The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang Goose is unknown. Around, the sound of the horn sounded, thousands of miles away, and the long smoke closed.
A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet. Qiang tube covered with frost, people do not sleep. The general was white-haired and in tears.
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Autumn is coming, and the scenery in the northwest frontier is very different from that in Jiangnan. The geese flew back to Hengyang again, without any intention of staying. At dusk, the horn sounded, and unique wind, horse flute, Qiang flute and horn sounded from all directions. In the rolling mountains, the sun sets, the smoke rises and the gates of an isolated city are closed.
After drinking a glass of turbid wine, I can't help thinking of my relatives thousands of miles away. At present, the war is not peaceful, and my fame and fortune have not yet been established. You can't plan ahead. There was a long sound of Qiang flute in the distance. It's very cold, and the ground is covered with frost and snow. It's late at night, and it's hard for people fighting outside to fall asleep. Both generals and soldiers have been dyed white by frost and snow, so they have to cry silently.
2. Su Muzhe misses Fan Zhongyan [Song Dynasty]
Blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn colors, cold smoke, green waves.
The mountain reflects the setting sun and the sky meets the water, and the grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.
Dark homesickness, thoughts of chasing travel. Every night unless, sweet dreams make people unable to sleep.
The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns into sorrow and tears.
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Blue sky, white clouds and yellow leaves, autumn scenery is connected with water waves in the river, which are filled with green and cold smoke. The mountains set off the sunset, the blue sky and the river. The grass is unfriendly and extends to the horizon beyond the sunset.
Missing my hometown silently is sad, and lingering worries are hard to get rid of. Unless I dream well every night, I can get a moment's comfort. I don't want to look at the tall building alone on a moonlit night, but I want to pour bitter wine into my sadness and turn it into tears of acacia.
3, the sky, cold weather, windows? Li Qingzhao? Song dynasty
When the window is closed in cold weather, the phoenix tree hates night frost. Wine column prefers bitter tea, and dreams are broken.
Autumn has passed, the days are still long, and Zhong Xuanhuai is even more desolate. It's better to get drunk than to stay at a respectful distance from others. Don't be negative.
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The bleak sunshine in late autumn gradually shines on the carved windows, and the buttonwood tree should also resent the frost that hit at night. I prefer the bitter taste after drinking group tea, which is especially suitable for waking up in a dream and smelling the refreshing fragrance.
Autumn is almost over, and I still feel a long day. Compared with the homesickness expressed in RoyceWong's Empty House, I feel even more desolate. It's better to learn from Tao Yuanming, for the sake of drunkenness is not wine, and live up to Dongli's blooming chrysanthemums.