A sad poem.

The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! -Du Fu's Moonlight Remembering My Brother

It is still the moon and border pass in Qin and Han dynasties, and the enemy has fought a protracted war. -Wang Changling's "Two Embankments"

The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold. -Du Fu's Hope for Spring

I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning. -Li Chi Ngai's operator, I live at the head of the Yangtze River.

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. -Zhang Ji "Qiu Si"

Finally, I can send my messenger, Wild Goose, back to Luoyang. -Wang Wan's berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain.

When the wind changes, the snow changes, and the dream of hurting the heart of the country falls through. -Nalan Xingde's "Sauvignon Blanc, A Journey to a Mountain Residence"

There are many more.

Hope to adopt