Being in a foreign land, I miss my relatives twice every holiday.
March wind and fire, a letter from home is worth a ton of gold.
4 withered vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, and thin horses on ancient roads.
But I looked at my hometown, and the twilight was getting thicker, and the mist of sadness was filled on the river waves.
Water has brought you the feeling of home, dragging your boat for 300 miles.
Wine turns into sorrow and tears of acacia.
8*** Looking at the bright moon and crying, it is a red heart. In five places, all diseases are the same.
9 A cup of turbid restaurant Wan Li, the tube is strong and the frost is everywhere.
10 * * When cutting candles at the west window, we talked about the rain in the evening.
You from my old country. Tell me what happened there! .
12 teenagers leave home, old people return, and the local accent does not change.
13 I can finally send my messenger, Wild Goose, back to Luoyang. (Wang Wan's "A Stop at the foot of Beibao Mountain")
14 this serenade is full of broken willows, and no one can remember the national conditions. (Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night")