1, Homecoming Book II:
I have been away from my hometown for many years, and I have been half-baked recently. Only in front of Jinghu Lake, the spring breeze does not change the waves of the past.
It's been decades since I left Jinghu Lake, and the spring is rippling and the water waves are still there. Beside the independent mirror lake, things are different, lonely and sad.
2. Boarding Guazhou:
Jingkou and Guazhou are just separated by a water, and Zhongshan has only a few heavy green mountains. Jiang Nanan spring breeze is green, when will the bright moon shine on me?
1075 In February, Wang Anshi, a famous politician and writer in the Northern Song Dynasty, went to Beijing for the second time. Looking at the south of the Yangtze River, the poet wrote this homesick poem with an open artistic conception and a fresh style. The warm spring breeze blew the south bank of the river green again. When will the bright moon shine on me and return to my beautiful hometown?
3. "Return to Hajj and stay in the same year":
After ten years of hard work, I became famous. First, it is not expensive, and relatives are honored. When six or seven people, send me out of the imperial city. The mysterious car is moving in color, and the silk tube is lifted away. Don't hate pride. A horseshoe disease brings back homesickness in spring.
This is a fresh, lively and cheerful poem written by Bai Juyi, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, after he entered high school. After studying hard at the cold window for ten years, I finally got into high school. Naturally, the spring breeze is proud and pleasant. After drinking too much, I feel that the road is far from shallow and I am excited. I just feel my hooves are as light as flying. Riding in the bright spring, I will whip my horse and go home with my clothes on.
4. Except for the night from Shihu to Tiaoxi, Part I:
The grass wears half a needle, and the smoke in Wu Palace is cold. No one saw plum blossoms and bamboos, and they blew incense across the stone bridge overnight. In the winter of 1 19 1, a famous poet of the Southern Song Dynasty returned to Tiaoxi by boat.
On the way back home, the night was boundless and my mood was like a tide, so I wrote ten excellent works. In early spring, the snow has not melted, the green grass is tender, and new buds have been born. Full of smoke and water, full of cold; Plum blossoms in the bamboo forest bloom indifferently, and the fragrance is refreshing, drifting across the stone bridge with the night wind.
5. Qiang Village One:
The sky is red and the clouds are west, and the ground is flat at the foot of the sun. Chai Men's birds are noisy, and thousands of miles away. My wife blames me, and I'm still crying. The chaos of the world is drifting, and it is accidental to survive! Neighbors are all over the wall, sighing. Midnight is more like a candle, relatively dreamy.