Look up at the moon, bow your head and miss your hometown. I miss my brothers in Shandong on vacation in the mountains. Wang Wei is a stranger and misses his relatives every holiday.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. Looking at the moon for fifteen nights, Wang Jian's atrium, crows inhabiting Bai Shu, and silent wet osmanthus in Coody Leng.
I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight. Qiu Si, a native of Luoyang, saw the autumn wind. He wanted to find a writer to write a book.
When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him. -Autumn wind attracts you.-Where did Liu Yuxi get the autumn wind? Xiao Xiao sent the goose.
When the morning light enters the courtyard, lonely guests smell it first. —— Sauvignon Blanc takes a trip to Nalanxingde Mountain, walks in the water, walks towards Guan Yu, and lights are everywhere at night.
When the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, and there is no such sound in the garden. Patio sand Qiu Si withered vines old trees faint, small bridges flowing people, ancient roads west wind thin horses.
When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. Xue Daoheng has only been in spring for seven days, and I have been away from home for two years.
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 rainy Tang Bai lived in Kashgar, where the mountains and rivers are deep.
In autumn, the sound of the beach is more urgent and the canyon is overcast. Watching clouds cover your eyes, homesick for raindrops.
How will you comfort your loneliness? Thanks to this north window piano. Cold food is right in the middle of Tang Li's trip. Cold food, homesick tears towel.
The sound book is broken in the sky, and the peach and plum spring rain. Not in the mood to drink, but there is reason to sing.
How many people lost outside his suburbs and went out for an outing. On the banks of the river, Tang and Du Xunhe, holding horses, miss their hometown step by step.
Raise the whip and wave the willow color, and then lose the cicada sound. Long road of autumn crops, about the ancient city of Leng Yun.
The family is poor and rich, and there is no land to return to farming. Farewell to friends in the river, go south to the place where Zhang Qiao in the Tang Dynasty accumulated homesickness, and the world gathered in turmoil.
The shore is long and the group is late, and the lake is wide and sails in autumn. Buy wine over fishermen, divide the lights and fish the boat.
When Xiaoxiang sees a goose, it is advisable to travel alone. Homesickness, as a Tang Buxie and a traveler from the north, has never answered the letter from Yunnan.
If you don't sweep the flowers in front of the court, you will climb the willow outside the door. Selling silver candles after sitting for a long time will lose face.
Hanging in the autumn night, Wan Li shines on the mountains. In winter, Shan Ye is homesick, and the Tang, Zhou and Tian began to be neat, with high clouds and clear colors.
Trees are cold and birds are rare, and monks are rare in the mountains. Collect the snow from the back window of the sun and open the furnace to release the inkstone ice.
I suddenly returned to my old country and wanted to live in Xiling. Yunmeng ancient city sees the ruins of Tang Rongyu's old country in autumn, and wants to visit the ancient city when you board it.
Once people change, thousands of years of water will flow in vain. Dream Zhu Hongsheng night, Jingmen tree color autumn.
When the clouds don't disperse, I look at my homesickness. In addition to staying up all night, Don Hotel's cold light stayed up all night alone, and the guest turned sad.
Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts, and the Ming Dynasty is worried for another year. My hometown Xinghua Tang intends to send flowers and wine to celebrate the opening of the new store, flowers on the left and teacups on the right.
Ask a cuttlefish and a glass of wine. How can an old friend be different? The river village outside homesickness is sad in a foreign land every spring, and Du Qu oriole knows it. Seeing the setting sun on the river bank, it seems that my heart has been torn into pieces of willow leaves.
Looking from a distance, Yuan Zhen in the Tang Dynasty is full of sad winter scenery and harmony, and there are many mangrove temples in one mountain. Zhong Xuan is full of homesick tears, and Zhang Shuidong flows like jade waves.
And Sanxiang poetry Tang Gaoqu Qian Shan Wanshan north and south, Che Xuan who does not miss home. Being alone will make you sad, for fear of hurting peaches and plums.
Homesick Tang Emei Mountain is like oil, pity me not to sail. When the sails leave Gimpo, the songs will flow in unison.
1 Looking up, I found that it was moonlight, and it sank back. I suddenly remembered a stranger from home. Every festive season, I miss my family, and I miss my hometown in March, and the wind and fire continue in March. A word from home is worth a ton of gold. But I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker, and the waves of the river were filled with sad mist. The river brought you a touch of home, dragging your boat for three hundred miles, and the wine turned into sadness, and the tears turned into acacia. 8*** cried at the sight of the bright moon, for my heart, I was sick in all five places, and I hoped that 9 was full of turbid wine, and the tube was strong and the frost was everywhere. Tell me what happened there! .
When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? (Wang Wei's Miscellaneous Poems) 2. Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed. Where do children come from when they meet strangers? "He zhang's" hometown couplet ") 3. The spine of the book is broken, winter returns to winter and spring returns to spring.
The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home. Song Wenzhi "Crossing the Han River") 4. Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water.
Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail. ... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.
I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. (Wang Wan's "The Next Berth on Beibao Mountain") 5. It's only seven days in spring and two years away from home.
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. (Xue Daoheng's Homecoming) 6. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? .
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. (Li Bai's Silent Night Thinking) 7. The sound of Yudi's flight was dark, and the spring breeze filled Los Angeles.
In this nocturne, everyone can't remember the national conditions. (Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night") 8. It has been ten frosts in Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night.
For no reason, I crossed the mulberry river, but I hope that Bing is my hometown. (Liu Zao's Journey to the North) 9. Wanderers listen to drums and autumn geese sing.
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.
However, if there is something wrong with letters in peacetime, what can I expect in wartime? But when it was sunny in spring, farmers didn't have to plow their fields. There is rain in the vernal equinox and rice in the altar.
Clear and sunny, cotton is not worth the price. The Riverside Map on Qingming Festival in Gu Mi is worthless.
The moon is bright, and Gu Mi is Man Cang. There is no moon in Qingming, and Bangtian can't be planted.
It is a good year to have rain in Duanyang. The Mid-Autumn Festival will rain without Koharu.
The first frost was windy and rainy, and the wheat harvest was remarkable. It rained in Da Chun on the fifteenth day of the first month.
It snowed lightly and will be dry in May next year. Birds sing in June, and there is no shortage of mountains.
There are rain valleys in beginning of autumn, but there are no rain valleys in beginning of autumn. It should be dark all around the New Year's Day, and heavy snow is a dry year.
But when it was sunny in spring, it was easy for farmers to plow their fields. I was shocked to hear that Remy was like mud and it rained at the vernal equinox.
The east wind hurts less in long summer. It is a good year to have rain in Duanyang, and it is a good year to hear thunder.
The summer solstice wind blows from the west and boils in the melon and vegetable garden. There are many crops in the grain field when it is hot in the dog days.
The first day is snowy and sunny, and Chongyang in winter is also sunny. It should be dark all around the New Year's Day, and heavy snow is a dry year.
But when it was sunny in spring, it was easy for farmers to plow their fields. I was shocked to hear that Remy was like mud and it rained at the vernal equinox.
The east wind hurts less in long summer. It is a good year to have rain in Duanyang, and it is a good year to hear thunder.
The summer solstice wind blows from the west and boils in the melon and vegetable garden. There are many crops in the grain field when it is hot in the dog days.
The first day is snowy and sunny, and Chongyang in winter is also sunny. There is a hook cloud in the sky, and there will be rain on the ground.
It will rain when the sand rolls down. It's sunny on rainy days, but it's not sunny on the top of the mountain.
If it rains for a long time, it will clear up for a long time, and if it rains for a long time, it will rain for a long time. Thunder rumbles, but the rain is not fierce.
The salt pot is wet. It's going to rain. Butterflies pour water, and then it will rain.
2. Poems describing thoughts If relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other, there is a piece of ice in the jade pot. -Wang Changling "Breaking up with Xin Jian at Furong Inn"
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! -Du Fu's Moonlight Remembering My Brother
It is still the moon and border pass in Qin and Han dynasties, and the enemy has fought a protracted war. -Wang Changling's "Two Embankments"
The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold. -Du Fu's Hope for Spring
I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning. -Li Chi Ngai's operator, I live at the head of the Yangtze River.
Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed. -What's the couplet of two hometowns, the first part?
My feelings for books are like friends for many years, and there will always be sadness or joy in the morning and evening. -Yu Qian "Reading"
Care for no acquaintances, Long song pregnant with Cai Wei. -Wang Ji's Wild Hope
Don't go home when the light is not fading. It must be extremely sad to go home. -Wei Zhuang's "Bodhisattva Man, Everyone Says Jiangnan is Good"
Long and spacious, longing for home. -Zhang Jiuling's "Xijiang Night Walk"
The infinite beauty of the mountains and rivers, tears streaming down her face, who dares to say that the sky is high and broad? I already know the way to another spring, and I am really worried when I think of saying goodbye to my hometown. -Xia Wanchun's "Another Cloud"
I don't know where the bleak reed flute blows and I look at my hometown all night. -Li Yi's "Listening to the flute at night on the wall of the township"
I began to recruit priests in the morning and felt sorry for my hometown. -Wen, "On the Good First Tour"
Sleeping dragons and galloping horses are not generals now. They are dust. Be quiet for a while. Oh, the noise of the world ...-Du Fu's Pavilion Night
Only in front of Jinghu Lake, the spring breeze does not change the waves of the past. -What's "Two Hometown Couplets"
This spring is coming to an end. When will I go home? -Du Fu's Two Poems
My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty. -Gao Shi "Night Shift"
3. The original ancient poem Liu Yuxi's "The First Meeting in Yangzhou to Enjoy Lotte"
The mountains were desolate and silent for twenty-three years.
People come back. Like people in Michelle, I can only play the flute, and I am disappointed.
On one side of the boat, Qian Fan races; At the head of the sick tree, every year is a spring shower.
Today, listen to you sing a song, drink a glass of wine and cheer up.
background information
In the winter of the second year of Tang Jingzong Baoli (AD 826), Liu Yuxi was called back to Luoyang after the strike in the state secretariat, and met Bai Juyi who also returned to Luoyang after the strike in Yangzhou. At a banquet, Bai Juyi gave Liu Yuxi a poem, expressing sympathy for his long-term demotion. Liu read it and wrote a poem in return. The poet expressed his grief and indignation at being relegated and felt the vicissitudes of the world, but he also showed an optimistic spirit of unwilling to sink into the world, full of confidence in the future, and ambition and enthusiasm for re-entering a new life.
4. Poems about thoughts 1. Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers persist, trees and grass turn green again, petals flow down like tears, and lonely birds sing their sorrows after three months of war, but a letter from home is worth a ton of gold.
I stroke my white hair. It has become so thin that it can no longer hold hairpins.
2. The cold light in the hotel stays awake alone.
What makes the guests feel sad?
Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts.
First frost will have another year. Except working at night [Don]
3. A loving mother sings
The thread in the loving mother's hand,
Make clothes for her wayward son.
She sewed it carefully, mended it thoroughly,
Afraid that the delay would make him come home late.
4. The Pennsylvania Guest House has been frosted ten times.
I remember Xianyang day and night.
Change dry mulberry water for no reason,
I hope Bingzhou is my hometown.
A vagrant heard the drums heralding the battle,
A wild goose sings in autumn.
He knew that the dew tonight would be frost,
How bright the moonlight is at home! .
Oh, my brothers, lost and scattered,
What does life without you mean to me? .
But if something goes wrong with peacetime letters,
What can I expect during the war? . (Du Fu: Remembering brothers on a moonlit night)
But how much love does an inch of grass have,
Now, near my village, I meet people, the winner of the third Spring Festival.
I dare not ask a question. (Song Wenzhi, "Crossing the Han River")