Wang Anshi (Northern Song Dynasty)
Jingkou and Guazhou are just separated by a water, and Zhongshan has only a few heavy green mountains.
The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home?
homesickness
[Song] Li Gou
People say that the place where the sun sets is the horizon. I try to look at the horizon, but I can't see my home.
Castle Peak is being influenced by Castle Peak, which covers my sight. Twilight, Castle Peak.
Prelude to Water Melody
[Song] Su Shi
Chen Bing drank a lot in the Mid-Autumn Festival, got drunk and wrote this article, and got pregnant.
When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance.
I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time.
I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade.
Dance to find out what shadows look like on the earth.
The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self.
There should be no hate, and nothing can be done.
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.
Su Shi misses his hometown and has similar feelings.
On the night of Lantern Festival, by the river, the bright moon shines brightly on beautiful people. At the bottom of the account, blowing sheng spits musk deer and follows the horse without dust.
Lonely mountain people are old! Playing drums and flute, new to the farming and mulberry society. The cold light of the fire reveals thin frost, and the wild clouds fall.
Su Shi, looking at Jiangnan, surpassed Taiwan Province's works.
Spring is not old, the wind is fine and the willows are oblique. Try to see it on the detached stage, half the city is full of flowers. Fog and rain darken thousands of people.
After a cold meal, I woke up but felt uncomfortable. Don't miss the old country for the old friend, try new tea with new fire. Poetry and wine use time.
Li Qingzhao, happy forever.
The setting sun melts gold, and the clouds merge. Where are people? Dye willow smoke and play plum blossom flute. What do you know about spring? Lantern Festival, the fusion of weather, is there no wind and rain? Come and meet each other, enjoy the BMW and thank the wine friends for their poems.
Zhongzhou is in its prime, and the boudoir is full of leisure. Remember points three to five. Pave the green crown, twist the golden snow willow, cluster and fight for Chu. Now haggard, windy and foggy, afraid to go out at night. Might as well go under the curtain and listen to people laugh.
Jie Jiang's "A plum, a boat crossing the Wujiang River"
A piece of spring worries about wine. The boat on the river rocked and the curtain moved upstairs. Du Qiuniang and Tainiang Bridge. The wind is floating and the rain is falling.
When will you go home to wash the guest robes? The silver word is the tone, and the heart word is the fragrance. Time can easily throw people away. Cherry is red and banana is green.
Liu Yong was born in Ganzhou.
Facing the rain from the sky, a piece of washed autumn scenery on the river is particularly cold. The bleak frost wind is tight, the river surface of the mountains and rivers is deserted, and the setting sun shines on the tall buildings. Red flowers wither everywhere, and all the beautiful scenery gradually disappears. Only the gushing water of the Yangtze river flows eastward without sound.
Without the heart to climb the distance and overlook the distant home, it is difficult to gather the desire to go home. Sighing where these years have gone, why do you have to stay in a strange land for a long time? If you want a beautiful woman to look at the building, you will miss it a few times and return to the boat. Try to know me, lean on the dry place, carefree.
The Pride of Fisherman Fan Zhongyan
The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang Goose is unknown. The four sides are connected with each other. Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes.
A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan didn't return to his home, and frost grew all over the place. People don't sleep, and the general has white hair and tears.