A glass of turbid wine is Wan's home, and he hasn't returned to his home yet.
Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin. -Du Fu's Hope for Spring
Wang Yitai Bai Juyi
Jing' an mansion, facing the willow in front of the window every day, is far away at this moment; At the station, the spring is fading and flowers are everywhere.
Two beautiful springs, on the same day; At this time, family members miss their relatives outside, and people outside miss their families.
Bai Juyi is homesick from winter to day in Handan.
Every winter solstice, I am accompanied by the shadow in front of the knee lamp.
If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers.
Nanpu Bie Bai Juyi
In Nanpu's bleak drudgery, the autumn wind is bleak.
At the sight of heartbroken, I dare not look back.
In the mountains.
Bo Wang
The sorrow of the Yangtze River has stagnated, and Wan Li's thoughts will return.
The night is high and windy, and the mountains fly.
Think of my brothers on a moonlit night.
Du Fu
The drums of the defenders cut off people's communication, and a lonely goose was singing in autumn in the frontier. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
. Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.
Du Fu in Moonlit Night
Tonight in Chenzhou, I watched it alone from the window of her room. For our boys and girls, poor little babies, they are too young to know where the capital is.
Her cloudy hair is misty, and her jade-white shoulders are cold on the moon. When can we lie on our screen again and look at the bright light without more tears? ?
Yangtze-Hanshui river basin
Du Fu
I am wandering in Jianghan belt, and I miss my homeland and can't return. In the vast world, I am just a pedantic old Confucian. The sky is far away, and the moon is always lonely.
The heart of the setting sun is still strong, and the autumn wind is sick. Since ancient times, the old horse has not spent its physical strength because of its wisdom. Therefore, although I am old and sicker, I can still do it.
Endless desire
Lipper
Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang 'an.
Autumn insects are singing by the golden well, and the frost is shining on my mat like a small mirror. High light flashing; My desire is getting deeper and deeper. I lift the curtain, sigh and stare at the moon.
Lonely as a flower, rising from the clouds. There is a clear sky in the world. Below, I see the green and agitation of water. The sky is high and the land is wide; My sadness flies painfully between them. Can I dream of crossing the mountain gate? . Sauvignon Blanc destroys the heart and soul.
Wang Anshi went to Guazhou.
Jingkou and Guazhou are just separated by a water, and Zhongshan has only a few heavy green mountains.
Jiang Nanan spring breeze is green, when will the bright moon shine on me?
Song Wenzhi, "Climbing the High and Easy Building"
Xiaoyao upstairs looks at Xiangguan, green water and clear clouds, and goes to Hengyang for two thousand miles in the north. He doesn't return the book because of wild goose feet.
Yuan Kai, staying overnight.
Leaves rustle, the river is long, and the way home is endless. The new goose rains at night, and pedestrians are constantly intestines.