The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city, and my wandering son doesn't know how his relatives in his hometown are; Writing a letter to peace has too much to say and I don't know where to start.
Where is the autumn wind? Xiao Xiao sent the goose.
Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are thin horses.
The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom.
Explanation:
Tonight, the moon is bright. I wonder who Qiu Si belongs to.
People are looking at the bright moon tonight and enjoying the family happiness, but which family will the melancholy of this autumn night fall to?
Look at the autumn wind in Luoyang city. The writer's book is full of meaning.
The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city again. I wonder what happened to my relatives in my hometown? Write a letter from home to greet peace. There are so many things to say and I don't know where to start.
Where is the autumn wind? Xiao Xiao sent the goose.
I don't know where the autumn wind blows, and flocks of wild geese rustle in.
Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are thin horses.
At dusk, a group of crows landed on an old tree with withered vines and made a piercing cry. Under the small bridge, the running water jingles, and the farmhouse next to the small bridge raises smoke. On the ancient road, a thin horse struggled against the west wind.
The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom.
The day of going home will fall behind the geese flying north in spring, but the idea of going home exists before the spring flowers bloom.