One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.
I was born useful, spinning a thousand pieces of silver, all come back! .
Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead! Everyone here knows you.
Why are you wandering at the fork in the road? The child is holding a towel.
Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west.
Yesterday, I left, and the willows were reluctant; The road is muddy and difficult to walk, and people are thirsty and hungry.
Sad songs can be used as tears, and visions can be used as angelica.
Humayi north wind, nest south branch.
Grass can't repay the kindness of warm sun.
Now, near my village and meeting people, I dare not ask a question.
You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! When you passed my window, was the plum blossom Han Mei in full bloom?
The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home.
Where is your hometown? Forget it unless you're drunk.
on festive occasions more than ever one thinks of one's dear ones far away
I don't know whose bag Qiu Si will fall into tonight.
Only in front of Jinghu Lake, the spring breeze does not change the waves of the past.
People are getting unfamiliar with the local accent, but they hate the sound of singing birds.