Cao Pi's Poems by San Cao

The autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cool, the vegetation is shaking and the frost is exposed, and the flocks of birds leave Nanxiang.

I miss you and your guests, and my heart breaks. I miss my hometown, so why did you send it to stay for a long time?

I am alone in my room, afraid of forgetting my worries, and I don't feel tears on my clothes.

Short songs cannot be long.

The bright moon shines on my bed, and it's still early for the stars to flow west.

Cowherd and Weaver Girl look at each other from afar, and you are alone in the river beam. Danxia blocked the sun. Pick a rainbow and hang it in the sky.

The valley water gurgled. The wood is falling.

Lonely birds do not flock. Mourn in the clouds.

When the moon is full, you must run. China is no longer complicated.

It has existed since ancient times. what can I say? How long the long autumn night is, and how cold the fierce north wind blows.

Lying in bed, tossing and turning, wandering in front of the hall.

After wandering for a long time, the Millennium gradually soaked my clothes.

Look down at the pool from the microwave oven and look up at the bright moonlight in the sky.

The stars are arranged vertically and horizontally, and the Milky Way flows westward.

The sound of insects is sad, and Hongyan flies south alone.

Sad hearts are unhappy, many of them miss their hometown constantly.

Fly wherever you want. Wings, there is no bridge if you cross the river.

Facing Changfeng, I laughed and sighed a little, worried that I didn't burst my stomach. There is a cloud in the northwest sky, which has no shape like a car cover.

Unfortunately, the cloud didn't meet a good opportunity and happened to meet a storm.

Blow me to the southeast and there will be no meeting.

Wuhui county is not my hometown. How can I stay here for a long time?

Let go of your worries, if nothing else, and you will be a bully in a foreign land.