Bai Juyi, a poet from the Tang Dynasty, "Since the chaos in Henan, my hungry brother is separated from one place and talks about the moon."
The family business is in a year of disaster, and the brothers are scattered.
After the war, the countryside was deserted and the flesh and blood fled to a foreign land.
The injured shadow is like a lonely wild goose, wandering like a broken-rooted autumn canopy.
* * * Looking at the bright moon and crying, for the heart, five places, all sick and willing.