Yan Wen
What about Wei? Tang dynasty
Where is my hometown? It is leisurely to think about it.
Autumn night in Huainan, the high house smells wild geese coming.
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My hometown is far away and vague. I have no idea where it is. The idea of going home is endless.
In the long night of autumn rain in Huainan, I sat alone in the study in the building, listening to the geese from the north.
The third song in the fortress
Lu Lun [Tang Dynasty]
That night, the black geese flew very high, and Khan quietly escaped during the night.
I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives.
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In this unusually dark night, the enemy sneaked away.
The general found that the enemy had absconded and wanted to lead the light cavalry in pursuit. Just as he was about to start, a heavy snow swept him and he suddenly bowed his head.
The knife was covered with snowflakes.
Songye goose
Qian Qi? Tang dynasty
It's clear in autumn in Wan Li, and you are alone in the south.
The wind turns to frost and cold, and the clouds open to see the moon.
If you don't dare to go to the wing, the shadow will disappear.
Looking at the sky, homesickness is everywhere.
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Autumn is bleak, the sky is Wan Li, bright and clean; There is a sad cry in the sky, and a group of lonely geese are flying to the south.
Autumn wind rustling, first frost rolling, freezing; The wind swept away the clouds, and the clouds opened to see the moon, which surprised the geese.
The journey is so far, I'm really worried that the wings of the geese will be broken; Although you can't see the shadow of the wild goose, you can still vaguely hear its voice.
Looking at the sky outside, I can't see the geese, but my heart is quite melancholy, and homesickness can't help but arise.
Poems of lonely geese flying at night
Xiaogang? Southern and Northern Dynasties
It's freezing in the white night, the stars are sparse, and the geese hiss where to go?
It is better to never fly alone than to know that you have to give up halfway.
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The sky is crisp, the moonlight is like frost, the milky way is also glowing with white light, and a few sparse stars are shining with faint starlight. Suddenly there was a sad goose.
The cry pierced the night sky. This is a lonely goose looking for a mate.
If I had known we would split up halfway, why didn't I fly alone from the beginning?