and on the other side of the platform tower, the moon sets. The fragrant grass has changed and withered, but I still hope my old friend will come back. Now that the wild goose has flown south, I have no more messengers to send to him. (Wei Zhuang: Night Thoughts on the Terrace Tower)
I'm in Dongshan and I'm not coming back. I'm from the east. It rains when it rains. Cang Geng flies, shining with feathers.
I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. On Wang Wei's Mountain Holiday Missing Shandong Brothers
When his son came back, the emperor refuted his horse. If you tie the knot yourself, your manners will be 90. Its new Confucius family, its old?
The golden cup does not wash the sorrow, and Jiang Yi remembers his hometown. Fireworks on both sides of the strait are full of spring, and the wind on the first floor and the moonlit night are bleak. Zhang Wang should not be ashamed of his tears, nor should Pan Yue be surprised by the frost on his forehead. Back to the lotus, there is a thatched hall deep in the white clouds. Through ancient and modern times, I studied under Mozi, and I shattered the frost on China. If you miss, you will be ashamed that there are enough snakes. Be careful not to be a toothless mouse. I pity the moon for nine days, and I hate flowers when the wind blows overnight. A person who lives alone in the county building can't catch a boat or a beach of sand. (Liu Jian: "Midspring Climbing the Building")
I'm in Dongshan and I'm not coming back. I'm from the east. It rains when it rains. If the fruit wins, it will also apply to Yu Yu.
Sweep the dome and suffocate it. I'll get it. There is a bitter gourd. I have never seen myself in the salary of chestnuts. In these three years.
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already? I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. (Li Bai: "Silent Night Thinking")
The river is three thousand miles long, and there are fifteen letters from home. There is nothing else between me, just telling me to go back to my hometown as soon as possible. Letter from the capital [Ming] Yuan Kai
The Book of Songs? Dongshan
When will the border war be settled and when will my husband end his expedition? Li Bai's Midnight Wu Ge
A small boat docked in a remote town on the bank of Huaihe River. Strong winds set off waves on the river, and the sun sank into the darkness of the earth. The dark people in the city all went home to rest, and the Moon Bay also lived there. Lonely at night, I can't help but think of Chang 'an. How can I sleep when I hear the bells on the shore? (Wei: Parked at dusk in the district)
It rained for more than ten days in autumn, and even more cicadas were not heard after sunny days. The prison is in a leisurely state, and new diseases have begun. These geese flock to the south of my hometown. Meng Jiao's Autumn Night after Chang 'an Disease.
He joined the army at the age of fifteen and didn't come back until he was eighty. Everyone in the village, who is at home? Looking into the distance is your home, with countless pines and cypresses. Rabbits enter from the dog's sinus and pheasants fly from the beam. In the atrium, Green Valley was born, and in the well, Lv Kui was born. Eat grains as rice and drink sunflower as soup. The soup and rice have been cooked for a while, and I don't know who it will be. Going out and looking east, tears fell on my clothes.
August is longer, and people who are worried often get up early. Nothing happens behind closed doors, and autumn grass grows in the courtyard. Last night, I dreamed of going to the west window and entering Jingnan Road. It is better to be poor at home than to be outside. Yung Wing's Autumn Night in Chang 'an
The drums of the defenders cut off people's communication, and a lonely goose was singing in autumn in the frontier. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop. (Du Fu: "Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night")
I began to recruit priests in the morning and felt sorry for my hometown. When a chicken crows at the Maodian Moon, people walk on the Banqiao Frost. Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, and bitter orange flowers shine on the wall. Because they remembered Ling Du's dream, the geese returned home full of food. (Text: "Good Morning Walk")
The new sound of pipa dance always stays behind the mountain. I can't listen to endless worries, and the high autumn moon shines on the Great Wall. Wang Changling's Join the Army
The Han Dynasty lost power and influence, and Dong Zhuo was in chaos. If you want to usurp the throne, you must first harm the virtuous. Forced to move to the old state to help the Lord strengthen himself. In the sea, the master wants to discuss ominous things. Excellent people come from the east and shine in the sun. The local people are very fragile, and all the soldiers are Hu Qiangren. Hunting wild cities and besieging cities, I know what I want to break. There is nothing left, and the remains support each other. A horse hangs a man's head, and a horse carries a woman behind it. Driving west to enter the customs, the road is dangerous and blocked. I still care. My liver and spleen are rotten. There are several tens of thousands, and gathering is not allowed. Still flesh and blood, afraid to speak. When you are depressed for a few minutes, you need to talk about your shortcomings. If you want to be a pavilion blade, I can't live with you. How dare you spare your life? You can't stand being scolded. Or add pestle, poison and pain are combined into one. The study is sad and the night is sad. You can't have it if you want to die, and you can't have it if you want to live. It is a misfortune for people with pale faces.
The Dongting is full of grass, and the Chu guests don't want to return. After suffering, the geese fly back every spring. Things are far apart, but few friends. Independence is still shouting, and the south is covered with cloth. Du Fu's "Looking at the Spring River and Spend the Evening"
"Chu wildflowers are full of thoughts, southern birds are sad, diligent and top-notch, but when they are free, they look forward to their hometown." Liu Yuxi's "Inscription Temple"
Sad songs can be used as tears, and distant looks can be used as angelica. Miss my hometown and feel depressed. Nobody wants to go home, and there is no boat to cross the river. The brain can't talk, and the wheels in the intestines turn. Elegy, a Chinese Yuefu poem
Jingkou and Guazhou are just separated by a water, and Zhongshan has only a few heavy green mountains. The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home?
Outside the ridge, the sound is broken, winter returns to winter and spring returns to spring. The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home. (Song Wenzhi, "Crossing the Han River")
"It is a mountain ape calling from the river, and there is no such heartbroken sound in my hometown." Bai Juyi's Answer to Spring
Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed. Where do children come from when they meet strangers? (He Zhangzhi: Homecoming Book)
Make a dress, not a medal. The man who flies has a candle, so he breaks the mulberry field and leaves the car alone.
I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. (Wang Wei: vacationing in the mountains reminds me of my brothers in Shandong)
Biography of Qinsi in Weishui Cen Can
The bamboo in Nanshan is an infant, and its music was first introduced from Persia. It spread to the Han Dynasty and became a novel, and Aw Hoe in Liangzhou was played by me. The listeners at the seat are all sighing, and the homesick tourists weep. Many people like to listen; But few people understand that traveling in the long wind. The withered old Bai Han strolls, where there are nine little phoenixes chirping at each other. It's like a dragon singing and a tiger roaring and generate at the same time, and it's like the autumn sound of spring in autumn. Suddenly it turned into a small, tragic, sudden dark cloud that turned the sky from flying to flying. The next change is as lively and cheerful as Yang Liuzhi, as if I saw the flowers in the garden among the flowers. On New Year's Eve, Hall A on the ceiling, a glass of wine, a glass of wine. (Li Jue: "Listening to An Wanshan's cymbals")
The old country has a long road to the east, and the tears of the double-sleeved dragon bell have not dried. I'll meet you immediately, without paper and pen. Please tell my family that I'm safe. Cen Can is meeting a messenger to the capital.
Wan Li Road, Yangguan, there is no one to return, only the geese by the river, and Qiu Lai flies south.
Wash away the clear autumn for rainy days. The frost wind is getting colder and tighter, and the river is left out. Red flowers wither everywhere, and all the beautiful scenery gradually disappears. Only the gushing water of the Yangtze river flows eastward without sound. Without the heart to climb the distance and overlook the distant home, it is difficult to gather the desire to go home. Sigh for years, why stay. Want to be beautiful and build a new building? I hope I miss it a few times, and God knows the boat. Fighting for me, leaning against the railing, I'm worried. Ganzhou Bayin [Song] Liu Yong
Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are thin horses. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. (Ma Zhiyuan: "Tianjingsha Qiu Si")
Fog clouds spread far away to see Hanyang City, and the boat drifted away for a day. Businessmen sleep during the day, know the waves, and boatmen talk at night. Look at the white hairs on both sides of two or three fragrant autumn hairs, and look at the bright moon dish. My hometown has been destroyed by the war, and you can hear the sound of gongs and drums. ("Lu Lun: Sleeping at Wuchang")
"The high platform is out of reach, and the distant view makes people worry." Shen Yue's Lin Gaotai.
To break the relationship and sign for the future. This is 3,000 miles long. When shall we meet again? Read me out of my stomach and my heart will destroy me. Not only for the family, but also for China and foreign countries. The city wall is a mountain forest, and the yard is full of Ai Jing. If you don't know whose bone it is, don't cover it vertically and horizontally. When no one goes out, the jackal barks. Embrace the lonely scene, and you will lose your liver and lungs. Looking at the distance, the soul suddenly flew. After the election, others will be lenient. In order to recover, there is no need to say it. Entrust your life to a new person and try your best to encourage yourself. Being stingy, I am often afraid of donating again. The geometry of life, you worry all the year round.
The Dongting is full of grass, and the Chu guests don't want to return. After suffering, the geese fly back every spring. Things are far apart, but few friends. Independence is still shouting, and the south is covered with cloth. Lu Xun's "Looking at the Spring River"
I'm in Dongshan, but I can't come back. I'm from the east. It rains when it rains. Storks sing on the shore and women sigh in the room.
A fisherman is drifting, enjoying the mountains in spring, and the peach trees on both sides lead him to an ancient source. Looking at the brightly colored trees, he never considered the distance until he came to the end of the blue stream, and suddenly-strange people! . This is a cave. The hole is so narrow that he can only climb in, but then it opens up on a wide and flat path. Looking from a distance, the clouds are filled with trees, and thousands of houses are hidden between flowers and bamboo. The woodcutter told him his name in Chinese. These people all wore clothes from the Qin Dynasty. Living on the plateau, on the Wuling River, in farms and gardens is like a world. In the clear moonlight, they lived quietly under the pine trees until sunrise, when the gloomy sky was full of roosters and dogs barking. ... hearing the news of a stranger, people gathered together and everyone invited him home and asked him where he was born. In the morning, alleys and paths cleared the petals for him, and at dusk, fishermen and farmers brought him their goods. They left this world a long time ago, and they came here to seek refuge. Since then, they have lived like angels, happily away from the world. No one in the cave knows anything outside, and outsiders can only see empty mountains and thick clouds. The fisherman didn't realize his great luck and began to consider the connection between the country, the family and the secular. He found his way out of the cave again, passed through mountains and rivers, and planned to come back later. At that time, he had told his relatives. He studied every step he took and kept it firmly in mind, forgetting that cliffs and peaks might have different appearances. To be sure, you have to go through the depths of the mountains to enter. How many times did Qingxi reach Yunlin? But now, there are spring floods and floating peaches everywhere. Which way should we go to find the hidden source? . (Wang Wei: "Taoyuan Star")
In the lunar month, geese began to fly south. It is said that they flew to Dayuling, and they all turned back. Birds don't enter, but I don't travel far to Lingnan. I don't know when, when can I return home? At low tide, the river stopped and the forest was foggy, but tomorrow morning, on the other side of the mountain, the dawn will be white and there will be plum trees in my hometown. (Song Wenzhi: Inscribed on the wall of an inn in the north of Dayu Mountain)
Shen quanqi's miscellaneous poems
The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city, and my wandering son doesn't know how his relatives in his hometown are; Writing a letter to peace has too much to say and I don't know where to start. When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him. Qiu Si [Tang] Zhang Ji
It has been ten frost in Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night. For no reason, I crossed the mulberry river, but I hope that Bing is my hometown. Crossing Sanggan [Tang] Liu Zao
At the age of twenty, all the civil and military officials were proficient and went west to Beijing. Look up at the gate of the courtyard, and the day will go. Gao Shi's Wei Not Joining the Army
There are no good traveling companions in the hotel; The sad heart seems to have solidified. Recalling the cold light and returning to my hometown to recall the past; Like a flock of lost geese. The road to my hometown is too far away. I will come back at dawn, and the letter from home will not be sent to this place until next year. The Cangjiang River in the moonlight, the scenery is so beautiful, and the fishing boat is in front of my house. (Du Mu: Accommodation)
Although the daylight in winter is shorter on the elemental scale, it is cold and snowy at the end of the world. Stark sounded the fifth watch, drums and horns rang, and stars and Tianhe danced on three mountains. Wild cries and smells of war, I saw savage fishermen and woodcutters at dawn. Sleeping dragons and galloping horses are not generals now. They are dust. Be quiet for a while. Oh, the noise of the world ... (Du Fu: Pavilion Night)
In this lonely hotel, there is only one lonely blind date who comes to offer condolences. Tonight is the last night of the year, and I am wandering thousands of miles away. Looking back on the past, it is an insignificant thing, sad and sad; Lonely, I only have a wry smile and acid. Sorrow makes my face old and my hair full of white hair. With a sigh, I ushered in a new year. [Tang] Dai Shulun's "In addition to sleeping on the stone hill"
Farewell to the mother river beam, tears in vain. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail. ... the night now gives way to the ocean of the sun, and Jiang Chunren was in the old year. I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. (Wang Wan: a berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain)
Su Yunmeng Guan Ouyang Xiu
Hu Qiang has endless days. When will he come back from the battlefield? Gao Shi's Five Poems of Jimen
But seeing death on the battlefield, who will pity the lonely people? Chen Ziang's Feeling the Third.
Bianhuang is different from China, who is vulgar and unreasonable. There is a lot of frost and snow in the place, and Hu Feng starts in spring and summer. Blow my clothes gently and let them sink into my ears. I miss my parents when I feel it, and lament the infinite. It's always nice to hear that there are guests from outside. Welcome to ask about him. You need to reply to the village. I hope that when I meet you, my flesh and blood will meet me. If you have to forgive yourself, you should abandon your son. Heaven binds people's hearts, and it is too late to say goodbye. Life and death are always good, and we can't bear to say goodbye to them. Hold my neck in front of my son and ask my mother what she wants. When people say that their mother should go, there is no time to return. My mother has always been kind, so today is even more unkind. I am not an adult, so I don't care. Seeing this collapse in five days, I was in a trance and crazy. Crying and touching, when you reply to doubts. At the same time, they bid farewell to each other. I long for my return, and sad tears have destroyed the cracks. A horse hesitated, but a car refused to turn. The audience was booed and sobbed as they walked.
Against Huanglong City, our army was sent out a long time ago. The girls here looked at the same melancholy moon and lit up our soldiers in China. Young wives dreamed of spring, and last night their brave husbands. In a big attack, Huanglong City was captured with flags and drums.
The sharp mountain by the sea is like a sword, and Qiu Lai cuts his heart everywhere. How can we turn this body into tens of millions, scattered to the heads of state's homes to see! "Seeing the Mountain and Sending Friends to Beijing with Master Hao Chu" [Tang] Dai Shulun
The child held hands and asked, why don't you come back? Who is fighting for time to win sideburns? Home [Tang] Du Mu
Evie is in the room, but she is at home. Town deer farm, bright, not terrible? Ekhuaiye!
Wang Jian, Zhi Wu
Cai Yan's Poems of Sorrow and Anger
You have just come from our hometown, and we must understand the world. When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? (Wang Wei: "Miscellaneous Poems")
Jiang people teach clothes late and smell the anvil in October. Wan Li's hometown is a high-rise building overnight. Bai Juyi's "Jiang Lou Wen Zhen"
Leaves rustle, the river is long, and the way home is endless. The new goose rains at night, and pedestrians are constantly intestines.
Goodbye Zhou Shangshu Yu Xin Southern and Northern Dynasties
People say that the place where the sun sets is the horizon. I try to look at the horizon, but I can't see my home. Castle Peak is being influenced by Castle Peak, which covers my sight. Twilight, Castle Peak. Nostalgia [Song] Li Gou
Bi Ma Lao Huang Jingren
The sound of urban demolition is that the night is still early, but the river is scattered and cold; Seeing that he has become a homeless person, he is still telling everyone about his hometown.
Grief and indignation-Liusongxi County in the Eastern Han Dynasty
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop. Du Fu's Memories of My Youth under the Moon