Wang Wei's Qijue "Remembering Shandong Brothers on September 9th": Being alone in a foreign land, we are strangers, and we miss our relatives even more during the festive season. I know from afar that when my brothers climbed to a high place, there was only one less person planting dogwood trees.
Thinking about the sorrow of traveling while traveling: Meng Haoran's "Staying on the Jiande River", Wen Tingyun's "Early Journey to Shangshan"
Thinking of relatives and friends such as: Wang Wei's "Remembering Brothers in Shandong on September 9th", Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi" Ten Years of Life and Death"
Thinking of homesickness at the border is like: Fan Zhongyan's "The Proud Fisherman" The scenery is different in autumn"
Walking for someone in the boudoir is like: Wang Changling's "The Boudoir" "Resentment", Ouyang Xiu's "Treading on the Shasha", "Waiting for the Plum Blossoms in the Pavilion, and the Willows on the Brook and Bridges", Li Bai's "Yuefu" (A moon in Chang'an, the sound of thousands of households pounding clothes)
① Missing relatives Cen Shen's "Envoy to Beijing" 》The road to the east of my hometown is long, and my sleeves are full of tears. We will meet soon without paper and pen, and I will send you a message to report peace.
Gao Shi's "Listen to the Flute" When the frost is gone, Hu Tian herds his horse and the moon returns. Ming Qiang Di garrisoned the tower. I asked where the plum blossoms fell. The wind blew all over the mountain all night. Ran is empty.
I live on the Mengjin River, and there are often boats from the south of the Yangtze River. Do you want to send letters to your home?
You should know something about your hometown. Are the plum blossoms still blooming in front of the window?
Wang Changling's "Farewell to Xin Jian at the Furong Tower"
The cold rain comes to Wu at night, and I see off my guests in Luoyang in the morning. , A piece of ice is in the jade pot.
The old man returns home, his local accent remains unchanged, and his hair on his temples fades away. The children smile and ask where they are from when they say goodbye. There are many years in my hometown, and the people have been half gone recently. Only the water of the mirror lake in front of the door, the spring breeze does not change the old waves.
③The journey is sad and thinking about Zhang Ji's "Night Mooring on the Maple Bridge"
The moon is falling. The sky is full of cry and frost, and Jiangfeng and fishing fires are facing melancholy. Outside the city of Suzhou, the bell rings for the passenger ship.
Wen Tingyun's "Morning Journey to Shangshan"
Starting in the morning to welcome the priests. Traveling to my hometown. Roosters sing in the moonlight, people leave Banqiao on the mountain road, and orange flowers shine on the post wall.
④Bianguan is homesick. Not returning, I can't help but travel to the end of the world)
Liu Zhongyong's "The Resentment of the Conqueror"
The golden river returns to Jade Pass every year, and the horse and sword ring return in the spring. Qingzhong, the Yellow River surrounds the Black Mountain.
Li Yi "Joining the Army in the Northern Expedition"
After the snow in the Tianshan Mountains, the sea is cold, and the flute is playing "The journey is difficult". Looking back at the middle of the month.
Fan Zhongyan's "Proud of the Fisherman"
The scenery is strange when the autumn comes, and the wild geese in Hengyang are heard in all directions. The lonely city is closed in the setting sun.
A glass of turbid wine can lead to thousands of miles away. At the foot of Cibeigu Mountain (Wangwan in the Tang Dynasty)
The passenger journey is outside the green mountains and the boat is in front of the green water. The tide is flat, the banks are wide, the wind is blowing and the sail is hanging.
Hai Ri is born and the night is over, and Jiang Chun is entering the old year. Where can I find the hometown book? It's near Yanluoyang.
"Autumn Thoughts on Pure Sky and Sand" by Ma Zhiyuan
Withered vines and old trees, crows dim, small bridges and flowing water, people's houses, the west wind and thin horses on the ancient road. The sun sets in the west, and the heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
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The west wind comes home thousands of miles away, asking me when I will return? The wild geese are singing in the red leaves, the people are drunk in the yellow flowers, and the sound of banana rain is in the autumn dream.
The blue birds on the river are more than white, and the mountains are green and the flowers are about to burn.
This spring is over, when is the return year?
Du Fu's "The Year of Li Gui in the South"
"It's a common sight in King Qi's house, and Cui Jiutang heard it several times in front of him. It is the beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and you will meet again when the flowers are falling. ”
Listen to the flute playing on the fortress (Gao Shi of the Tang Dynasty)
The snow is clear and Hu Tian’s horses are returning, and the moon is bright and the Qiang flute is guarding the tower.
May I ask where the plum blossoms fall? The wind blows all over the Tianshan Mountains all night.
Wang Anshi
Written by Bingshen in August
The autumn wind cuts and peels sharply like a knife, and the sun rises high in the desert with dim smoke.
Seeing the exposed cliffs of the Nanshan Mountains, my heart followed the waves of the East River.
The date of return depends on the yarrow, and the physiological response must be asked about the wine.
There are also poems and books that can comfort me. There is not much frost and snow on my hair.
Boancuan Guazhou
Between Jingkou and Guazhou, there are only a few mountains between Zhongshan and Guazhou.
The spring breeze comes from the south bank of the Green River. When will the bright moon shine on me?
After he became a character, he traveled to Qi'an with Tan Jun of Qujiang and Cai Jun of Danyang.
According to Wuzhi, planning things is like hair, and all the kings have suffered for a long time.
Looking at Nanshan Mountain in the distance, I could not see Sanshi, so I looked for the west road and climbed up.
Chou Terrace
There are gradually flat sands with ruined walls and eighty-nine houses of old trees.
The river flows to the southeast, and the sky shape leans toward the city in the northwest.
After pouring the pot and talking, I went back to look out. I sighed when I finished the poem on the shore.
Everything is going according to the rules. Today's white hair will turn yellow in one year.
Reward Pei Ruhui
For two years, I traveled in Yue and people chanted, and begged to get the disease from the southeast.
The mourning son has not settled the righteousness of the Zhuang family, and his relatives still comfort the heart of Marquis Lu.
The pistils of fresh and fine chrysanthemums are blooming in front of the frost, and the tung trees are sparse in the desert and the sun is overcast.
A glass of turbid wine fills the eyes with autumn, but it is pitiful that I will not pour it.
Spring Day
Spring is slowly approaching, and everything is beautiful.
The warbler still looks for old friends, but the wild goose does not betray a poor family.
There are wise men and wine in the room, but there is no car for the elderly at the door.
Drunken and sleeping, we chat and feel comfortable, and return to our dreams of reaching the end of the world.
At the Spring Banquet
After ten years of wandering and returning home, a hiker near the water is thoughtful.
Today, there are thousands of people in front of the bottle who are filled with hatred and cannot bear to sing partridge poems frequently.
Second rhyme sent two poems to Wu Yanzhen.
More than five acres of bamboo and grass, where mountain ferns and spring fish live.
The poor farmer is a shy Duanmu, and he is better than Zhongshu in delivering letters in the countryside.
In the daytime, I remember you and chat with you from afar. The green forest sighs at me, as if I am running away.
The spring breeze drifts towards the end of the Wutang, and a piece of paper drifts from the east.
Ciyun Pingfu Jinshan will stay with relatives and friends
At the end of the day, Haimen is solid across the north, and the beach in the smoke looks like Xixing.
There are no boats anymore, but the flute is still heard, and there are only lights on the towers in the distance.
The moon in the mountains shattered the pine gold, and the river wind blew the water and snow avalanched.
Piaoran wanted to make a plan, but when he arrived at Fusang, he couldn't.
Ci Yun's brother met his son, Gu Yi Shao Shu
When I returned home, I was stunned, and I looked back at Hancheng with a sense of confusion.
The wild forest is thin and the golden sun is scattered, and the stream bank is wide surrounded by the jasper sky.
The flying rabbit has heard of chasing the dragon, and Tai A still hates the loss of Longquan.
I remember my friends by the river even more when I know them from afar, and I can be selfless and unique in my work.
Ci Yun's fourteenth uncle gave him a poem to leave as a farewell message
In pursuit of a road out of Xijin in the dead of winter, I had to wait at a loss to see spring.
Having made pills for a long time, he has flooded the country's scholars. When he first started his career, he was ordered to comfort the people in his hometown.
Xingci said that the towers in the north tower were beautiful and he returned to Nanzhou County as a new city.
There are tears on the clothes of the class grass, but when the sticks and the sticks are on a blind date.
The third rhyme of Tang Gong's three poems - "Thinking of a Journey"
I am an old man from the north to the south, and I am worried about the journey.
The earth is as big as the three Chu mountains, and the sky is as low as the five lakes.
Look at the clouds in the heart, far away, and the shadow of the moon is solitary.
The generous autumn wind blows, and the tragic song is not a perch.
Second rhyme: Zhang Ziye Zhulin Temple Two Poems
The stream is deep and the stone road is deep, and there is a jungle where the water source is poor.
The Qingyuan has been in bloom for several generations, and the Yellow Crane has been blessed with gold.
There are many peaks on the ruined wall with pink ink on them, and a spike of cool smoke rises from the sandalwood.
After ten years, half of the relatives and friends are scattered, and looking back on the old travels becomes the past and present.
Arriving home
After five years of traveling and being tired of the wind, the old place still feels like a dream.
Apes and birds don’t have to look forward to it with regret, the mountains and rivers should also return with a smile.
If you are free and feel poor, you will be able to advance and be talented.
In the evening of autumn, my house becomes more lively, and the trees and smoke on the beach are green.
He Gongpi was transferred to Jiangxi
One day in Jiangxi, gold was cast, which comforted Zhang Bin’s father’s heart the most.
Chang Ru has always been really strong, and the second uncle is here again.
There are still happy songs in the lingering wind, and the traces of the past are not without success.
I hope you can send me new poems, and I have a deep love for China in the past ten years.
I met my uncle in the snow.
Donating books to send to the old mountains and forests, I no longer have the heart to reminisce about the past.
Suddenly, an old friend came to visit me in the snow, and I had to rediscover the words I once said in Yutang.
The mountains and rivers of Huaishu Prefecture are like Changshu
Huangliliu is flying under the mountain, and white doves are pecking at white doves while drinking by the stream.
I don’t know if there are others who can succeed me here.
The dusty life is no longer washed away, and the storms and current events only float.
Looking at each other, they are bald and have no plan to return. When they dream of the southeast, they feel ashamed.
Returning home
Wouldn’t it be a joy to return home? You should not have time to do things.
Asahi has returned, and it is time to conquer the saddle.
There are hundreds of streams of sadness, and there are thousands of mountains with eyes closed.
Why did I forget to travel and become drunk in my dreams?
Going to Linchuan when I send my second brother home
The strong winter wind blows my crown with frost.
My journey is already cold, and I am sad that your road is long.
If you have the heart of a dog or a horse, you will not be able to conquer a thousand miles.
I will make you suffer all kinds of worries and work hard in Sichuan and Liang.
The green lantern illuminates the poetry book, and I look up at the room and shed tears for several lines.
If you don’t miss your relatives, you will be hurt by traveling far away.
Send to the second sister of Jiangyin in Qianzhou
Gongshui flows down day and night, as does the Zhangshui period.
There is not a day when I am not thinking about it while I am walking between Ershui.
Floating like a bird flying to the north, my heart is always on the south branch.
It is also like a snake with a distal head, the north and the south want to gallop.
The day of the deceased is far away, and no worries can catch up with him.
Life is difficult and separated, and encounters never happen.
A woman returns to the great road, and her kindness is reflected in poetry.
Shu Yun stays with you in your car to comfort me.
To Lord Chang'an
It is not light to say goodbye when a young man is young, but it is also sad to meet again when we are old.
The hasty cups and plates offer laughter, and the dim lights talk about life.
Self-pity, three years between the lake and the sea, and thousands of miles of dust and sand.
If you want to know when the later period will be, I will send you a letter to see Yannan Zheng.
Send monk Wu Huo back to Poyang
In the late years, he was exhausted and sent to the world, and he was only able to look good.
Every time I hang on the mat, I am familiar with the east confluence of water, and I dream of collecting sesame seeds and traveling in the mountains.
My old friend has been happy alone until now, and I will be free to be with you any day.
I returned to Jiangdong to see the elders, saying that the birds would know and return.
Tongchang'an Junzhong Mountain View
The undressed appearance is worth lingering, and you can see thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River.
The residual snow leaves the mountains covered with jade, and the misty grass in Xinyang contains smoke.
The rest of your life will be insufferable and often sick, and pleasures should be left to your youth.
As long as I love poetry, I will return to the east and continue Dihua's chapter.
Reminiscing about Jiangnan
There are thousands of flowers in the south of the city and in the north, and there is sand on the surface of the pond as the ice disappears.
Looking back at Jiangnan Spring, it is better, dreaming of being a butterfly and returning home.
Want to return
The water is rippling and the sky is warm, the sand is blowing and the sun is cloudy in the daytime.
There are no spring mistakes in the fortress, and there are always intruders on the road.
The green is slightly green and the grass is still there, and the red is the old forest.
If you linger for a glass of wine, your eyes will be filled with desire to return home.
Middle-aged
Middle-aged Xu Guo Handan dream, in his later years he returned home and traveled to Kuancheng.
Looking to the south, the green mountains are not far away, and the spring grass from the five lakes flows into the boat.