Wang Wei's Mid-Autumn homesick poems

Wang Wei's Mid-Autumn homesick poems;

1, being in a foreign land, I miss my family more often during the festive season. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. -"Thinking of my Shandong brother on vacation in the mountains"

2. The two sisters grow up day by day and will definitely be together. I can hold my color and untie my scarf. When I miss the past, I am small and I don't know how to get close. From now on, I will leave hatred, and I will diligently wipe my tears. I'm younger and I don't know anyone when I come back. Although cohabitation is used to it, people haven't found it yet. As Vietnamese, it tastes extremely sweet in water towns. Don't be the hardest, tears will be remembered. -"two brothers and sisters"

I think there is a red pen and a lipstick manhole. Sorrow is often heartbreaking, and chaos cannot be cured. How long the blue sky is, how long the idle days are in Fang Jing. Under the eaves, it hurts the scenery. -"The Garden in the Woods is for my brother"

4, the dead of night, the forest dog smells it. But when I remember being in the mountains, there was a place far west of the mountains. I envy you for leaving tomorrow, content with the glory of ferns. -"Spring Night Bamboo Pavilion Delivers Qian Shaofu to Lantian"

5, melancholy mountain clouds, wandering in the sky. What happened to the people? The East City is strange to the South. -"Sighing with White Hair"

6. When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches. People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention. 1 1. Arabic gum

7. A stranger in a foreign land misses his relatives during holidays. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. 1 1 "Did you think of my brothers in Shandong when I was on vacation in the mountains? 》

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The moon broke through the mountain pass and spit out from Chai Men. Thousands of trees are divided into halberds, and they are saved in the middle of the night.

The light is white, the air is cold. The ancient well is surrounded by autumn springs, and the rocks are green.

Clear the lamp and dream, break the shadow and hold the empty mountain. Trance piano window, difficult to think of pine creek. 1 1 Playing on the East and West Moon