You are guarding the border, I am in Wu area, and the cool wind is blowing to me. I am worried about you.
Tears a thousand times, so cold that your clothes are gone.
You guard the border, but I'm in Wudi. I was worried about you when the cold west wind blew on me. Miss you! Miss you, I sent a short message, and every line of the letter soaked my tears. When the cold came to you, I wonder if you received the winter clothes I sent you?
2. Tang Du Fu's Eight Poems of Autumn Prosperity (I)
Yulu withered maple forest, Wushan Wuxia bleak.
Between the river and the sky, the waves are rough and the clouds are covered with fog.
Cong Ju shed tears the other day. She was alone in the boat.
Cold clothes push knives and rulers everywhere, and Baidicheng is anxious.
It has been two years since the flowers bloomed. Looking at the blooming flowers and thinking that I haven't been home for two years, I can't help crying. The ship is still tied to the shore. Although I can't go back to the East and wander outside, my heart is always tied to my hometown. We are rushing to make clothes to keep out the cold in winter, and the anvil knocking on cold clothes in Baidicheng is as tight as a crack. It seems that another year has passed, and my yearning for my hometown has become more dignified and deeper.
3. Song Zhu Dunru's Twelve o'clock
Even the clouds are fading, the sky is shining at night and the mountains are red. The west wind shook down, whimpering more than the forward flow.
Yan Quhong returns to the news. Ask Wan Woo Wong who will fold it. The most worrying thing is to send cold clothes.
Looking around, the hay reaches the horizon, the sunset is all over the earth, the red leaves are everywhere, the west wind is blowing, the leaves are crumbling, and the stream is crying like a person. Swallow went back, and no news came. Yellow flowers are in full bloom, who can accompany me to fold them? The most sad thing for distant collectors is the season of sending cold clothes.
4. in my heart forever left the goose early last year by Don Zhang Hong.
Last year, I left the goose and went home. Tonight, the tailor firefly flew.
I haven't heard from travelers recently, and I don't know where to send warm clothes.
Last year's parting was just a wild goose flying south. Tonight, there are no signs of fireflies under the lights. I haven't heard from my husband recently. I don't know where to send the cotton-padded clothes when they are ready.
5. Tang Wei Wu Ying's "County Queju Zhailie Disease"
The incense burner goes out, and the blue light is dim.
Autumn lent alone sick, who and cold clothes.
After burning all night, the fire in the incense burner went out. The shadow in the lamp is getting smaller and smaller. It's fall here. Wei is alone at home. He is ill and lying in bed. Who will cover him with warm clothes?