I miss a person, far away from home.
I felt something, and it was deeply rooted in my intestines.
I can't be far away from home, and I don't look forward to it every day.
I can't solve the problem in depth and don't think about it every night.
What's more, I stayed alone in the empty hall this evening.
Autumn is unknown, rain and dust.
If you don't learn Buddhism, you can forget your peace of mind.
2, "Bodhisattva Man, Sasha Vujacic Rain" is clear. Nalanxingde
A few rustling leaves are windy and rainy, and it is more bitter to be separated from others.
Counting the autumn, the toad puts out the early strings.
Night cold shock, tears falling snuff.
Sorrow is everywhere, and the jade piano is light dust.
3, "Guest Night" Tang Du Fu
When the guest sleeps, Qiu refuses to know.
The moon shadow on the roller shutter and the sound of the river on the high pillow. ?
All thumbs and no food and clothing are friends.
An old lady's book is a test paper, and she should know that she didn't answer it.
4, "Deng Yueyang Tower" Tang
The scenery by the lake belongs to autumn, and the scenery upstairs is like last year.
Fairy couples were born in a blessed land, and the feelings of Hunan and Hubei sent mourning strings.
The cloud gate is outside the platform, and the konoha flies in front of Chuke. ?
At first glance, the sail of Wan Li has returned to the ship.
5. Tang Zhang Su Zhong's Two Poems of Autumn Boudoir Thinking
The blue window leans against the deep moon, and I am worried about listening to cold tears and wet clothes.
I clearly saw Guan Sai in my dream, and I don't know where I went.
There are no clouds in the autumn night, and the sound is intermittent.
I want to send an information request. I moved the army outside Juyan.