2. A person is a stranger in a foreign land, and misses his relatives on holidays. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. Tang Wangwei —— On Mountain Holiday Thinking of My Shandong Brothers
The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light, is it frosted already? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. Tang Li Bai —— Thoughts on a Quiet Night
The bright moon rises from the mountains in the sky, in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds. The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass. Don Li Bai-Guan Shanyue
5, the hotel is cold and sleepless, and the guest's heart turns sad. My hometown is a thousand miles away tonight, and first frost will be next year. Tang Gaoshi-Besides working at night
6. The Panasonic Mao Ting is cool in May, and the Tingshayun tree is dark in the evening. On the road, endless homesickness rises, and green mountains and green waters seem to be their hometown. Don Dai Shulun —— Landscape of Zhichuan
7. Liu Hua flies into the boat and lies in the water, attracting Ling Hua to believe in the blue water. It is said that the scenery is all over the Yangtze River and the weather is fine. Don Yili-sailing on the ship
8. The sand is like snow before Yuefeng, and the moon outside the city is like frost. I don't know where the bleak reed flute blows and I look at my hometown all night. Tang Yi Li —— On Shouxiang Wall Crying at Night
9. Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang City, I want to write a book. When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him. Tang Zhangji's Qiu Si
10, Guazhou, Jingkou, separated by several mountains. Jiang Nanan spring breeze is green, when will the bright moon shine on me? Wang Song Anshi-Guazhou boating
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Autumn comes early and leaves fall, which is frightening; The feeling of dying is like the experience of this distant guest.
Leaves flying around, as if unwilling to fall to the ground; Still saying I can't bear to leave this forest.
A person can't reunite with his family when he is far away from home, and he misses his distant relatives every Double Ninth Festival.
Far away, I feel sorry for myself when I think of my brothers climbing high with dogwood.
The bright moonlight sprinkled on enough paper in front of the bed, as if the ground was frosted.
I couldn't help looking up at the bright moon in the sky outside the window that day, and I couldn't help but bow my head and think of my hometown in the distance.
A bright moon rises from Qilian Mountain and crosses the vast sea of clouds.
The mighty long wind blew through Yumen Pass where Wan Li and the soldiers were stationed.
I was lying alone in the hotel, with cold light shining on me, and I couldn't sleep for a long time. What makes me sad as a tourist?
People in my hometown must miss me thousands of miles away tonight; The sideburns have turned gray, and tomorrow is a new year.
In Panasonic in May, the thatched pavilion is cool and pleasant, and Tingzhou, which is covered with white sand and lush forests in the distance, melts into the twilight, showing a vast desolation.
Pedestrians on the road evoke infinite homesickness, and the green mountains and green waters here seem to be their hometown.
① Fly: the whole school of poetry: "Blow once." 2 letter: let nature take its course. ③ Yangtze River: refers to the section of the Yangtze River around Yizheng and Yangzhou today.
Before returning to Lefeng, the sand was as white as snow, and the moonlight outside the city was like autumn frost.
I don't know where the bleak reed flute blows, and all people look at their hometown overnight.
The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city again. I wonder what happened to my relatives in my hometown? Write a letter from home to greet peace. There are so many things to say and I don't know where to start.
The letter has been written, but I'm afraid I haven't finished what I want to say in a hurry; When the messenger set out, he opened the envelope and returned it to him.
On a spring night, the boat is moored on the shore of Guazhou. I looked across the river at Jingkou. I thought to myself, Zhongshan, where I live, is only separated by a few mountains, and the warm spring breeze blows the vegetation on the south bank of the Yangtze River green. When can I return to my hometown under the bright moonlight?