2. The cold light in the hotel stays awake alone, and the guest's heart turns sad. My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and it's another year in the Ming Dynasty.
3. Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang city, I want the writer to write a book. The letter was written, and worried that he had not finished writing what he wanted to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him.
4. In a wanderer hears drums portending battle, a wild goose sounds in autumn. Dew changes to frost since tonight, how much brighter the moonlight is at home! All the brothers were scattered, and no family could inquire about life and death. Letters to Luoyang city often cannot be sent to, and the war is often not stopped.
5. People have only been in spring for seven days and have been away from home for two years. The days of returning home are behind the birds returning to the earth, but the idea of going home is there before the spring flowers are open.
6. Being a stranger alone in a foreign land, I miss my family more every festive season. Think of the brothers body boarded up high, will also because of less than I have a regret.
7. sailing far off from Jingmen Ferry, soon you will be with people in the south. Where the mountains end and the plains begin, and the river winds through wilderness. The moon is lifted like a mirror, sea-clouds gleam like palaces. And the water has brought you a touch of home, to draw your boat three hundred miles.
8. under blue mountains we wound our way, my boat and I, along green water. Until the banks at low tide widened, with no wind stirring my lone sail. ...Night now yields to a sea of sun, Jiang Chunren in the old year. At last I can send my messengers, wildgeese, homing to Loyang.
9, whose Yu Di flies in the dark, scattered into the spring breeze full of Los Angeles. In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to feel homesick.
1. evening rain rose in autumn pool before Jun Wen's return. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about evening rain.
11. Sad poems of homesickness in Mid-Autumn Festival. Poems expressing homesickness in Mid-Autumn Festival in 219
12. The neighboring flute calls the homesickness to move, and listening to the autumn sounds makes people rain. Autumn is coming, and it is still a journey. The old friend is only in Jiangnan Zhu.
13. Short pavilion. Ancient and modern feelings. The cold toad outside the building fainted. It's clearer in autumn after rain. MuYunPing. Twilight mountain cross. A few sounds of Ye Qiu and geese. Pedestrians don't listen.
14, a new cool sleeping guest house, listening to the sound of phoenix trees in autumn. The light is dizzy and cold, remember the first sight. Don't put a bead curtain roll on the low floor.