Homesick Poems on Double Ninth Festival 1 It's easier to read than other times. Running water is gone in spring, and this is heaven and earth.
I began to recruit priests in the morning and felt sorry for my hometown. When a chicken crows at the Maodian Moon, people walk on the Banqiao Frost. 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.
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already? I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home?
After the New Year, it should be a good time and a good scene. Customs are strange, who to talk to.
The boys in the village didn't recognize me when they saw me. He smiled and asked me where the guest was from.
I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.
Sail from Jingmen Ferry, and soon you will be with southerners. At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness. The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces. The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.
Since ancient times, it has been awkward and cold to leave.
Sailing alone in the blue sky, I can see the Yangtze River flowing in the sky.
The distance from the east home is very long, and the tears are wet and the sleeves are still flowing. I'll meet you immediately, without paper and pen. Please tell my family that I'm safe.
Where is your hometown? It's leisurely to think about it. Autumn night in Huainan, the high house smells wild geese coming.
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!
The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world. Bring a separated heart, and be considerate for a long time at night! Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes. You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.
Cold and sad. The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest. All the accounts are not in the mood. I miss places and Lanzhou to urge me to send them.
When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.
Red bean shrubs grow in the south. In spring, they sprout many branches. People who miss them hope to collect more. Mix red bean has attracted people's attention.
The river is three thousand miles long, and there are fifteen letters from home. There is nothing else between me, just telling me to go back to my hometown as soon as possible.
Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying.
I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight.
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
You have just come from our hometown, and we must understand the world. When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming?
Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are thin horses. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
The candle on the table lit the heart, and it also saw the parting; You see, it shed tears for us and flowed to the morning.
The cold light in the hotel stayed alone and didn't sleep, and the guest turned sad. My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty.
The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city, and my wandering son doesn't know how his relatives in his hometown are; Writing a letter to peace has too much to say and I don't know where to start. I can't tell you how hurried I am. Pedestrians are pouring in, Kaifeng.
If there is no north-south road outside the door, people should avoid parting.
When did the moon begin to appear? Ask heaven for wine. I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. I want to go home in the wind, lest it be too cold on the roof.
A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks?
Qiu Guang, thousands of miles away, did it in the blink of an eye yesterday. The bluebird comes from the west, and Chang 'e reports my courtesy. Send a message, don't be afraid of Shen Zui.
We shared the flowers last year, and it has been in bloom for a year now.
I advise you to have a glass of wine. There is no reason not to go out.
It is almost as difficult for friends to meet each other as the stars in the morning and evening.
People say that the place where the sun sets is the horizon. I try to look at the horizon, but I can't see my home. Castle Peak is being influenced by Castle Peak, which covers my sight. Twilight, Castle Peak.
It has been seven days in spring, 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.
Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed. When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from.
Everything in the world has reached the spring sorrow, and now I cry to the pale ghost.
A vagrant heard the drums heralding the battle, which was the first call of a wild goose on the border 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. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.
Homesick Poems on Double Ninth Festival 2 Nine Days in Sichuan (Wang Bo)
On September 9, at Wangxiangtai, he sat in a farewell cup.
Human feelings are tired and bitter in the south, and Hongyan is from the north.
Nine days' work (Wang Jin)
Don't compare the border with Kyoto, the frost grass has withered in August.
I wonder if there will be chrysanthemums in the wine today?
9th (Yang Heng)
Yellow flowers and purple chrysanthemums fall on the edge of the fence, and the chrysanthemums are full of wine and fragrance.
I can't bear to look forward to my hometown today, but I am forced to join the crowd.
On the ninth day, Feng He was lucky enough to climb the height of Lin Weiting (Wei Anshi).
On the ninth festival, you must take action.
The golden wind flutters chrysanthemums, and the jade dew weeps dogwood branches.
Looking eight miles away, there are seven wonders in astronomy.
A deep face should be in front of you, so don't forget the danger.