What spring looks like.
Don du fu
Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested. Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold. Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.
Thoughts?in?the?Still?of?the?Night
Tang Libai
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already? I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
Boarded Guazhou
Wang Song Anshi
Jingkou and Guazhou are just separated by a water, and Zhongshan has only a few heavy green mountains. The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home?
Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my brothers in Shandong.
Don
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.
Stay overnight in a night-mooring near maple bridge/Fengjiang.
Tang zhangji
Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river. In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.
Yellow Crane Tower
Don Cui Hao
The fairy of the past has flown away by the yellow crane, leaving only an empty Yellow Crane Tower. The yellow crane never revisited earth, there have been no long white clouds for thousands of years. Every tree in Hanyang has become clear due to sunlight, and Nautilus Island is covered with sweet grass. But I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker. The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy.
Two hometown couplets, the first part
Tang He Zhang Zhi
Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed. When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from.
The pride of Qiu Si fishermen
Song Fan Zhongyan
The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang Goose is unknown. Around, the sound of the horn sounded, thousands of miles away, and the long smoke closed. A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet. Qiang tube covered with frost, people do not sleep. The general was white-haired and in tears.
Two Liangzhou Ci Poems (I)
Don Wang Zhihuan
The Yellow River is getting farther and farther away, because it flows in the middle of the Yellow River, and Yumenguan is located on a lonely mountain. Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing!
"I heard that Wang Changling left and moved to Longbiaoyao to send this."
Tang Libai
After the easy autumn, cuckoo clock, I heard you pass five streams. My heart is full of sorrow, and the moon is full of sorrow. I will always follow you until Yelangxi.
Looking at the bright moon, thinking about it/looking back at it.
Don Zhang Jiuling
The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world. People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones. Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes. You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.
A berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain.
Tang wangwan
Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail. ... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. Finally, I can send my messenger, Wild Goose, back to Luoyang.
Smell the flute in Los Angeles on a spring night.
Tang Libai
Yu Di's dark flying sound scattered into the spring breeze in Los Angeles. In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick.
Night parking on Jiande River.
Tang Meng Hao ran
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.
Think of my brothers on a moonlit night.
Don 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.
Farewell friends at Jingmen Ferry.
Tang Libai
Sail from Jingmen Ferry, and soon you will be with southerners. At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness. The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces. The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.
Go to the capital to meet a messenger.
Don Cen Can
The distance from the east home is very long, and the tears are wet and the sleeves are still flowing. I'll meet you immediately, without paper and pen. Please tell my family that I'm safe.
Two quatrains
Don du fu
Jiangshan bathed in spring, how beautiful, flowers send flowers. Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach. The water waves in the river, the white feathers of waterfowl, the green and red flowers on the mountain are in contrast, and you want to burn. This spring is coming to an end. When will I go home?
Pick Wei
Pre-Qin anonymous
Pea seedlings have been picked again, and wild peas have just emerged from the ground. I said I would go home, but it still didn't come true by the end of the year. A lonely room is a lonely home, so it is a ghost. This is a reason not to live in a prosperous area. The pea seedlings have been picked again, and the wild peas are very tender. Said he went home, and he was depressed. Anxiety is burning, and hunger is unbearable. The location of the garrison cannot be fixed, and it is impossible to take the letter home. Bean sprouts are picked again, and the stems and leaves of wild peas are getting old. People, age is Yang.
Qiu Si.
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.
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