Wang Wei
I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
Since ancient times, this is the first poem about Chongyang. At this time, Wang 17 years old, this talented boy wrote a masterpiece that will be told for generations with his intuition beyond experience. In a simple sentence, "I miss my relatives more during the festive season" highly condenses the simplest experience of all mankind, spanning time and space and race, and lasting forever.
It's picturesque and has no skills. Although the last two sentences have lost their charm with the changes of time and customs, they are redundant today, but their brilliance is undiminished only by relying on the first two sentences. No one can write better than him.