The autumn wind in Bingshen in August is like a knife, and the desert is getting higher and higher. Looking at the cliffs of Nanshan, my heart is turning with the east water.
The date of return depends on the wine, so physiology should ask the wine mash. There are also poetry books that can comfort me, and there are not many hairs on the frost and snow.
Dengguazhou Jingkou Guazhou is a water room, and Qian Shan is only separated by several mountains. Since the spring breeze in Jiang Nanan is green, when will the bright moon shine on me?
Later, Cheng Zi said, traveling with Qujiang Tan, Qi An took care of five things and suffered from you for a long time. Looking at Nanshan in the distance, you can see that it is very scattered, so I found a way to climb the west road.
The platform was broken and there was a flat sand, 89 old trees and hazelnuts. Blowing the river in the southeast and leaning against the city in the northwest.
Pour pot language to climb high, but the shore is full of poems but sighs. Everything follows the white hair now, and it is easy to turn into yellow flowers every year.
Appreciate Pei Ruhui for two years, and the more people sing, the disease will invade the southeast. My son is not right, but my life also comforts Lv Hou.
Fresh and fresh fine chrysanthemum frost front core, the desert is sparse and cloudy. A glass of turbid wine is full of eyes in autumn, so I agree to pour it instead.
In spring, Ran Ran is in spring, and Feifei is competing with China. Yinger still wants old friends, and geese don't carry poor families.
There is sage wine in the room, and there is no car for the elderly at the door. Get drunk and think about the world.
Ten years of spring banquet, the villagers near the water are thinking. I hate it before I die today, and I can't bear to sing partridges frequently.
Wu received two rhymes, gave two pieces of bamboo and grass for more than five acres, and started the business of fern and spring fish. The family is poor and ashamed of money, and the village is better than the Chinese book.
I miss you during the day and talk about the distance, but I seem to escape in the green forest. The spring breeze is at the end of the pond, and there is a paper mill in the east.
The second rhyme, Pingfu Jinshan, will keep friends and relatives. At the end of the day, Haimen is horizontal and solid in the north, and the sand bank in the smoke is like the west. No boat is still smelling the flute, only the lights on the balcony.
Mountains and moons break into scattered gold, river winds blow water, and avalanches soar. I want a ride, but I hate it when I get to Fusang.
The second rhyme, when I meet my son, I will lose my memory, and I will look back at nothing in the cold city. The wild forest is thin and the golden sun is wrong, and the river bank is wide and surrounded by jasper.
The flying rabbit has heard of it, and Artest still hates losing Longquan. Distant bosom friends are more about remembering friends by the river and engaging in selfless and unique talents.
Uncle Er Yun gave poems away from poor winter and chased his way out of the Western Jin Dynasty, so he had to wait for spring. Fadan drowned Shiguo for a long time. At the beginning of his life, he comforted his fellow villagers.
Say goodbye to the beautiful buildings in the north and return to the new town in Zhou Nan County. Ban Cao tears several rows of clothes, but it is a blind date.
The second rhyme is the third of three poems in Tang Palace-I'm thinking about this old man in the north and south, and I'm worried about the journey. The land is vast and sparsely populated, as low as five lakes.
Looking far away from the cloud, I walk with the moon. Generous autumn wind, sad songs are not bass.
The second rhyme is two poems by Zhang Ziye, written by Chikurinji. The water is deep, the stone road is deep, and there is a jungle in the barren water source. Green honeymoons. /honeymoon. /Several generations in Lan Ruo, yellow cranes were rich in gold.
The peaks of the ruins are all black and pink, and the cool smoke rises from one ear to the other. After ten years of separation from relatives and friends, I look back on the past and travel through the ancient and modern times.
I have been home for five years. I am tired of the wind, but my hometown still seems like a dream. Apes and birds don't have to look down, and the western hills should return with a smile.
When I am free, I feel poor and tired. Life depends on who is advanced and who is talented. Autumn night, I am more bleak, and the trees are green by the sand.
The transfer of gold from Jiangxi to Jiangxi through meticulous painting is the most gratifying thing for Zhang Bin's parents. The boss has always been really strong, and the second one is no different today.
There are rumors of joy, and it was not without success in the past. I hope new poems can be sent to me, and I will keep my feelings for ten years.
I have seen books donated with my uncle in the snow and sent them to the old mountain forest, and I have no intention of pursuing the past. Suddenly, the old friend took advantage of the snow, and the words before Yutang had to be searched again.
The scenery of Hu Aishu House is like flying chestnuts at the foot of Changshu Mountain and drinking white pigeons by the stream. I don't know if anyone else followed me here from you.
If you don't clean up your dusty life, current events will only drift. Seeing that I am bald, I am ashamed to dream of the southeast.
Isn't it fun to go back to China? You shouldn't idle about looking for trouble. Asahi came back and the saddle climbed higher.
Sad and sad, I miss Chung Shan Man. Why did you forget to travel and get drunk in a dream?
When I sent my second brother to Linchuan, it was windy in winter and I was freezing. At the age of 20, I am already very cold, and there is still a long way to go.
The heart of a horse with a dog can't walk a thousand miles. Let you worry about everything and work hard.
Blue light poetry book, full of tears. If you have no relatives, you will know that traveling far is a kind of harm.
The second sister in Jiangyin, the former state, paid tribute to water day and night, and the next chapter was devoted to water. I go to the water room and think about it every day.
If birds fly north, their hearts will always be in the south branch. Another example is the snake, and both the north and the south want to run together.
The dead are gone, and you are anxious to chase them. Life is bitter and lovely, when can I meet it?
Women return to the avenue and are good at poetry. Shu Yun left your car to comfort my kindness in class.
It can be seen that constant youth cannot be separated lightly, and it is also sad to meet again when you are old. Cao Cao's cups and plates are for laughter, and the faint light is for life.
Three years of self-pity for the lake and the sea, a thousand miles in the dust and sand. I want to know when I will send a book to read Yan Nanzheng in the later period.
2. Wang Anshi's three homesick poems:
1. board Guazhou
Guazhou, the mouth of Jingkou, is separated by a river, and Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains.
Since the spring breeze in Jiang Nanan is green, when will the bright moon shine on me?
2. Worried about Taiwan Province
There are 89 old trees and hazelnuts in the gradually flattened sand in the ruins.
Blowing the river in the southeast and leaning against the city in the northwest.
Pour pot language to climb high, but the shore is full of poems but sighs.
Everything follows the white hair now, and it is easy to turn into yellow flowers every year.
3. "Reward Pei Ruhui"
Two years' journey has made people sing and beg for more diseases in the southeast.
My son is not right, but my life also comforts Lv Hou.
Fresh and fresh fine chrysanthemum frost front core, the desert is sparse and cloudy.
A glass of turbid wine is full of eyes in autumn, so I agree to pour it instead.
1. Wang Anshi (102 118-1086 May 21) was born in Linchuan (now Linchuan District, Fuzhou City, Jiangxi Province). Li Qing two years (1042), Wang Anshi Jinshi. He has successively signed judges in Yangzhou, magistrate in Yinxian and judge in Zhou Shu, and achieved remarkable results. In the second year of Xining (1069), he served as a political commissar, met with the Prime Minister the following year and presided over the political reform. Because of the opposition of the old school, Xining went on strike for seven years (1074). A year later, Song Shenzong was put into use again and retired to Jiangning. In the first year of Yuan You (1086), the Conservative Party gained power and all the new laws were abolished. Yu Ran died in Zhongshan and was posthumously given to a teacher. Shao Shengyuan (1094) was named "Wen", so he was called Wang Wengong. Wang Anshi devoted himself to the study of Confucian classics and wrote books, which was praised as "learning Confucianism", initiated "learning Gong Jing" and promoted the formation of the style of study in the Song Dynasty. Philosophically, he expounded the formation of the universe with the theory of "five elements", which enriched and developed the thoughts of China and ancient naive materialism. His philosophical proposition of "dividing the old from the new" pushed China's ancient dialectics to a new height. In literature, Wang Anshi made outstanding achievements. His prose is concise, short and pithy, with clear arguments, strict logic and strong persuasiveness, which gives full play to the practical functions of ancient Chinese prose and ranks among the "eight masters of Tang and Song Dynasties". His poems are "thin but difficult to learn from Du Fu" and good at reasoning. In his later years, his poetic style was subtle, profound and simple, and he was unique in the poetic style of the Northern Song Dynasty, and was known as "Wang Ti" in the world. His poems are full of nostalgia and nostalgia, with broad artistic conception and simple images, creating a unique emotional world for literati. There are Wang Linchuan Collection and Linchuan Collection. Wang Anshi:
2. Wang Anshi's other homesick poems are as follows:
(1) Wang Anshi, spring day
Ran Ran Spring Festival Evening, Feifei competed with China on the same stage.
Yinger still wants old friends, and geese don't carry poor families.
There is sage wine in the room, and there is no car for the elderly at the door.
Get drunk and think about the world.
② Wang Anshi's "Home"
After five years of tiring travel, the old school still seems to be a dream.
Apes and birds don't have to look down, and the western hills should return with a smile.
When I am free, I feel poor and tired. Life depends on who is advanced and who is talented.
Autumn night, I am more bleak, and the trees are green by the sand.
3. Wang Anshi's homesickness poem Li Shangyin's "A note to friends in the north on a rainy night" asks you that the return date is undecided, and the rain rises in the autumn pool in the evening.
When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night. Tonight, I fell to Zhou Yue on a moonlit night and watched it from the window of her bedroom alone.
For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is. Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight.
Waste your time and watch the bright light stop crying? . Shangshan began to collect taxes early in the morning, and all the guests went to help the countryside.
Maodian crows crow, Banqiao frost is cold and cheerless. Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, and orange flowers are on the wall of the post.
Because they remembered Ling Du's dream, the geese returned home full of food. I sent a message to Zhang Langzhong, Hunan Province, that the Hanshui River is full of jade, and the bamboo shadow is a window for a few months.
I don't know how wide the lake is, but I will return to Luoyang City at night. On a trip to the countryside, Wang Yucheng rode through the mountain path, and the chrysanthemums began to turn yellow, and they were wild and wild. Listen to the sound of thousands of valleys at night and watch some peaks silent in the sunset.
The leaves of huanghuali are as red as rouge, and the fragrance of buckwheat flowers is as white as snow. To my dismay, the village bridge is like my hometown!
-Appreciation of Bai Juyi's three homesick poems; When the window willows are at Jing 'an's house, flowers are thrown on the ground in front of the station. Two beautiful springs, on the same day; At this time, family members miss their relatives outside, and people outside miss their families.
I miss my hometown from winter to day and night in Handan post office every winter to Sunday, and I always have a kneepad lamp with me. If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers.
Nanpu bid farewell to Nanpu, and the west wind curled up in autumn. Turn back immediately, my heart is broken, so I can leave and don't look back.
Interviewee: aogog- Magician Level 5 4- 1 1 20: 15 evaluation has been closed. At present, 4 people rated 75% (3) as good, and 25% (1) commented on the best answer *** 1 butuola commentator: 22 and-other answers are at the primary level * * * 1 I think of my brothers in Shandong, Wang Wei, who is a stranger in a foreign land, and I miss my family 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.
Looking at the moon for fifteen nights, Wang Jian's atrium, crows inhabiting Bai Shu, and silent wet osmanthus in Coody Leng. I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight.
Xue Daoheng has only been in spring for seven days, 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.
Respondents: Kamiwu, Ka Miao-Great Magician Grade 9 12-7 17: 54 [Tang] Meng Jiao, a kind-hearted mother, made clothes for her wayward son's body. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? Qiu Si Zhang Song was born in Luoyang City and saw the autumn wind, which made him want to write a book.
Later, I was afraid to say in a hurry that Li Shangyin's "Note to Northern Friends on a Rainy Night" asked about the return date, and the autumn pool rained overnight. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.
Tonight, I fell to Zhou Yue on a moonlit night and watched it from the window of her bedroom alone. For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is.
Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight. Waste your time and watch the bright light stop crying? .
Shangshan began to collect taxes early in the morning, and all the guests went to help the countryside. Maodian crows crow, Banqiao frost is cold and cheerless.
Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, and orange flowers are on the wall of the post. Because they remembered Ling Du's dream, the geese returned home full of food.
I sent a message to Zhang Langzhong, Hunan Province, that the Hanshui River is full of jade, and the bamboo shadow is a window for a few months. I don't know how wide the lake is, but I will return to Luoyang City at night. On a trip to the countryside, Wang Yucheng rode through the mountain path, and the chrysanthemums began to turn yellow, and they were wild and wild.
Listen to the sound of thousands of valleys at night and watch some peaks silent in the sunset. The leaves of huanghuali are as red as rouge, and the fragrance of buckwheat flowers is as white as snow.
To my dismay, the village bridge is like my hometown! -Appreciation of Bai Juyi's three homesick poems; When the window willows are at Jing 'an's house, flowers are thrown on the ground in front of the station.
Two beautiful springs, on the same day; At this time, family members miss their relatives outside, and people outside miss their families. I miss my hometown from winter to day and night in Handan post office every winter to Sunday, and I always have a kneepad lamp with me.
If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers. Nanpu bid farewell to Nanpu, and the west wind curled up in autumn.
Turn back immediately, my heart is broken, so I can leave and don't look back. Interviewee: aogog- Magician Level 5 4- 1 1 20: 15 evaluation has been closed. At present, 4 people rated 75% (3) as good, and 25% (1) commented on the best answer *** 1 butuola commentator: 22 and-other answers are at the primary level * * * 1 I think of my brothers in Shandong, Wang Wei, who is a stranger in a foreign land, and I miss my family 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. Looking at the moon for fifteen nights, Wang Jian's atrium, crows inhabiting Bai Shu, and silent wet osmanthus in Coody Leng.
I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight. Xue Daoheng has only been in spring for seven days, 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. Respondents: Kamiwu, Ka Miao-Great Magician Grade 9 12-7 17: 54 [Tang] The thread in the hand of kind-hearted mother Meng Jiao makes clothes for wayward son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
Qiu Si Zhang Song was born in Luoyang City and saw the autumn wind, which made him want to write a book. Later, I was afraid to say in a hurry that Li Shangyin's "Note to Northern Friends on a Rainy Night" asked about the return date, and the autumn pool rained overnight.
When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night. Tonight, I fell to Zhou Yue on a moonlit night and watched it from the window of her bedroom alone.
For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is. Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight.
Waste your time and watch the bright light stop crying? . Shangshan began to collect taxes early in the morning, and all the guests went to help the countryside.
Maodian crows crow, Banqiao frost is cold and cheerless. Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, and orange flowers are on the wall of the post.
Because they remembered Ling Du's dream, the geese returned home full of food. I sent a message to Zhang Langzhong, Hunan Province, that the Hanshui River is full of jade, and the bamboo shadow is a window for a few months.
I don't know how wide the lake is, but I will return to Luoyang City at night. On a trip to the countryside, Wang Yucheng rode through the mountain path, and the chrysanthemums began to turn yellow, and they were wild and wild. Listen to the sound of thousands of valleys at night and watch some peaks silent in the sunset.
The leaves of huanghuali are as red as rouge, and the fragrance of buckwheat flowers is as white as snow. To my dismay, the village bridge is like my hometown!
-Appreciation of Bai Juyi's three homesick poems; When the window willows are at Jing 'an's house, flowers are thrown on the ground in front of the station. Two beautiful springs, on the same day; At this time, family members miss their relatives outside, and people outside miss their families.
I miss my hometown from winter to day and night in Handan post office every winter to Sunday, and I always have a kneepad lamp with me. If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers.
Nanpu bid farewell to Nanpu, and the west wind curled up in autumn. Turn back immediately, my heart is broken, so I can leave and don't look back.
Interviewee: aogog- Magician Level 5 4- 1 1 20: 15 evaluation has been closed. At present, 4 people rated 75% (3) as good, and 25% (1) commented on the best answer *** 1 butuola commentator: 22 and-other answers are at the primary level * * * 1 I think of my brothers in Shandong, Wang Wei, who is a stranger in a foreign land, and I miss my family 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.
Looking at the moon for fifteen nights, Wang Jian's atrium, crows inhabiting Bai Shu, and silent wet osmanthus in Coody Leng. I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight.
Xue Daoheng has only been in spring for seven days, 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.
Respondents: Kamiwu, Ka Miao-Great Magician Grade 9 12-7 17: 54 [Tang] Meng Jiao, a kind-hearted mother, made clothes for her wayward son's body. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
Who didn't say anything?