Don Liu Changqing?
The setting sun is far away, the weather is cold and the house is poor.
Chai Men heard dogs barking and went home on a snowy night.
When dusk falls on the mountain, it feels more and more distant. When the weather is colder, the thatched cottage looks more lonely. There was a sudden barking outside Chai Men. It turns out that someone braved the heavy snow to go home.
Second, "quatrains"
Tang Dufu?
"Two orioles sing green willows, and egrets cover the sky."
My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.
Two orioles are singing among the green willows, and a line of egrets is flying straight into the blue sky. Sitting by the window, you can see the Millennium snow in Xiling, and ships from Dongwu, thousands of miles away, are parked in front of the door.
Third, in Chuzhou, Xixi.
Don Wei Wu Ying?
Alone, grass grows by the stream, and orioles sing on the trees.
The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.
I only like the weeds that grow in the valley by the stream, and the orioles that sing softly in the depths of the Woods. In the evening, the spring tide rises, the spring rain falls, and the Xijiang River is fast-flowing. There is no one at the desert ferry, only a flat boat swims across the water.
Fourth, "Lonely Goose"?
Tang Dufu?
A lone goose doesn't want to drink water, refuses to eat, just flies low and longs for its companion.
The geese disappear in the sea of clouds, who will pity the geese in the sky?
Looking at the horizon, I seem to see the figure of my companion; The voice in the valley seems to hear the voice of the companion.
Wild birds don't understand the lonely goose's heart, but make noise for their own voice.
Lonely geese who stray from the group don't drink water or peck, and their flying calls are full of thoughts about their companions. The geese disappeared in the sea of clouds. Who will pity the lonely geese in the sky? Lonely geese look at the horizon, as if vaguely seeing their partners in front; I kept moaning, as if I heard my companion's call more and more. The wild crow doesn't understand the lonely goose's mind at all, only cares about his own noise.
Verb (abbreviation for verb) Yan Wen
Don Wei Wu Ying?
Where is my hometown? It is leisurely to think about it.
Autumn night in Huainan, the high house smells wild geese coming.
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.