Original text:
The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang Goose is unknown.
Around, the sound of the horn sounded, thousands of miles away, and the long smoke closed.
A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet.
Qiang tube covered with frost, people do not sleep. The general was white-haired and in tears.
The border scenery in autumn is completely different, and the geese flying to Hengyang have no nostalgia. From all directions, the wailing of the border earth sounded with the horn, in the mountains. Twilight is heavy, the mountains are setting, and the gates of the isolated city are closed.
After drinking a cup of old wine, I miss my hometown thousands of miles away and have a lot of thoughts. Thinking of the uneven border and unfinished business, I don't know when I can return to my hometown. The flute of Qiang people is melodious, and first frost is everywhere. It was late at night, and the soldiers couldn't sleep. The generals and soldiers were stained white by frost and snow, so they had to cry silently.
2. On Returning to Zhongnanshan at the End of the Year Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran
Original text:
Don't write to the North Yard again, let me go back to the old hut in the old Nanshan.
I have no reason to decide to give up my point of view. My old and many sick friends have stopped practicing.
The frequency of white hair is that people are getting more and more every day, and spring is coming to force them to die.
Full of sadness, tossing and turning, the pine forest is empty under the moon.
Stop writing to the North Campus and let me go back to that shabby hut in Nanshan. I don't have any talent. No wonder I'm disheartened and my old patient is unfamiliar. The frequent appearance of white hair makes people aging day by day, and the arrival of spring forces the old year to pass away. I can't sleep, because I am full of sadness, and the window of the moonlight pine forest is empty.
3. Yue Ming He Jiao Han Dynasty: Anonymous
Original text:
Moon how bright, shine on my bed.
Too sad to sleep, wandering around in clothes.
Although the guests are happy, it is better to turn back early.
Who should you sue when you leave home alone?
Back to my room, tears stained my clothes.
The bright moon is so bright that it illuminates my bed; I was so sad that I couldn't sleep, so I put on my clothes and wandered around the house. Although it is interesting to live away from home, it is better to go home as soon as possible; Who should a person tell when he goes out full of sadness? I can only stretch my neck and look into the distance, and my clothes are wet with tears before I go back to my room.
4, "Shang Tang" Han Dynasty: Zhen Fu
Original text:
Thinking of you is often bitter and sad, and I can't sleep at night.
Don't give up what you love because of your noble behavior.
Miss you often make me cry, and I can't sleep at night. Please don't abandon what you loved before because of your great virtue. Don't throw away onions and shallots because of fish; Don't give up donating money and materials just because you are humble.
5. "Three Poems of Seven Injuries, Part Two" Han Dynasty: RoyceWong
Original text:
Man Jing is not my hometown, so what is long-term stagnation?
The ark belongs to the river, and the dusk worries my heart.
The mountains are not just a shadow, but the rocks are more blurred.
The fox rushed to the cave and the bird flew to the forest.
The waves are ringing and monkeys are singing on the shore.
The wind blows the robe, and the dew touches the skirt.
I couldn't sleep all night, so I took my clothes and played the piano.
Sitong touched people's hearts and gave me a mournful cry.
The journey is endless, and it is difficult to have concerns.
Jingzhou is not my hometown, but I stayed here for a long time? Looking from a distance, the boat went upstream in the middle of the river, and it was getting late, which reminded me of my homesickness. On the hillside, the afterglow of the sun is reflected, and the shadow under the ditch rock is darker.
The running fox is busy rushing back to his cave, and the flying birds are hovering on the nest. The rough waves on the river are crashing, apes are singing in the forest on the shore, the swift river wind lifts my skirt and sleeves, and the autumn dew wets my skirt.
Late at night, I was lonely and sleepless, so I got up with my clothes on and picked up the bronze harp. Tongqin seems to understand my mind and give me a sad accent. When is the end of relying on others, my heart is full of sadness that is difficult to send away.