1 "Silent Night Thinking" There is such a bright line at the foot of my bed. Could there be frost already? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
The Return of the Native is a bit old-fashioned, with a taste of hometown, and the local accent has not changed. When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from.
3 "I think of my brothers in Shandong on vacation in the mountains" He is in a foreign land, and he misses his family more during the festival. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
4 "Shangshan Morning Tour" began to collect taxes in the morning, and guests mourned their hometown. When a chicken crows at the Maodian Moon, people walk on the Banqiao Frost. Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, and orange flowers are on the wall of the post. Because they remembered Ling Du's dream, the geese returned home full of food.
5 "a night-mooring near maple bridge"
Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river. In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.
Berthing Guazhou
Wang Song Anshi
Keywords Guazhou, Jingkou, a current,
Zhongshan is separated by only a few mountains.
The spring breeze in Jiang Nanan is green,
When will the bright moon shine on me?
6 Ye Jing si
Lipper
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly,
Is there frost already? .
Looking up, I found it was moonlight.
Looking down, I feel nostalgic.
Nostalgia Poems Seen in Seven Nights Books
(Song) Ye Shaoweng
Mix covered her leaves and made a cold sound.
The autumn wind moves passengers on the river.
Knowing that some children choose to promote knitting,
At night, the fence will light up.
I remembered my brothers in Shandong when I was on holiday in the mountains.
(Tang) Wang Wei [homesick poems]
As a stranger in a foreign land,
Please think twice about your relatives during the festival.
Know where the brothers climb,
There is one person missing from the dogwood.
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1
A berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain (Wang Wan)
Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water.
Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.
... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.
I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang.
2
Tianjingsha Qiu Si (Ma Zhiyuan)
Dead vines, old trees, faint crows,
Small bridges and flowing water,
The ancient road and the west wind are thin.
The sun went down,
Heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
three
A short message to a friend in the north on a rainy night (Li Shangyin)
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi.
When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.
four
On a spring night, I smell the flute in Los Angeles.
Lipper
Whose house is the invisible jade flute coming from?
Scattered into the east wind full of Luocheng.
I heard Liu Lu's farewell song tonight.
Who won't feel nostalgic about this piece of music?
five
Farewell through Jingmen
Lipper
Sail from Jingmen Ferry, and soon you will be with southerners.
At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness.
The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces.
The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.
six
Hanjiang's early pregnancy.
meng haoran
The south is a wilderness, because leaves are falling, and the wind from the north makes the water cold.
My home is wandering by the river, and the sea of clouds is far away.
Tears of homesickness in the journey, see the back of the sail on the horizon.
The smoke in the wind blurs where the ferry can be, and the vast river ripples in the sunset.
seven
Fisherman Ao (Fan Zhongyan)
The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang Goose is unknown.
The sound of the four sides is connected with the angle. Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes.
A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet.
The pipe strength is covered with frost. People don't sleep, and the general has white hair and tears.
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