The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
Autumn night Tang Wangwei
At the beginning of the month, the moon rises, the autumn tea is thin, and the thin silk gown does not change clothes.
The long night is full of affectionate silver, guarding the empty room with fear and jealousy, and can't bear to sleep.
Midnight Qiu Ge Tang Libai
There is moonlight in Chang 'an, and all the families in Yi Dao are there.
The autumn wind blew Yi Dao's voice, and every household remembered the people guarding the border.
When will the border war be settled and when will my husband end his expedition?
Qiudeng Xuancheng Xie Tiao North Building Tang Libai
In the picturesque river, the mountains and rivers are beautiful and the sky is clear. The rain caught the mirror and the rainbow fell on the double bridge.
Orange forest pomelo is set off in the cold smoke of kitchen smoke; Autumn is boundless, and the phoenix tree has become old. Besides me, who will think of the North Tower and welcome the autumn wind, Miss Xie?
"Jiande Night Sleeping" Tang Meng Haoran
Stop the boat in a foggy small state, when new worries come to the guest's heart. The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon.
On Zhang's Autumn Climbing to Country-specific Mountains.
Facing the white Yun Qi Fu Feifei on the mountain ridge, I can enjoy myself as a hermit. Now, when I climb this mountain to see you, my heart flies high with the geese.
Sadness is often the mood of dusk, and the mood is often the atmosphere of autumn. Tourists come to the village on the mountain, walk across the beach, sit at the ferry and have a rest.
The forest in the distance is like a shepherd's purse, overlooking the river bank like a crescent moon. I hope you will pick me up, bring a basket of wine and get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival.
Tang Du Mu in Autumn Night
In the autumn night, candlelight reflected the screen, and Fan slapped the fireflies with his hand.
Day and night are as cool as water. Sit and watch the morning glory and Vega.
Du Fu in Gordon Tang Dynasty
The wind is fast and high, the ape cries sadly, and the birds are circling in the white sand.
The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably.
Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness.
After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged.
Farewell to Cambridge (Xu Zhimo)
I left quietly, just as I came gently;
I waved my hand gently and bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky.
The golden willow by the river is the bride in the sunset;
Beautiful shadows in the waves ripple in my heart.
Green grass on the soft mud, oily, swaying at the bottom of the water;
In the gentle waves of He Kanghe, I would like to be an aquatic plant!
The pool under the shade of the elm tree is not a clear spring.
It is the rainbow in the sky that is crushed in the floating seaweed, precipitating a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for dreams? Support a long pole and swim back to a greener place on the grass.
Full of starlight, singing in the splendor of starlight.
But I can't play the piano, just a farewell flute;
Summer insects are also silent for me. Silence is Cambridge tonight.
I left quietly, just as I came quietly;
I waved my sleeve without taking away a cloud.
"Yongmei" (Mao Zedong 196 1 year1February read Lu You's Yongmei Ci, and used it against his will).
Wind and rain send spring back, and snow sends spring back. It is already a cliff with 100 feet of ice and beautiful flowers.
Joe does not fight for spring, but only reports it until it blooms and laughs among the flowers.
Author of Homesickness; Yu Guangzhong
In childhood
Homesickness is a small stamp.
I'm at this end
Mom is over there.
When I grow up
Homesickness is a narrow ticket.
I'm at this end
The bride is over there.
We'll talk about it later.
Homesickness is a low grave.
I am outside
Mom's inside.
But now
Homesickness is a shallow strait.
I'm at this end
The mainland is over there
Homesickness: Xi Murong
The song of my hometown is a flute in Qingyuan.
It always rings with the moon at night.
The face of my hometown is a vague disappointment.
Like waves in the fog
After separation
Homesickness is a tree without rings.
Never grow old.
I love this land, Ai Qing.
If I were a bird,
I should also sing with a hoarse throat:
This land hit by the storm,
This river of sadness and anger will surge forever,
This endless wind,
And the gentle dawn from the forest ...
And then I died,
Even feathers rot in the ground.
Why do I often cry?
Because I love this land deeply. ...
Wen Yiduo of stagnant water
This is a backwater of despair,
The breeze doesn't move at all.
Why don't you have some rubbish,
Throw out your leftovers.
Maybe copper will turn green into jade,
A few rusty peach petals on the tin can;
Let greasy weave a layer of Luo Qi,
Mold steamed some clouds for him.
Let stagnant water ferment a ditch of green wine,
Full of pearl foam;
Little Pearl smiled and became a big one.
I was bitten by a flower mosquito who stole wine again.
A desperate backwater ditch,
And a little image.
If frogs can't stand loneliness,
Dead water again. It is singing.
This is a backwater of despair,
This is definitely not the beauty,
Why don't we leave it to ugliness to cultivate,
Look at the world he created.
Go to the oak tree pavilion
If I love you-
Unlike climbing Campbell,
Show off with your tall branches:
If I love you-
Never imitate spoony birds,
Repeat monotonous songs for the shade;
It is not just like a fountain,
Send cool comfort all year round;
It is not just like a dangerous peak, it increases your height and sets off your dignity.
Even during the day.
Even spring rain.
No, these are not enough!
I must be a kapok beside you,
Standing with you as the image of a tree.
Roots, close to the ground,
Leaves, touching in the clouds.
Every time a gust of wind blows,
We all greet each other,
But no one
Understand what we said.
You have your copper branches and iron stems,
Like a knife, like a sword,
Like halberds,
I have my red flowers,
Like a heavy sigh,
Like a heroic torch,
We share cold waves, storms and lightning;
We enjoy the fog, the rainbow,
As if we were separated forever,
But they depend on each other all their lives,
This is great love,
Loyalty is here:
Not only love your strong body,
I also love your stand and the land under your feet.