The sky is pure and the sand is full of autumn thoughts
Withered vines and old trees are full of crows, small bridges and flowing water are full of people, and the old road has a westerly wind and a thin horse.
The sun sets in the west, and the heartbroken people are at the end of the world. .
"Moonlight Night Homesickness"
The stars are sparse and the moon is cold in the Milky Way, and thousands of people are singing silently;
Where is the home thousands of miles away, and the night comes to touch the guest's sorrow? Many.
"Masterpiece at Night"
The hotel is sleepless under the cold light, why the guest's heart becomes so sad.
My hometown is far away from home tonight, and the frost on my temples will be another year tomorrow. .
"Thoughts on the Mid-Autumn Festival"
Looking at the geese separated by a solitary shadow, thinking about the poor mink with a thousand pieces of gold; remembering the moon in the autumn of my hometown, and being frightened by the night in a foreign country.
Hands are not yet touched. The red osmanthus is like a curled banana; I climb the tower to compose a sad poem, looking west to the sea and the distant sky.
"Looking at the mountain with Master Haochu to send a message to relatives in Beijing"
The seaside looks like a sharp mountain The light of the sword cuts the sorrowful heart everywhere when autumn comes.
If I were to transform myself into a thousand billions of people, I would scatter them on the top of the mountain and look at my hometown.