Mountain is a journey, and water is a journey.
Walking outside the customs, there are thousands of lights at night.
Once the wind changes, so does the snow.
I never dreamed of breaking my hometown, so there is no such sound in my hometown.
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.
Dusangganjia avenue
It has been ten frost 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.
See the mountains with master Hao Chu and send them to Liu Zongyuan, a close friend in Beijing.
The sharp mountain by the sea is like a sword, and Qiu Lai cuts his heart everywhere. If you want to become hundreds of billions, you should go to the top to see your hometown.
Qiu Si Zhangji
The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city, and my wandering son doesn't know how his relatives in his hometown are; Writing a letter to peace has too much to say and I don't know where to start. I can't tell you how hurried I am. Pedestrians are pouring in, Kaifeng.
Thinking about Li Bai at night
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
Li Yu of Sauvignon Blanc
One heavy mountain, two heavy mountains, the mountains are far away, the sky is high and the smoke is cold, and the acacia maple leaves are Dan. Flowers bloom, flowers are not complete, geese fly high, but they don't come back.
Du Fu in Spring
Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers still exist, trees and grass turn green again in spring, petals flow down like tears, and lonely birds sing their sorrows.
The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold. Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.
Go back to your hometown and write to him.
The young man left home, and the old man returned to his local accent without changing his sideburns.
Where do children come from when they meet strangers?
Cui Hao Changgan District
"Tell me, where do you live? ? Is it near here, a fishing pond? " . Let's catch our boat together and see if we belong to the same town. ..
My home is near Jiujiang, often near Jiujiang. You and me, we were both born in Chang Gan, you and me! It's a pity that we have never met. "
Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my brother Wang Wei in Shandong.
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.