Reminiscing about Shandong brothers on September 9
Wang Wei
Being a stranger in a foreign land,
I miss my family even more during the festive season ;
I know from a distance where my brothers are climbing,
There is one less person planted with dogwood trees.
Shui Diao Ge Tou
Su Shi
When will the bright moon come?
Ask the sky for wine.
I don’t know the palace in the sky,
What year is it today?
I want to take advantage of the wind to return home,
but I am afraid of the beautiful buildings and jade buildings,
It is too cold at high places.
Dance and clear the shadow,
How does it seem to be in the human world.
Turn to the Zhu Pavilion,
Low Qihu,
The light is sleepless.
There should be no hatred,
What will happen when we say goodbye?
People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions,
The moon waxes and wanes,
This is an ancient matter.
I wish you a long life,
Thousands of miles away, I love you.
Letter on the way back to the west at dusk in autumn
Bai Juyi
Under the light of the Geng Geng travel, I often feel sad and seldom sleep.
Homesickness usually occurs early, before the rooster crows.
In September, the grass and trees fall, and the distant mountains are leveled.
In the autumn shade and dawn, all the trees are green.
I traveled east in autumn, and this autumn I started to travel west.
The horse is thin and the clothes are torn. It has been two years since I came to another house.
Remembering and returning home with sorrow comes without a bag of money.
Although the heart is not blue paste, it is unnaturally peaceful.
Homesickness outside the Yangtze River
Weizhuang
Every spring I feel sad in a foreign land, Du Qu and Oriole can know it.
Moreover, on the bank of the river by the setting sun, there are traces of heartbroken smoke and willows.
Two Qin Songs
Sima Xiangru
Fengxi returned to his hometown and traveled around the world to seek his emperor.
If you don’t meet me at that time and you have nothing to do, how can you realize that you are going to be promoted to this hall now?
There is a beautiful lady in the boudoir, and the people in the room are poisonous to my intestines.
How come they are like mandarin ducks with their necks crossed, and they are soaring!
The emperor comes to live with me, and I have to entrust you to be your concubine forever.
Who is the one who knows how to communicate and understand each other in the middle of the night?
Both wings rise and fly high, without feeling, my thoughts make me sad.
When I first entered the gorge, the bitter wind sent me to my relatives and friends in my hometown
Chen Ziang
My hometown friends today.
We sit together at a happy gathering.
Ningzhi Baxia Road.
Thank you for your hard work.
Yan
Du Mu
Ten thousand miles away from his hometown with a reed in his mouth, snow and rain fly towards Xiaoxiang.
A few lonely pillows made me cry, and a few high-rise buildings were about to break my heart.
I spend the day leaning away from the shadows, walking in the wind.
I work hard to come to Hengyue every year, and my wings destroy Longsai Shuang.
Jing Ye Si
Li Bai
There was bright moonlight in front of the bed, and it was suspected to be frost on the ground.
Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown.
Two poems about visiting Qiupu Bai Kaupei
Li Bai
Where is the best place to walk at night and the moon is clear at Yingbei. The mountain light shakes the snow, and the shadow of the ape hangs on the cold branches.
But I am afraid that the good times will be late, so Xiaoling will return home and move. When people come, they feel refreshed and lovesick.
The white worms howl at night, and it feels so cold in the valley. Fish and dragons move the water, causing waves everywhere.
The bright moon borrowed from the sky and flew into the blue clouds. My hometown is not visible, I look directly to the west with my heart broken.
The rain lags
Li Shangyin
The rain lags in Chang'an night,
I am alone in sorrow with the broken lamp.
My hometown is the land of clouds and water,
It is not appropriate to return to my dream in autumn.
Climbing the Tower in Mid-Spring
Liu Jian
The golden cup is not enough to wash away the sorrow. Jiangjun recalls his hometown in his youth. Fireworks on both sides of the Taiwan Strait bring prosperity in spring,
The windy moonlit night on the first floor is desolate. Wang Zhang is not ashamed to shed tears in his cow clothes, and Pan Yuexiu is shocked by the frost on his temples.
The lotus flowers have not returned yet, but there is a thatched cottage deep in the white clouds.
Throughout the ancient and modern times, Mo Zi lamented, and his frosty beard was used against Suihua. If you fail, you will be ashamed of the snake's strength.
If you use your heart, you will be like a mouse without teeth. When the clouds are clear in the sky, I will pity the moon; when the wind is high all night, I will be tired of the flowers.
I don’t know how to rely on a county building alone, fishing in a boat to catch the spring waves and catch the flat sand.
Era: Tang Dynasty
Author: Liu Zongyuan
Work: Watching the Mountains and Removing Relatives from Beijing with Master Haochu
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The sharp mountains by the sea are like swords, and the coming of autumn cuts the heart of sorrow everywhere.
If you were to transform into hundreds of billions of people, you would go up to the top of the mountain and look at your hometown.
Era: Tang Dynasty
Author: Lu Zhaolin
Work: Gift to the Officials of Yifu
Content:
A bird came from Northern Yan and flew to Western Shu. Living alone on the sword gate, dancing alone at the foot of Minshan Mountain.
There are many ancient features in Angzang, but there are new songs in sorrow. A group of phoenixes swam around and asked what they wanted.
The answer to the cold country son has traveled more than ten thousand miles. Don't stop the evil tree branches, don't drink the water from the stolen spring.
I often think about encountering rice and beams, and I would like to live in sycamore trees. I will not invite the wise, but I will ignore the fool.
So we become independent and live happily ever after. Sunset, bitter wind and frost, I longed to return to Luoyang.
Yu He's sweater is short, but the road to Guanshan is long. The bright moon makes people miss me, and the white clouds make me miss my hometown.
Who can take advantage of the wind and conquer Cang Cang in one fell swoop?
Era: Tang Dynasty
Author: King Luo Bin
Work: Sitting Alone on a Cold Night, A Wanderer’s Pregnancy for Jian Zhiji
Content:
My hometown is thousands of miles away, and my worries are endless. The quail's clothes are long and broken, and the snail's house is uncertain.
A rich man only has ideas, but a poor man plays for whom. The willow leaves are crisp in the autumn wind, and the lotus leaves are exposed in the morning.
At the end of the day, there are golden clusters of chrysanthemums on the bank, and the rest is covered with orchids. It's easy to cut down trees, but it's hard to go back to Weisang.
There is only a solitary bright moon, which sometimes shines in the cold guest room.