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.
Seven-step poem Cao Zhi
Boiled beans are used as soup and fermented into juice.
Honey burns under the pot, and beans cry in the pot.
We are born from the same root. What's the hurry?
A short and happy meeting with my brother-in-law "All shall be well, jack shall have Jill" Yi Lee After ten years of boring suffering, we meet again. We have all changed a lot.
I didn't know my name for the first time. I was surprised when I first saw my name. I called my name and remembered that old face.
Talking about the changes of the world after parting, I have been talking about the temple bells at dusk.
Tomorrow you are going to climb the old Baling Road in Qiushan. I wonder how much weight there is?
Don't be a poet. Anonymous people are flesh and blood, and friendship is also related.
All men are brothers, who is a passer-by?
Besides, I am connected to a tree, and I am like my son.
It used to be an affair, but now it's time to participate.
The former is similar in length, while the latter is like Hu and Qin.
Only when you think about it will your kindness be renewed day by day.
Weeds in Luming Literature Temple can be compared to guests.
I have a bottle of wine that I want to give to people far away.
May my son stay and think about it and talk about this life.
An oriole is thousands of miles away.
Huma loses her group and is often unwilling to think.
Besides, Ssangyong is fine when it is in the air.
Fortunately, there are string songs, which can be used to describe Huai.
Please sing for the wanderer. Why are you sad?
Silk and bamboo sound clear, generous and sad.
Long song is fierce, and the center is devastated.
If you want to express the Qing dynasty commercial songs, the lady can't return.
Sadness is pitching, but tears can't go away.
For a pair of orioles, I am willing to send my son to fly far away.
There is no doubt about love when you are married.
Have fun tonight. This is a good time.
What is the night when recruiters look forward to the road?
There are no more participants. Quit your job from now on.
On the battlefield, long time no see.
Shake hands with a sigh and tears will make a living.
Try to love Chunhua, and don't forget when you are happy.
Born to return, died for Sauvignon Blanc.
Candle, candle, morning moon, fragrance, autumn and fragrance.
Pink heart hair at night, smell my hall with the wind.
The husband is far away, and the wanderer loves his hometown.
/kloc-In the cold winter of 0/2 months, the morning is harsh.
Overlooking Jianghan River, looking up at the clouds.
Good friends are far apart, and each is in one place.
The mountains and seas are separated by zhongzhou, which is leisurely.
I finally meet Jiahui again, and the joy is endless.
May you always respect Lingde and love Jingguang.