[Author] Li Shangyin
[Full text] Jun asked that the return date was undecided, and the rain rose in the autumn pool in the evening.
When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.
Don Kong Shaoan
"Fallen Leaves" started the leaves in early autumn and fell like a guest. If you don't want to go down, you will still remember the forest.
Tangsong wenzhi
The article entitled "Dayuling Beiyou" said that the geese flying south turned back here this month. I wonder, will my own trip to the south be turned back? ?
The tide receded, the river rippled quietly, the forest was dark and malaria was scattered. But tomorrow morning, over this mountain, you should meet Ling Toumei.
Tang Wangwei's Mountain Holiday Missing Shandong Brothers
I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
Tang Libai
Silent night thinking, so bright light at the foot of my bed, may there be frost already? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
Tang Libai
The bright moon in Guan Shanyue rises from the mountain of heaven, in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds. The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass.
At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai. This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive.
The garrison soldier looked at the remote border town, and his hometown could not help but look sad. The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away.
Tang Gao Shi's Night Walk
The cold light in the hotel stayed alone and didn't sleep, and the guest turned sad. My hometown is a thousand miles away tonight, and first frost will be next year.
Don duff
Fortunately, fireflies dare to fly near the sun because of rotten grass. You can order guest clothes when you are not near the book.
The curtain was blown small by the wind, and Dai Yu looked at Lin Wei. The frost is heavy in October, and it drifts irregularly.
Don duff
On the moonlit night, I remember my brothers guarding drums and breaking pedestrians, and the wild geese calling in the early autumn. 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. However, if a peacetime letter goes wrong, there is no truce.
Tang Dai Shulun's "Governing Sichuan Landscape"
Mao Ting in Matsushita is cool in May, and the Tingshayun tree is pale in the evening. On the road, endless homesickness rises, and green mountains and green waters seem to be their hometown.
Don Yili's "Sailing"
Liu Hua flew into the boat and lay down to attract Ling Hua to believe Biliu. It is said that the scenery is all over the Yangtze River and the weather is fine.
On Tang's "Watching the Elephant Wall Cry at Night"
The sand in front of Lefeng is as white as snow, and the moonlight outside the city is like autumn frost. I don't know where the bleak reed flute blows and I look at my hometown all night.
Qiu Si by Tang Zhangji
The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city, and my wandering son doesn't know how his relatives in his hometown are; Writing a letter to peace has too much to say and I don't know where to start. When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him.
Wang Song Anshi is boating in Guazhou.
Guazhou in Jingkou is separated by several mountains. Jiang Nanan spring breeze is green, when will the bright moon shine on me?
Yi Jian Meizhou Guo Wujiang
Jiang Jie is in a state of spring anxiety.
The boat on the river rocked and the curtain moved upstairs.
Du Qiuniang and Tainiang Bridge,
The wind is blowing and the rain is rustling.
When will you go home and wash your robe?
The silver word is the tone, and the heart word is the fragrance.
Streams can easily throw people away, turn cherries red and plantains green.
2. What are the poems about returning home? 1, Yellow Crane Tower bid farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou.
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou in this beautiful spring filled with catkins and flowers.
My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon. (Pass only: Only)
Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou on this catkin-like, flowery March spring day.
The lonely sail shadow of my friend faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing a line of the Yangtze River, heading for the distant sky.
2, Yulin Ridge, chilling and wailing
Song Dynasty: Liu Yong
The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped. Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog.
After autumn, cicadas cry quickly and sadly. Facing the pavilion, it was at night and a sudden rain had just stopped.
Outside Kyoto, farewell dinner, but no mood to drink. When I was reluctant to go, the people on board had already urged me to start.
Holding hands, looking at each other, my eyes were full of tears, and I couldn't speak until the end, and I couldn't say a thousand words in my throat.
Thinking about going back to the south, this journey is another journey. Thousands of miles away, there is a wave of smoke and the dark night sky is endless.
3. Xiao Jingci Temple sent Lin Zifang.
Song Dynasty: Yang Wanli
It is the scenery of the West Lake in June, which is really different from other seasons.
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
What is the scenery of the West Lake in June? The scenery is really different from other seasons.
Lotus leaves will never be seen in the sky, and lotus flowers are particularly bright and red in the sun.
4. Help yourself.
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Lanling wine tulips, jade bowls filled with amber light.
But I got the host drunk and didn't know where it was.
Lanling wine is full of fragrance, just like Yujin wine.
Xing lai is full of jade bowls, and amber light is crystal clear and charming.
If the host provides such good wine, he will certainly take away guests from other places.
How can we tell where home is?
5. Mid-Autumn Moon in Yangguan District
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?
Every Mid-Autumn Festival night in my life, the moonlight is mostly covered by clouds, and it is rare to encounter such beautiful scenery as today.
But where shall I go to enjoy the moon next Mid-Autumn Festival?
3. Poem 1, I just separated from my family but couldn't go home. I was a stranger in a foreign land and missed my family twice on holidays.
(Don Wang Wei's "Holidays in the Mountains Think of Brothers in Shandong") 2. Tonight, the moon is full of expectations. I wonder whose house will fall down in Qiu Si? (Wang Tangjian. Send Du Langzhong on the fifteenth night of the full moon) 3. Everyone gradually feels strange in the local accent, but they hate the warbler sound like Laoshan. (Tang Sikong Tu. Five books) 4. Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home.
(Tang Libai. Silent Night Thinking 5. Where is your hometown? Forget it unless you're drunk. (Song. Li Qingzhao "Bodhisattva Xia, the wind is soft, and it is still early") 6. Stay away from hate like spring grass, but there is still life.
(South Tang. Li Yu's Qing Ping Le, No Spring Half) 7. Cut constantly, the reason is still chaotic, that is, parting. (Nantang. Li Yu "Welcome") 8. After people return to geese, they think about flowers before.
(sui. Xue Daoheng. "People are homesick every day") 9. They were alone at the bottom of the river, thinking in a trance that the moonlight was like water (Tang. Zhao xian. The feeling on the bottom of the river) 10, the cold light in the hotel can't sleep alone, what else makes the guests feel sad? My hometown is a thousand miles away tonight, and first frost will be next year.
(Tang Gaoshi's Night Walk) 1 1. Pedestrians think infinitely about the autumn wind, and the green hills across the water are like their hometown. (Tang Dai Shulun's Childhood Scenery of Sichuan) 12. Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang, I want to write a meaningful book.
When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him. (Tang Zhangji Qiu Si) 13. Spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan. When will the bright moon shine on me?
(Wang Song Anshi boating in Guazhou) 14, under the castle peak, my boat and I meandered along the green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.
... the night now gives way to the ocean of the sun, and Jiang Chunren was in the old year. I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang.
(Wang Wan's "The Next Berth on the North Fort Mountain") 15, whose Yu Di is secretly flying and scattered in the spring breeze of Manluo. In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick.
(Li Bai: "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night") 16, * * * Looking at the bright moon and crying, for the heart, five places, all sick and one wish. (Bai Juyi: Looking at the Moon).
4. Are there any poems or sentences that can never go back to the past 1 Ten years of life and death are ambiguous, and I forgot without thinking. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty. At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose. -From the Song Dynasty: Su Shi's "Jiang Chengzi Mao Yi recalled the dream on the twentieth day of the first month"
Interpretation of the vernacular: The two died for a lifetime and were isolated for ten years. They miss each other but are at a loss and can't meet each other. I don't want to miss myself, but I can't forget it. His wife's lonely grave is thousands of miles away, and there is no place to tell her sadness. Even if we meet, we shouldn't know each other, because I'm running around, dusty and cold.
At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown in a vague dream, only to see my wife dressing up in front of the mirror in the small window. The two men looked at each other, and they didn't know where to start with a thousand words, only tears fell thousands of lines in relative silence. It stands to reason that the grave mountain with the bright moon and small pine trees is where I miss my wife every year.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it. -From the Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin's "Jinse"
Interpretation of Vernacular Chinese: Things have changed, the moon is in the sky, and Jiao Ren's tears are pearls. Lantian is sunny and warm, and you can see good jade and good smoke. The feelings of joys, sorrows and sorrows cannot be recalled today, but they have been inadvertently long ago.
3, red crisp hands, yellow wine, spring palace wall willow in the city. The east wind is evil, and the feelings are thin. A sad mood, a cable that I haven't seen for years. No, no, no. Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad. Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion. Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu. Mo, Mo, Mo! -From the Song Dynasty: Lu You's Hairpin Phoenix Red Crisp Hands
Explain in vernacular Chinese: In your rosy and crisp hands, hold a cup full of yellow wine. Spring is rippling all over the city, but you are as far away as a palace wall. How hateful the spring breeze is and how thin the joy is blown. A full glass of wine is like a sad mood, and life after leaving for a few years is very bleak. In retrospect, I can only sigh: wrong, wrong, wrong!
Spring is still bright, but people have lost weight in vain. Tears washed away the carmine on his face and soaked all the thin silk handkerchiefs. Peach blossoms in Man Chun fall on silent and empty ponds and pavilions. The vows of eternal love are still there, but the brocade letter can no longer be delivered. Looking back, I can only sigh: Mo, Mo, Mo!
4, who read the west wind alone cool, rustling yellow leaves close the window, nostalgic for the sunset. It was unusual at that time to get drunk in spring and gamble on books and pour tea. —— From the Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde's "Who Read the West Wind and Cool Alone in Huanxisha"
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: Who misses the lonely feelings when the autumn wind blows cold? Watching the yellow leaves dancing to cover the window, standing in the sunset, recalling the past. Take a nap after drinking, the spring is suddenly leaking, the boudoir is gambling, and the skirt is scented with tea. The past is normal and I can't get what I want.
5, the dream is broken for forty years, and the old willow in Shenyuan does not blow cotton. This body is a land of mountains and mountains, or a trace of death. -From the Song Dynasty: Lu You's "Shenyuan"
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: It has been more than 40 years since her death, and the willow in Shenyuan is too old to speak. I'm about to turn into a pile of dirt in Huiji Mountain, and I'm still here to mourn and cry.