Ask for a poem that misses grandma.

A bird flew from Beiyan to Xishu. Alone in the sword gate, dancing alone at the foot of Minshan Mountain.

Ang Zang looks more ancient and has a new elegy. The chickens passed by and asked what they wanted.

A: Cold country, floating in Wan Li. Never stop evil branches, never drink or steal spring water.

I often think of rice and beams. I hope to live under the buttonwood tree. Wise men don't invite me, fools ignore me.

Therefore, it is independent and sad. Bitter wind and frost, homesick for Luoyang.

Feather purlin sweater is short and Guanshan road is long. The bright moon flows, and the white clouds are fascinated by the hometown.

Who can use the wind to make the sky green at once?

Year: Tang Dynasty

Author: Luo