My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty. -"Night Shift" Tang
The child held hands and asked, why don't you come back? -"Home" Du Mu in Tang Dynasty
There is nothing else between me, just telling me to go back to my hometown as soon as possible. -"Letter from the Capital" Ming Yuankai
Gambling books were so fragrant that it was just unusual at that time. -"Who reads the west wind alone in Huanxisha" Nalan Xingde in Qing Dynasty
1, Yulin Chills.
Author: Dynasty Liu? Make an appreciative comment
The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped. Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog.
Since ancient times, feelings have hurt and left, and the autumn season is even more worthy of being left out! Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together?
2. "Working at night"
Author: Wang Chaogao?
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.
3. Du Mu's Home in Tang Dynasty
The child held hands and asked, why don't you come back?
* * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns?
4. Letters from the capital
Author: Wang Chao Yuan
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.
5. In the Qing Dynasty, Nalan Xingde's "Huanxisha, Reading the West Wind Alone"
Who reads the west wind alone, rustling yellow leaves and closing the window, reminiscing about the past and setting the sun.
It was unusual at that time to get drunk in spring and gamble on books and pour tea.