Author: Ge Yuan's homesick mother slept in Gu Shan and her son fell in Yueyang field.
Thousands of miles away, there are always tears.
I miss my mother. I am a stranger. It's been five times since I said goodbye to my mother.
On Huai River, Pushan Mountain is empty, and Baling makes the water sad.
The west wind turns to sorrow, and blood and rain fly with tears.
Today, I knelt down and kowtowed three times, and even Chuncao was sad.
Tomb-Sweeping Day people are in their homeland of Qingming, and Baling Xiang Shui is miserable.
Tears filled the jade pool and turned into rain in Wan Li.
Xijiang Yuefeng issued a golden flag and silver training, and the cloud rode the crane god.
During the Qingming Festival, the sky opens and the rain overflows the court.
A wanderer is heartbroken and lovesick.
However, I will drink wine on the balcony and worship my mother in the north.
I miss my mother's rainy night, the lights in Xiaoxiang are dim, and the birdsong in Qingming Festival hurts my soul the most. There is a man in Gaotang who misses me with tears.
Yu Meiren Dragon Boat Festival remembers the joy of her mother's family at the Dragon Boat Festival last year. She was a guest of her sister's family.
Yu Panjin eats Yao wine, enjoys Duanyang in the afternoon and the bright moon at night.
Now I put calamus on it, and few people come.
A person left until dusk, dreaming of seeing his mother in the depths of Nanshan.
During the Dragon Boat Festival in Huanxisha, Nanshan worshiped his mother for a hundred days, and tears ran dry in several dreams.
Today, I took zongzi to worship Nanshan.
Less than three feet from a new house, several songbirds were sobbing in small steps.
Duanyang is dark.
Nanshan worships its mother, the autumn rain suddenly falls, and the crows are thin.
People are in the short pine hills, and their hearts are cold.
The autumn rain in Nanshan offered sacrifices to mother for nearly half a month, and water flooded in four cities and eight towns.
It is difficult to move south to the north, but northern poets don't frown.
I went to Nanshan to mix wine, and Zhu Ming asked Niang to go to the lonely grave.
The wind crow knows the meaning and shares the same sorrow, and hates the sky and the intestines.
People stay awake at midnight Mid-Autumn Festival and look at the full moon on the pillow.
Listen to the wind and push the brocade households, and smell the dew.
My mother lives in Nanshan, and I wander around.
Blind date, only in the dream, the chicken cries.
Moving to the countryside Author: Yuan Jinfeng Jinqiu is 68 years old and will move again on the eighth day of August.
All the utensils are still in use and have not been added, although the socks and shoes are broken.
Welcome your neighbors, rest and welcome them. The sea is not the sea.
What did you do after you moved to the countryside? You dug your own pond to entertain fish and shrimp.