The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown.
The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me again?
I wish you a long life and a long life.
When I go up to the river tower alone, I feel like I am in a state of mist. The moonlight is like water and the water is like the sky. Where are the people who came to look at the moon together? The scenery seems to be gone.
Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during the festive season.
We traveled far beyond Jingmen to travel from the Kingdom of Chu. The mountains end with the plains, and the river flows into the wilderness. Under the moon, there is a flying mirror, and the clouds form a sea tower. Still feeling pity for the water in my hometown, I send my boat sailing thousands of miles away.
A change of wind and a change of snow will destroy the dream of hometown.
When I meet people, I gradually feel that the local accent is different, but I hate that the orioles sound like their hometown.
On the ancient road, the west wind blows and the horse is thin, the sun sets in the west, and the heartbroken man is at the end of the world.
Where is my hometown? I forget it unless I get drunk.
I miss my hometown tonight, and my frosty hair will appear again tomorrow morning.
The road to the east of my hometown is long, and my sleeves are full of tears. We will meet soon without pen and paper, so I can rely on you to send messages of peace.
Where is my hometown? It is a leisurely time to return to your thoughts. On an autumn rainy night in Huainan, Gaozhai heard the arrival of wild geese.
The sharp mountains by the sea are like swords, and the coming of autumn cuts the heart of sorrow everywhere. If you were to transform yourself into a thousand-billion-strong body, you would go up to the top of the mountain and look at your hometown.
The candle bids farewell with intention and sheds tears for others until dawn.
Departure from hatred is like grass in spring, we can travel farther and still be alive.
The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.
The hotel is sleepless under the cold light, and the guests’ hearts are filled with sadness.
The chrysanthemums on the horse's path through the mountain are beginning to turn yellow, and the trust in the horse grows wild. Thousands of valleys are filled with late music, and several peaks stand silently in the setting sun. Tangli leaves fall rouge color, buckwheat flowers bloom white and fragrant. What's the matter? I'm suddenly melancholy. The original trees on the village bridge look like my hometown.
During the festive season, I miss my loved ones even more.
If there is no north-south road outside the door, the world should be free from the sorrow of separation.
Nanpu is a sad farewell, the west wind is blowing in autumn. I feel heartbroken when I see it, so go and don’t look back.
I go to the flowers to see you farewell. Today the flowers have bloomed.
You are only seven days into spring, and you have been away from home for two. After returning to the wild geese, my thoughts are in front of the flowers.
When people return home after the wild geese, their thoughts are in front of the flowers.
People say that the setting sun is the end of the world, but I can’t see my home even if I look to the end of the world. I already hate that the green mountains are blocking each other, and the green mountains are still covered by dusk clouds.
Looking at the door and checking in, I thought of Zhang Jian, and waited for Du Gen for a moment. I am smiling towards the sky with my horizontal sword, leaving my liver and gallbladder intact.
Only the mirror lake in front of the door, the spring breeze does not change the old waves.
It’s hard to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered.
The day is far away from each other, and the clothes are fastened.
The sound of drums interrupts the pedestrian movement, and there is a sound of wild geese on the edge of autumn. The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown. All my brothers are scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death. The letter sent was not delivered, but the troops were not suspended.
The willows are green and hanging on the ground, and the poplar flowers are flying in the sky.
The wicker folding ruler and the flowers have all flown away. May I ask the passerby if he has returned?