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.
Wang Wei's farewell in the mountains
Seeing friends off in the mountains, Chai Men is half hidden at sunset.
The grass turns green again in spring, but what about you, my friend Prince? .
Huanxisha in Qin Guan
The desert is light and cold, with small buildings. Silver hooligans are like poor autumn. Looking back at the screen, the light smoke, the flowing water, the mood is faint.
Outside the window, the flowers are dancing freely, just like in a dream, the rain is falling and drifting aimlessly, like melancholy. Look again, the curtain of jewelry hangs on the silver hook at will.