A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.
Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village.
On this day, it rained in Mao Mao, Tomb-Sweeping Day, and people who traveled on the road were as confused and desolate as if they had lost their souls. Asked the shepherd boy where there was a restaurant, he pointed to Xinghua Village in the distance.
2, "Silent Night Thinking" Tang Libai
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
The bright moonlight sprinkled on enough paper in front of the bed, as if the ground was covered with frost. I couldn't help looking up at the bright moon in the sky outside the window that day, and I couldn't help but bow my head and think of my hometown in the distance.
3. "Goose Singing" Don Robin Wang?
Goose Goose, Xiang Tiange.
White feathers, floating in green water; The red soles of the feet stir the clear water.
Goose, goose, goose, facing the blue sky, a group of geese are singing with their necks bent. White feathers, floating on the green water. The red soles of the feet stirred the clear water waves.
4, "Jueju" Tang Du Fu
"Two orioles sing green willows, and egrets cover the sky."
My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.
Two orioles sang softly among the green willows, and a neat team of egrets went straight into the blue sky. Sitting by the window, you can see the snow accumulated all the year round on Xiling Mountain, and ships from Dongwu, thousands of miles away, are parked in front of the door.
5. "Thinking of my Shandong brother on vacation in the mountains" Don 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.
Being alone is always a bit bleak, and I miss my distant relatives every time I go to the Double Ninth Festival. Far away, I feel sorry for myself when I think of my brothers climbing high with dogwood.