1). Jia Dao, a poet in the Tang Dynasty (according to Liu Zao's Poems in Complete Tang Poetry, Volume 472), said: "Guests are frosty and homesick for Xianyang day and night. There is no reason to cross the mulberry dry water, but I hope that Bingzhou will be my hometown. " He said that I have been a guest in Bingzhou for ten years and miss Xianyang near Chang 'an day and night. Now I have crossed the Sanggan River to a farther place, and looking back at Bing, it seems that Bing is also my hometown.
2) Wei Zhuang's "Bodhisattva Man": Everyone says that Jiangnan is good, and tourists can only grow old together if they join the South. The spring water is greener than the sky, and tourists can sleep on the boat listening to the rain. The women selling wine in Jiangnan restaurant are all very beautiful, and their arms exposed when selling wine are as white as snow. Don't go home when the light is not fading. It must be extremely sad to go home.
People who have been to Jiangnan say that the scenery in Jiangnan is infinitely beautiful, and those who travel far from home just want to grow old with Jiangnan. In spring, the river is clearer and clearer than in spring. I lie in the painting boat listening to the rain and fall asleep leisurely.
The girl selling wine by the fireside is like a bright moon, and her white wrist is like frost and snow. Don't go home when you are young. If you go back to your hometown, you will be heartbroken.
3) Meng Haoran's "Leaving Wang Wei": I am slow and reluctant. I have waited, day after day, until now I have to go. Old friend, how sweet the roadside flowers would be if they didn't mean goodbye. The Lord of the kingdom is hard on us? People who have affairs are not our kind. You should just be lonely, and I will close the door of my old garden.
What is there to be nostalgic for such loneliness and boredom? Every day, I go home empty-handed. I want to go back to the mountains to find fragrant flowers, but I cherish friendship and don't want to break up. Now all the people in power are willing to support our generation, and few people in the world want to find a bosom friend. Maybe this kind of life is empty and lonely, so I'd better go home and close the door of my hometown.
2. Poem about my hometown 1, The road to my hometown always comes into my mind when I close my eyes at night, and the road to my hometown with memories is full of joys and sorrows of my childhood.
Sweet and sour. Tears and smiling faces at this moment, whether bitter or sweet, are melodious songs in memory, like a clear spring hometown road carrying me through yesterday. Yesterday, I was ragged and ran with the wind, chasing a smiling spring on a dirt road full of weeds. 2. I am homesick in the rain, and it is raining in Mao Mao. The raindrops falling in the drizzle sky are like the rain that a wanderer keeps missing his hometown. It must have washed away a clean village. In the dreams of the villagers, the wheat waves rolled over a corner of the green trees, braving the smoke and imagining climbing to the top of their hometown. Father sat on the door of the old house, wiped his forehead with the back of his hand and lit a cigarette. Squinting my eyes, I watched the rain dripping on the eaves and merging into a cheerful stream flowing to the green fields. Sitting at the door of my hometown and looking at the rolling clouds in the air, the blue sky of Shuwa is getting deeper and deeper because of more and more clouds. On an apricot tree with a thick bowl in front of the door, a donkey is chewing grass. I don't know which donkey called it out. The donkey also raised its neck and called out a white rabbit. White as snow suddenly jumped up and stopped from me. Several chickens ran out of the grass screaming, and one of them swallowed a bug as soon as its neck was stretched out. A familiar voice made me look at the intersection. Thin mother is driving the pig home. The Song of Homesickness is a melodious and beautiful song of homesickness. The moon always hangs in the middle of the night, and the stars blink. A wisp of Wei Yun was cut off by the breeze. On such a night, I gently sang loveliness with my homesick heart. The beautiful hometown of blue sky, white clouds, green mountains, green water and golden wheat waves must be rolling in again. You see, the corners of the villagers' mouths are smiling again. Tonight, just sleep peacefully, sleep in a dream with your hometown and have a happy dream. When you wake up, maybe my father drove the donkey with a whip and brought some hope. Hometown, the hometown of my poetry, a village lying in a ravine, I want to write a poem praising your hometown with the pen in my hand and the thoughts flowing in my heart. My hometown is in the sky. The rolling back of the mountains is singing in the ravine. The lights in the moonlight sparkle with beans, and the breeze blows up the skirts at night. So I put wings in the dream of the mountain people, fly, fly ... to the glorious hometown ahead. In the dim candlelight, your son knocked on the keyboard with tears in his eyes and arranged the missing sentences into jumping lines. On May 1 day, he went home to pack a bag of homesickness and set foot on a train crawling on the mountain road. Dear hometown, your son is coming to you. How many times have I returned to the wandering dream? Homesickness is like this flying dust, falling all the way to the late-night castle peak in my hometown.
How many times the stream slowly flows back into the dream of the wanderer, homesickness is like this beautiful scenery, with pictures flowing in the poems of the wanderer, and the willows sprout new green all the way. How many times have the flowers recalled the memory of the wanderer? Homesickness is like this touching spring. In the deep eyes of the wanderer looking at his hometown, he led to lingering attachment and went home. The wheel ran over the mountain road in my hometown, so the corner of the vicissitudes of life was hidden in the gap of the leaves. Poetry after waking up at 7 noon, my hometown is used to entertaining wanderers home, but I am no longer used to taking a quiet nap at home.
Wind, birds, chickens and tractors awaken hot money from dreams. The sun shines obliquely on the face through the window grilles, and the spring birds' songs mingle with the children's laughter and echo outside the wooden fence. Look at the spring breeze running in the blue sky. Wei Yun waved snow-white long sleeves to cheer for spring. Green wheat seedlings carpeted the hillside. Poems of hope are rolling in their hometown villages. The children are playing among apricot, pear and peach blossoms. Adults scold children and scare you away from spring.
There is a flock of birds flapping their wings in the rebuke of adults on the old locust tree and flying west to the sun. 8 hometown, hometown, hometown, I was born and raised in my hometown. Every night when I am wandering in a foreign land, my dreams always haunt you. That winding mountain road left every footprint of my growth, witnessed the slow growth of a mountain village teenager, witnessed the waves rolling in the spring breeze along the roadside of a mountain village, just like the villagers' beautiful hopes drifting away from their dreams, the roads and mountains connected with the fields continued to delay to the distance of their dreams, and then disappeared into the sky. The international peak is a loess house lying at the foot of the mountain, looking out from generation to generation. Their faces are engraved with wind and frost, and their childish faces are touched by rough hands covered with calluses. The willows and wisps of smoke around the house are accompanied by the wishes of the villagers. Ran Ran floated into the blue sky, and a few kind screams of cattle and sheep awakened the homesick wanderers in their dreams, and knocked out a few lines of poems on the keyboard, flowing quietly like a river in their hometown. On the other side of the mountain is my hometown. The grass on the mountain dances with the wind, and the pools and fertile fields under the mountain. The fragrance of the green fields is like the pulse of the river in the canyon. In spring, the branches of apricot trees are endless. There are green leaves covering the sky in summer. In cool autumn, the continuous rain can't cool the lover's heart. In winter, there is no trace of snow, but the impulsive feelings of young people can't be buried. On the other side of the mountain, there are endless smoke, endless rivers and endless beautiful scenery in my hometown. Endless comfort always moistens into an idyllic beauty and stays in my memory. The night sky is curved, and the waning moon stares at the lights of thousands of households with tired eyes, and the warmth spills into the night sky through the window. Perhaps only the house in your own home will have lasting warm thoughts. This is a lonely figure. Dream is a missing heart. True feelings come from the heart and love. At this time, the midnight bell has already rung, and a homesick wanderer is looking at the horizon by the faint candlelight. 1 1 The wanderer is homesick and the moonlight is dim. The moon in my hometown is bright in my dream, and the wandering heart is in love with the crescent moon among the stars in my hometown, but my parents are looking forward to his eyes, while my brothers and sisters' affectionate wishes are more like lovers' peach petals. I stand at the top of the night. The kitchen smoke gathered in my hometown, I miss my hometown deeply, but it was broken and sprinkled on my hometown in the moonlight at night12-my hometown, the land on the Loess Plateau, where there was a big crack and a sunken pit. The rolling mountains of my native hometown extend to the end of my vision, steadily like a lying lion, with abrupt peaks day by day.
3. I am anxious about the local plot in the poem "Local Complex" and quote poems to sort out its beautiful scenery. It is Hetian Soap Robe, which used to be colorful everywhere, and seems to have given it a broken well.
Today's weather is very good, which is a pleasure for anyone! Fly to dusk, clouds and green pavilions; Rain and wind shadow, smoke and waves draw boats. What a shame the people of Jinping saw! Appreciation: This is a piece of music from the Peony Pavilion by Tang Xianzu.
Encouraged by Chunxiang, Du Liniang walked out of the boudoir and saw a beautiful new world despite the dissuasion of her parents and teachers. She lamented that her youth was buried in the small yard, which aroused her self-awakening.
There are dissatisfaction with ethics, love for nature and youth, wonder at spring scenery, and sadness about fate. Xie Lingyun's Preface to the Poems of Prince Ye Wei and Zhong You: "The world is beautiful and enjoyable, and the four are difficult to combine."
·Xi①an Yi Xi (1) from Linjiang handed the cup immediately after he got off the horse. The young man could talk wildly. Whose is today's residual red? Luoyang autumn wind, tears recall orchids.
Farewell, the West Building is really like a dream. Why listen to Hu Jia drunk? Heartbroken, only advised to increase meals. Don't feel the same way, so you are at the end of the world.
"A note to a friend in the north on a rainy night" Li Shangyin asked you that the return date was undecided, and the rain rose in the autumn pool in the evening. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.
Appreciation: This poem was written by Li Shangyin in memory of his wife Wang when he was in Bashu. North, an "inside".
What to do: imagine you go home and talk late into the night. Candles burn for a long time, and the wick forms spikes, so the candles are dim and must be cut off with candle scissors.
When, when. But, go back.
The news that I am far away from my hometown in Crossing the Han River, Song, after winter, spring is repeated. The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home. "
Appreciation: This poem was written by the author when he fled from Longzhou (now Luoding County, Guangdong Province) to Luoyang and passed through Hanshui River (Xianghe River in the middle reaches of Hanshui River). The demoted people have not communicated with their families for many years and miss their families day and night; He also knows that his family missed him deeply during this period.
On the way home, he wants to go home early, meet a fellow villager and get to know the situation at home first. This is human nature. But the poet said, "Now, come near my village and meet people", and the phrase "timidity" reflected the author's complex ambivalence.
He is afraid of hearing some bad news, but who knows something about his family? This is human nature. He is afraid of hearing some bad news, and who knows what unfortunate things will happen at home during this time.
So it is "I dare not ask a question." This is the mood of Song Dynasty, and it also represents the mood of many people who have been away from home for many years. This complex psychological activity can only be expressed in twenty words, and it is a well-known work.
"crossing sanggan" liuzao guest house and dozens of frost in the state, recalling Xianyang day and night; There is no end to crossing the mulberry dry water, but Wanghezhou is my hometown. Appreciation: This is a poem written by Liu Zao, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, on his way back to his hometown of Xianyang after living in Bingzhou for ten years.
The first two sentences are about the feeling of being a guest for a long time. The author lived in Bingzhou for ten years, which is a long time. Homesickness accumulated over time is hard enough for a stranger in a foreign land. Missing Xianyang Day and Night profoundly shows the author's melancholy mood of homesickness day and night.
However, fate seems to be against the poet. Instead of returning to Xianyang, he embarked on a more distant journey. The last two sentences go on to write the feelings after crossing the Sanggan River in the north.
Wandering sons, the thread in the hands of kind mother Meng Jiao, make clothes for her wayward son. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? Appreciation: In the depths of the ocean, a maternal love with heavy meaning only takes more than 30 words. The first sentence is "affectionate and straightforward", the second sentence is unique and vivid "picture description", and the third sentence is metaphor, which makes you feel the warmth and massiness of maternal love.
From the perspectives of hearing, vision and touch, it can be said that a word is precious, and it is difficult for ordinary people to express maternal love in simple and simple words so vividly and meticulously. "Bodhisattva Man" Wei Zhuang people all say that Jiangnan is good, and tourists only enter the old river in the south of the Yangtze River, and the spring water is as blue as the sky, painting boats and listening to the rain.
The women selling wine in Jiangnan restaurant are all very beautiful, and their arms exposed when selling wine are as white as snow. Don't go home when the light is not fading. It must be extremely sad to go home.
Appreciation: There are only two sentences in this word, but it draws the biggest feature of Jiangnan water town with freehand brushwork, leaving great imagination space for readers. Writing the beauty of Jiangnan people only focuses on the beautiful wrists of frontier women, and the beauty of "like the moon" leaves readers with great imagination.
At first, it was more convincing to describe it with the side of "everyone said". Generally, vagrants always feel homesick, and the end of the word subtly echoes the beginning, which is used to be anti-traditional, saying that tourists and guests are not in contact with each other here, otherwise it is regrettable, playful and innovative.
Farewell to Wang Haoran was slow and reluctant. I waited day after day, and now I have to go. Old friend, how sweet the roadside flowers would be if they didn't mean goodbye.
The lords of the kingdom are very hard on us, and the people who handle affairs are not our own kind. You should just be lonely, and I will close the door of my old garden.
Appreciation: This poem should be a work when the author is not in Chang 'an, telling grievances. The first couplet directly says that it is self-returning.
Zhuan Xu wrote "Farewell" and the necktie explained the reason for returning home ── but since there are not many bosom friends, you don't have to go at this time, but how long will you stay? Throughout the poem, there are complaints after setbacks.
Language is plain and simple, close to spoken language, does not pay attention to duality, let nature take its course. "Riches don't return to their hometown, like clothes embroidered at night, who knows!" Appreciation: After the Hongmen banquet, Xiang Yu led his troops to kill Xianyang in the west, killed Qin, surrendered and burned Qin's palace. Before the fire went out in March, he went to the east with his goods and treasures.
At this time, someone said to Xiang Yu, "Guanzhong is cut off by mountains and rivers, and the land is rich and fertile, but everyone thinks it is hegemony." ("Biography of Xiang Yu") But Xiang Yu saw that Qin Gong was burned and was eager to return to the east, so he said, "Wealth does not return to his hometown, like clothes embroidered at night, who knows!" (Biography of Xiang Yu) The man said, "People say that Chu people bathe monkeys and crown their ears. Sure enough. "
(Biography of Xiang Yu) Wang Xiang was furious and boiled it to death. Why didn't Li He, one of the heroes in Nanyuan, take Wu Gou and accept fifty states in Guanshan?
Please go to see the paintings of the founder heroes with pictures. Another scholar was once called the aristocrat of a million families? Appreciation: Thirteen Poems in the South Garden is Li He's miscellaneous poems during his pastoral life. This poem is the fifth of them, which reflects the author's ambition to give up literature and become a warrior to serve the country. Nanyuan, the former residence of Li and Fuchang.
Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past. Birds in cages miss the Woods where they once lived, and fish in ponds miss the deep water where they once lived.
[Appreciation]: This is Tao Yuanming's Return to the Garden.
4. The poet who describes his hometown is Han Mei in Wang Wei's Miscellaneous Poems. "Before going to bed tomorrow, will he open his first cold flower?" .
Home is the bright moon in Li Bai's "Thinking of a Quiet Night", "Looking up, I found it was moonlight, and then looking back, I suddenly thought of home".
Home is the nine ileum of Ma Zhiyuan's "Qiu Si" in which "when the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world".
Home is, but I look towards home, the twilight is getting deeper and deeper, and the river waves of the Yellow Crane Tower in Cui Hao are covered with a sad mist. A wisp of melancholy.
Home is Li Bai's "Smelling Flutes in Luoyang City on a Spring Night". "The rest of the flutes fly in the dark, scattered in the spring breeze and full of Luo". That sultry nocturne.
Home is the nocturne of "Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell goes to the passenger ship" in Zhang Ji's a night-mooring near maple bridge.
Home is Wang Anshi's "Dengguazhou", "Spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan, when will the bright moon shine on me?"
Home is a note written by Li Shangyin to a friend in the north on a rainy night. * * * Cut the candle at the west window, it's time to say it's raining late.
5. Poems about hometown: When the moon rises from the sea, the horizon is * * * (Zhang Jiuling), "I miss my relatives at every festival" (Wang Wei), "Looking up, I found it was moonlight, and then sinking back, I suddenly thought of home" (Li Bai), "He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight at home is!" (Du Fu) "When will the bright moon shine on me when the spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan" (Wang Anshi) "At that time, the bright moon was there, and I did.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. The loving mother recited the thread in her hand and made clothes for her wayward son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
Every tree in Hanyang of the Yellow Crane Tower becomes clear in the water, and Nautilus Island is a nest of herbs. But I looked at my hometown, and the twilight was getting thicker, and the mist of sadness was filled on the river waves.
Poems of missing 1. It's ringing, ask for its friendly voice -> 2. Give me a peach and a plum -> 3. Give me a papaya and give it back to Joan. Since we know each other, why do we have to be blind? -Han Yuefu folk songs > 5. Wan Li is near-the Three Kingdoms. Cao Wei Zhi > 6. However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven will remain our neighbor-Don Wang Bo > 7. Not far from knowing each other, Wan Li is still a neighbor-Don Zhang Jiuling > 8. Young people are willing to learn new things, but they are old friends when they are dying-Don Han Yu > 9. Friendship with Wen Chang and Neighboring with Germany-Tang Zuyong > 10. We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? -Tang Bai Juyi > 1 1. Make friends at the end of life, not for ups and downs-Tang Helan enters the Ming Dynasty > 12. There is no distinction between young and old in life, so why should we tune together first? -Tang Du Fu >; 13. Friends who paint must be light, and mountains are like paper, but they don't like peace —— Qing Weng Zhao "The sea rises from the moon, and at this time the horizon is * * *" (Zhang Jiuling), "I miss my relatives twice during the festive season" (Wang Wei), "Looking up, I found that the moonlight sank back, and I suddenly thought of home" (Li Bai) "He knew that the dew would frost tonight. (Du Fu) "Jiang Nanan Spring Breeze is Green, When Will the Moon Shine on Me" (Wang Anshi) "At that time, the moon was there, and I used to return as a colorful cloud" (Wang Anshi) When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance.
I don't know about palaces in the sky. What year is tonight? I want to go home in the wind, but I'm afraid I'll be too high to stand the cold. Dance to see what the shadow on the earth looks like.
The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past.
I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
6. Poetry expressing local feelings 1. In the past, I was gone, and the willows were reluctant; Today, I think it's raining-<&; lt； Book of Songs. Xiaoya. Caiwei >>
2. Mourning can make you cry, and looking far away can make you return to China-Han Yuefu folk songs & gt
3. Humayi went north and crossed the south branch of the Bird's Nest-Nineteen Ancient Poems by Han>
4. But how much love does an inch of grass get?-Tang Mengjiao & gt
Now, approaching my village and meeting people, I dare not ask a question-Tang Song Wen Zhi>
You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! When you passed my window, was the plum blossom Han Mei's flower? -Tang Wang Wei>
7. The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is it frosty already? Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank again, and I suddenly remembered home-Don Li Bai>
8. Where is your hometown? Forget, unless you are drunk-Song Li Qingzhao & gt
9. Miss your relatives more during the festive season-Tang Wangwei
10. I am looking forward to the moon tonight. I wonder who Qiu Si will fall into-Tang Wangjian & gt
1 1. People are getting unfamiliar with the local accent, but they hate the sound of singing birds like an old mountain-Downs Contu < & Five books >>
12. Only the lake is reflected in front of the door, and the spring breeze does not change the old waves-Tang He Zhang Zhi < & Two hometown couplets >>
13. Teenagers leave home, old people return, and the local accent remains unchanged. -Don Ho Cheung Chi. lt； Hometown book >>
14. He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! -Tang Du Fu
15. Sadness is more than sadness. Parting-Warring States Period. Chu Quyuan & gt
16. The day of parting is far away, but the day of clothing is slow-Korea. & gt
17. Think before flowers after the wild goose falls-Sui Xue Daoheng & gt
18. Stay away from hatred like grass in spring. Can go further and live-Li Yu of Southern Tang Dynasty & gt
19. If you keep cutting, the reason is still chaotic, which means leaving sadness. Especially the general taste is in your heart-Li Yu>
20. It is easier to see when you are away, and the water is gone in spring. Is heaven and earth-Li Yu>
2 1. It's hard for friends to meet each other, such as the star of the morning and evening-Don Du Fu>
22. I advise you to drink one more glass of wine and travel to the west for no reason-Tang Wangwei & gt
23. Mochow has no bosom friend in the road ahead, and there is no bosom friend in the world-Tang Gaoshi
24. The Peach Blossom Lake is deeper in thousands of feet than in Wang Lun-Li Bai>
25. We met for the last time in the flowers. In the flowers where we parted, it has been blooming for one year today-Don Wei Wu Ying.
26. I've known her for a long time, and I've been apart for a long time. The east wind rises and flowers fall-Tang Li Shangyin & gt
27. Candles have a heart to say goodbye and cry for others until dawn. -Don Mutu & gt
28. If there is no north-south road outside the door, people should avoid sad parting-Don Mutu & gt
29. Peach, plum, spring breeze, a glass of wine, a lamp for ten years. -Huang Song, Ting Jian & gt
30. Alone at the bottom of the river, the moonlight is like water. Where are the people who came to see the moon together? The scenery is vaguely like last year-Tang & gt
3 1. There should be no hate. When will it grow into a circle? -history & gt
32. I wish people a long time and take Wan Li Road. -history & gt
7. Poems about hometown are rising in the sea and rising in the moon, and the horizon at this time is * * * "(Zhang Jiuling),
"I miss my relatives twice during the festive season" (Wang Wei),
"Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank again, and I suddenly remembered home" (Li Bai).
"He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home!" Du Fu,
"Spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan, when will the bright moon shine on me" (Wang Anshi),
"At that time, the bright moon was like a colorful cloud" (Yan)
Thoughts in the dead of night
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly,
Is there frost already? ,
Looking up, I found it was moonlight.
Looking down, I feel nostalgic.
Wang Wei-thinking of my Shandong brother on vacation in the mountains.
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.
Ci Yin Mu
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.
But how much love does an inch of grass have,
Make three spring scenery.
Yellow Crane Tower
Every tree in Hanyang becomes clear in the water.
Parrot Island is a nest of sweet grass.
But I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker.
The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy.
Poems of missing
1. It's ringing, asking for its friendly voice->
2. Give me a peach and a plum->
Give me a papaya and give it back to Joan. -& gt；
4. Since we know each other, why do we have to meet each other? -Han Yuefu folk songs & gt
5. Wan Li is near-the Three Kingdoms. Cao Weizhi & gt
However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven will still be our neighbor-Don Wang Bo.
7. Not far from knowing each other, Wan Li is still a neighbor-Don Zhang Jiuling & gt
8. Young people learn new things when they are happy, but when they are old, they will miss their old friends-Don Hanyu & gt
9. Be friends with Wen Chang and neighbors with Germany-Tang Zuyong & gt
10. We were all unhappy until the end of the day when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? -Tang Bai Juyi & gt
1 1. Making friends in life is at the end, not for ups and downs-Tang Helan enters the Ming Dynasty & gt
12. There is no distinction between young and old in life, so why do you want to be homophony first? -Tang Du Fu>
13. Painting friends must be light, mountains like paper don't like peace-Green Weng Zhao & gt
"When the sea rises and the moon rises, the horizon is * * *" (Zhang Jiuling),
"I miss my relatives twice during the festive season" (Wang Wei),
"Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank again, and I suddenly remembered home" (Li Bai).
"He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home!" Du Fu,
"Spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan, when will the bright moon shine on me" (Wang Anshi),
"At that time, the bright moon was like a colorful cloud" (Yan)
Prelude to water melody
Chen Bing Mid-Autumn Festival, happily drank the next morning, drunk, wrote this word, and missed my brother Su Zhe.
When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know about palaces in the sky. What year is tonight? I want to go home in the wind, but I'm afraid I'll be too high to stand the cold. Dance to see what the shadow on the earth looks like.
The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.