Since ancient times, I feel sad and lonely every autumn. I think autumn is more than spring.
There is no one in the clear sky in Wan Li, and a crane, Ling Yunfei, has aroused my meditation on the blue sky.
The mountains and rivers are clear and frosty at night, and several trees are deep red and light yellow.
Trying to get under a tall building is as crazy as spring.
Climbing high-Du Fu
Zhu Qing Shabai Yanfei came back in the whimper of the sharp wind ape from the vast sky. The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably. Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness. Bad luck has frosted my temples, and the glasses in the new pavilion are worn out.
Mountain tourism-Dumu
Looking far away, the stone path of Hanshan is oblique, and there are people in Bai Yunsheng; The parking mat loves maple trees late, and the frost leaves are red in February.
Second, I miss my Shandong brother, Wang Wei, on the mountain holiday.
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.
2. "Mountain Holiday Thinking of Shandong Brothers", an ancient poem that misses loved ones in autumn.
Wang Wei
As a stranger in a foreign land,
Please think twice about your relatives during the festival.
Know where the brothers climb,
But the disappearance of a dogwood wearer will affect the performance.
Watching the moon on fifteen nights
Wang Jian
Bai Shu cheered in the atrium,
Coody Leng silent wet osmanthus.
Tonight, the moon is full of hope,
I wonder who Qiu Si belongs to.
Qiu Si Song Zhangji
Look at the autumn wind in Luoyang,
The writer's book is full of meaning. Compensated storage of barnyard grass fertilizer and weaving half-brewed chicken
I can't talk about it in a hurry
Pedestrians came and opened again.
3. Poems about missing loved ones in the cold autumn September 9th is the Double Ninth Festival in China.
On Wang Wei's Mountain Holiday Missing Shandong Brothers
I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.
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")
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. Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my brother in Shandong.
The dilapidated vegetation has withered, and the autumn scenery has aroused my homesickness. There are few people in the wild temple, and the clouds are separated by water. The sunset clings to the old city, and the clear sound echoes in the empty forest. Southern dynasties, what's left? , today alone in the Yangtze River. Military commander's view of climbing the mountain in autumn in Liu Changqing Temple
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! In his early years, he traveled with the master Liu Tang Zongyuan to see his relatives off.
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)
Away from home, winter goes and spring comes, and I am eager to get news. The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home. Tang Song Wen Zhi of Crossing Jianghan
Where the sun sails, the horizon breaks people's intestines. -Meng Haoran
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)
4. Poems about missing loved ones in the cold autumn September 9th is the Double Ninth Festival in China. Wang Wei's "I miss my brothers in Shandong on vacation in the mountains" is in a foreign land, and I miss my relatives every holiday.
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") Being alone as a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my relatives twice every holiday. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
When I was on holiday in the mountains, I remembered my brothers in Shandong. Tang and Gutian were old, so autumn broke my homesickness. There are few people in the wild temple, and the clouds are separated by water.
The sunset clings to the old city, and the clear sound echoes in the empty forest. Southern dynasties, what's left? , today alone in the Yangtze River.
In Tang and Liu Changqing's View of Climbing the Mountain in Autumn in the Temple of General Wu, mountains are like swords, and they are sad everywhere. How can we turn this body into tens of millions, scattered to the heads of state's homes to see!
Hao Chu traveled with his teacher to send relatives and friends to Beijing. At the general hospital, under the green hills, I was boating with 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: "The next berth on the North Fort Mountain") Far from home, I am eager for news, and I have experienced winter and spring. The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home.
"Crossing Jianghan Water" Where did the sun sail in the Tang and Song Dynasties, the end of the world broke people's intestines. -Meng Haoran left home when he was young, and his accent did not change.
Where do children come from when they meet strangers? He Zhangzhi: My classmates can read books.
5. Poems about missing relatives by the autumn moon. Autumn moon hangs in the sky and Guanghua is wet. The surprised magpie has not settled, and the flying fireflies are rolling in. The courtyard is sparsely shaded, and the sound of the neighboring night is urgent. What is the ceremony? Look at the sky and stand. I got pregnant under the autumn night and the moon. -Meng Haoran
There are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus in Coody Leng in the atrium. I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight. Wang Jian's "Looking at the Moon at Fifteen Nights"
It's like giving gifts when the frost clears. The curtain leans against the tree, feeling infinite, and the candle is faint and fragrant. I like to listen to the northern sheng sound, and gradually see the southern star fans. Who is the coolpad of the school and wants to reduce the first round and noon? Mid-Autumn Festival Waiting for the Moon (Lu Guimeng)
The grass withered yesterday, but it is green today, which makes people homesick again. I dreamed of going home at night, and it was already dawn before I got to Tonglu. Fang Gan's Thoughts on Jiangnan
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: thinking at night
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. Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my brother in Shandong, Wang Wei.
The dilapidated vegetation has withered, and the autumn scenery has aroused my homesickness. There are few people in the wild temple, and the clouds are separated by water. The sunset clings to the old city, and the clear sound echoes in the empty forest. Southern dynasties, what's left? , today alone in the Yangtze River. Military commander's view of climbing the mountain in autumn in Liu Changqing Temple
A vagrant heard drums heralding battle, and geese sang in autumn. 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. Delivering books is often late. What can we expect in the war? . Du Fu's Moonlit Billion My Teenagers
Endlessness is sorrow, and the world is full of thoughts. -Yan Shu
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing, and a hundred flowers are blooming. -Li Shangyin
It's a long night in the rain, and the lights are lonely. My hometown is full of clouds and water, which is not suitable for Qiu Meng. Li shangyin, stagnant rain
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! Liu Zongyuan's Seeing the Mountain with Master Hao Chu and Sending Friends to Beijing
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. The next berth in Beibao Mountain is Wang Wan.
Away from home, winter goes and spring comes, and I am eager to get news. The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home. "Crossing the River" Song Wenzhi
Where the sun sails, the horizon breaks people's intestines. -Meng Haoran
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)
I don't know how far you are, but it's bleak and boring! —— Ouyang Xiu
You left for no reason. -Xu Shu
Yu Xing got off the moon wheel and picked up the dew in front of the temple. So far, the sky doesn't exist, but Chang 'e should be thrown to people. Guizi of Tianzhu Temple on the night of August 15th (Tang Pi Rixiu)
The Yuanjiang River flows to the morning sun, and Xikou meets you far away. Who is away from the thunderstorm in Wang Zhi? Return home in spring next year. "Send Wu Nineteen to Yuanling" Wang Changling
The child held hands and asked, why don't you come back? * * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns? Du Mu, Home