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.
Bai Juyi's Night Thoughts on the Winter Solstice in Handan
Every winter solstice, I am accompanied by the shadow in front of the knee lamp.
If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers.
Wei's Send Cold Food to Brothers
Fire and cold are forbidden in the rain, and warblers sit alone on the river and listen.
Think of wine and flowers as brothers. Ling Du is a cold herbivore.
The Wild Goose by Ye Luo, a Poet in Late Tang Dynasty
At dusk, new geese rise in Tingzhou, and autumn blooms.
I miss my hometown tonight, and several people know each other in Jianglou.
Li Shangyin's Short Message to Friends in the North on a Rainy Night
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi.
When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.