The girlfriends are white, the pears are thin and the leaves are red. Gao Jiang's cold hope was exhausted, and he returned to see the sign of the tent. Winter Night Wei Zhuang
The wine in the cold stove is half gone, and the guest's homesickness is far away. No one sharpened my sword for me to cut off an inch of sorrow. "Send the Master to Huarong Dusk Winter" Miracle
Although my hometown is not far away, there is no need to think about it. When it snows, on the vast Pinghu road. There is no mountain barrier at all, and the guests follow. After meeting relatives, the spring breeze moved the willows. Zhou He, Chang 'an Hotel in the dead of winter.
Who knows that knowing each other outside the lake is homesick for Japan. Looking for new guests everywhere, but rarely seeing people from my hometown. It is a shame to live in a knowledge life. You can tell by looking at the Dongting tree. It's an old mountain spring.