At that time, I was not too old, because my parents were far away from Wan Li, and living alone was not satisfactory, which added a desire for no reason. Hope is hope, but home is not a thing, it can be bought with money, and you must pay the truth and have a fate.
Therefore, in the days when there is no fate, home is still an ethereal and distant word, interpreting the happiness of other people's family reunion. I am comforting myself and waiting patiently. Waiting is easy to make people feel aimless and careless, but things are incredible, as if inadvertently, I have gained a brilliant love and a home.
My family, there is no history of hard struggle, and there is no painstaking management. Just put everything of two people together and it's over. Compared with other people's homes, it certainly looks too shabby.
The house is small and rented, but "the sparrow is small and complete", a small bedroom, a small living room and, more importantly, a small study of about four square meters. The whole house has a high roof, bright windows, white walls and bare doors, and there is no trace of modern decoration.
To tell the truth, I have had many wonderful ideas about my home, and I want a new, strange and special roof and a modern kitchen. In short, I want to have a home that makes people feel tired and only feels infinitely warm and comfortable.
Someone once interpreted women like this, saying that women are "prisoners of the family", to the effect that women are willing to make efforts for the family and be a person who loves the family. My husband agrees with this view very much and thinks it is natural for women to be "prisoners of the family". He often instills some so-called "truths" into me. For example, I will try to master the good skills of cooking pasta with one hand. For example, I will wait on the pots and pans at home without complaint, and I will try to keep this small home clean and tidy at all times ... When he said this, I always disapproved and even made fun of him. "
As a result, the days slipped away step by step according to our respective steps. As always, I steamed rice in a rice cooker, and he helped himself to pasta if he wanted to eat it. As for washing pots and pans, it is by no means without complaints. It must be solved through division of labor or "hammer scissors cloth" If one party has entertainment, call home without much lingering; When you are busy at work, you can't talk to each other during the day, so just wait for "meet at dusk". Sometimes I feel lonely as soon as I step into the house. The two people you dreamed about before seem to be far away from you.
Home is actually a kind of life. Sometimes, I feel a little guilty. I had expected to have a home, but I didn't try my best to cage a warm world and create a common space.
I tried to change, but life didn't go your way. In this house, we are still like guests in a hurry. He still insists on playing Go, and I still want to shut myself in my office and write some tofu.
It's really rare to hold hands in the street and enter the ballroom ... After the holiday, I still ran to Hunan, my parents' side as before. This time, after more than forty days, although the winter in Hunan is still beautiful, the air is fresh and pleasant, and because I was born and raised in Sri Lanka, I don't feel lonely, and I don't know why.
At the beginning, I always patiently looked forward to the arrival of nine o'clock in the evening, and half a dollar could send a voice to that family in Gansu. After a few days, I was inexplicably worried about a few potted flowers in that family. Then, I remembered the curtains and quilts that should be washed, the potatoes and garlic seedlings in the small room, his unshaven beard, and his loneliness of going upstairs and downstairs every day ... Only when I left that home did I have a good talk. I went home and chatted with my husband about my feelings. My husband couldn't help but smile and say to me, "You silly girl only knows pure romance, only hanging your umbrella upside down in the lobby and writing some muddled essays." I'm afraid it will make our home look like an essay. "
Actually, what's wrong with that? Umbrella is a special kind of umbrella with prose printed on it. Prose is an absolutely exquisite product. A golden nest and a silver nest are not as good as one's own grass nest.
(Payne, American playwright and actor) A brave man keeps pace with the times. Wherever he goes, he is always at home. (Philip M, British dramatist) A wise man is at home everywhere-the earth is his fireplace and the blue sky is his living room.
(Emerson, American thinker) A happy family, parents are masters of the house out of love, and children obey adults out of love for their parents. (Bacon, British philosopher) He is the happiest, whether he is a king or a farmer.
(Goethe, German dramatist and poet). (Bernard Shaw, British dramatist)) No matter when and where, home is always a place that opens its doors to wanderers.
(Robert F, American poet) Rebels are more ruthless than snakes and scorpions. (Shakespeare, British dramatist) Divorcing couples (including those who have been in the pain of quarreling) can easily get into each other's quagmire. The more public this slander is, the better, and the more frequent it is.
(Mel H, American writer) I don't know what kind of person my grandfather is, but I am more concerned about what kind of person his grandson will become. (Abraham Lincoln, American president)) If you want your children to always keep their feet on the ground, you should let them take some responsibility.
(Benjamin, British essayist)) It is wise for educated adults to make children feel that family is the happiest place in the world. This kind of beautiful affection, in my opinion, is as precious as the most exquisite gift that adults give their children.
(Washington, the father of American literature) Marriage is like a birdcage, the birds outside want to get in; The birds inside can't figure it out. (Montaigne, French thinker and essayist) My father always said that a child needs four things-full love, nutritious food, regular sleep, enough soap and water-and what he needs most is some wise indulgence.
The family is one of the masterpieces created by nature. (America.
2. Ask for some essays or poems about "home": climb the mountain at 9 o'clock in September. There is one person missing from the dogwood.
-homesickness is helpless, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns. The small garden wandered alone. -Yan Shu > Looking at the moon for fifteen nights, Wang Jian's atrium, crows inhabiting Bai Shu, and silent wet osmanthus fragrans in Coody Leng. I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight.
Qiu Si, a native of Luoyang, saw the autumn wind. He wanted to find a writer to write a book. 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.
Autumn wind leads-where did Liu Yuxi get the autumn wind? Xiao Xiao sent the goose. When the morning light enters the courtyard, lonely guests smell it first.
Sauvignon blanc is a journey to Nalanxing Deshan, and the water is a journey, and it goes to Guan Yu's side, with thousands of lights at night. When the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, and there is no such sound in the garden.
Patio sand Qiu Si withered vines old trees faint, small bridges flowing people, ancient roads west wind thin horses. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
Xue Daoheng only stayed for seven days in spring, and has been away from home for two years. The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom.
"Su Lian" [Song] Zhou Bangyan drenched the rainy dusk on the river and washed the autumn. The frost wind is getting colder and tighter, and the river is left out.
Red flowers wither everywhere, and all the beautiful scenery gradually disappears. Only the gushing water of the Yangtze river flows eastward without sound.
Without the heart to climb the distance and overlook the distant home, it is difficult to gather the desire to go home. Sigh for years, why stay.
Miss the beautiful scenery, make up my home, miss a few times, God knows. Fighting for me, leaning against the railing, I'm worried.
"Letter from Shi Jing" [Ming] Yuan Kaijiang is three thousand miles long and has fifteen lines of letters. There is nothing else between me, just telling me to go back to my hometown as soon as possible.
Bai Juyi stays in Handan on the solstice every winter, hugging his knees in front of the lamp. If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers.
Prose about "home": I don't seem to know the specific day, and I suddenly look forward to having a home. At that time, I was not too old, because my parents were far away from Wan Li, and living alone was not satisfactory, which added a desire for no reason.
Hope is hope, but home is not a thing, it can be bought with money, and you must pay the truth and have a fate. Therefore, in the days when there is no fate, home is still an ethereal and distant word, interpreting the happiness of other people's family reunion.
I am comforting myself and waiting patiently. Waiting is easy to make people feel aimless and careless, but things are somewhat incredible, as if inadvertently, I have gained a brilliant love and a home.
My family, there is no history of hard struggle, and there is no painstaking management. Just put everything of two people together and it's over. Compared with other people's homes, it certainly looks too shabby.
The house is small and rented, but "the sparrow is small and complete", a small bedroom, a small living room and, more importantly, a small study of about four square meters. The whole house has a high roof, bright windows, white walls and bare doors, and there is no trace of modern decoration.
To tell the truth, I have had many wonderful ideas about my home, and I want a new, strange and special roof and a modern kitchen. In short, I want to have a home that makes people feel tired and only feels infinitely warm and comfortable.
Someone once interpreted women like this, saying that women are "prisoners of the family", to the effect that women are willing to make efforts for the family and be a person who loves the family. My husband agrees with this view very much and thinks it is natural for women to be "prisoners of the family". He often instills some so-called "truths" into me. For example, I will try to master the good skills of cooking pasta with one hand. For example, I will wait on the pots and pans at home without complaint, and I will try to keep this small home clean and tidy at all times ... When he said this, I always disapproved and even made fun of him. "
As a result, the days slipped away step by step according to our respective steps. As always, I steamed rice in a rice cooker, and he helped himself to pasta if he wanted to eat it. As for washing pots and pans, it is by no means without complaints. It must be solved through division of labor or "hammer scissors cloth" If one party has entertainment, call home without much lingering; When you are busy at work, it is also common to wait for "meeting at dusk" when you have no time to talk to each other during the day. Sometimes when I step into the house, I feel very lonely. The two people you dreamed about before seem to be far away from you.
Home is actually a kind of life. Sometimes, I feel a little guilty. I had expected to have a home, but I didn't try my best to cage a warm world and create a common space.
I tried to change, but life didn't go your way. In this house, we are still like guests in a hurry. He still insists on playing Go, and I still want to shut myself in my office and write some tofu.
It's really rare to hold hands in the street and enter the ballroom ... After the holiday, I still ran to Hunan, my parents' side as before. This time, after more than forty days, although the winter in Hunan is still beautiful, the air is fresh and pleasant, and because I was born and raised in Sri Lanka, I don't feel lonely, and I don't know why.
At the beginning, I always patiently looked forward to the arrival of nine o'clock in the evening, and half a dollar could send a voice to that family in Gansu. After a few days, I was inexplicably worried about a few potted flowers in that family. Then I remembered the curtains and quilts that should be washed, the potatoes and garlic seedlings in the small room, his unshaven beard, and his loneliness of going upstairs and downstairs every day ... Only when I left that house did I have a good talk. I went home and chatted with my husband about my feelings. My husband couldn't help but smile and say to me, "You silly girl only knows pure romance, only hanging your umbrella upside down in the lobby and writing some muddled essays." I'm afraid it will make our home look like an essay. "
Actually, what's wrong with that? Umbrella is a special kind of umbrella with prose printed on it. Prose is an absolutely exquisite product.
3. Prose poem about home Prose poem "The Direction of Home"
When the train leaves the station, it always goes far away.
It is to pursue the direction of home,
On the smooth and boundless road,
Car lights are like young eyes with dreams and ideals.
I'm not running around alone,
Behind someone's eager eyes,
The task is to get everyone home safely.
I endured the loneliness of vigil,
Cann't be reunited with her,
Tears are collected like pearls.
When the train enters the station, the passengers gradually disperse and the locomotive enters the section.
Run the workshop to heat the tea and rice again.
Let me also temporarily anchor in the warm harbor.
Family members have reduced misunderstandings.
Squeeze the bitterness of life into a drink and taste it slowly.
Not afraid of any hardships in life,
No matter which village, town or country in the motherland,
One morning, I always blew my whistle on time.
Face the morning fog that day with vigor and vitality.
Our responsibilities in life,
Our professionalism,
Life is short and the road is long.
We face the bright sun,
When running and enjoying,
On the way, I also became a landscape in railway transportation.
The train galloped home,
From Tiannan to Haibei,
From the locomotive to the carriage,
From the square to the station room,
Day after day, we are with you,
Watching the same sunrise turn into sunset.
4. Poet essayist who praises the poet-
It is the Yellow River in the dream of a wanderer in a foreign land.
It is Mount Tai in the hearts of overseas Chinese.
This is the dawn in front of Tiananmen Square.
It is dusk inside and outside the Great Wall.
It is a nation gathered by square Chinese characters.
Yellow skin and black hair are surrounded by a flag.
A flag with five red stars embedded in it.
And 9.6 million square kilometers of land.
home
It is a hut that all the poor people in the world are happy under Du Fu's pen.
This is a stray dress that a loving mother can never sew.
This is the dresser of a woman's stove.
It's a man's cigarette case, a small handleless wine cup and a hot kang.
It is a warm harbor for people to escape from the wind, frost and dust in the world.
This is a free kingdom, where you can indulge your feelings.
It is an eternal station to accompany you all your life.
The Garden of Eden gave birth to the love of your life.
home
This is a nest on an olive tree in her husband's dream.
This is a colorful satin woven by his wife with painstaking efforts.
This is a naughty corner where children put their schoolbags.
It is a warm space frequented by friends.
It is the selfless care of flesh and blood relatives.
What people contact with sincerity is fiery emotion.
home
It is the source of Qianjiang River, a green land.
This is the beautiful wall by the Ma Jinxi River.
It's Nanhu, Binjiang, Chinatown and Jiangdong.
It's a place called Aotan New District.
It can accept the happiness and hope of your life.
It can breed harmony and happiness in your life.
Her name is-
World home ...
Article Source: Kaihua County Information Center Author: Yi Ming
Ode to a thousand lakes
-Landscape man
Looking at floating aquatic plants from a distance,
Take a closer look at this island.
Wonderland Beast Island has thousands of scenic spots.
Ten times the beam will win seven.
The morning light is full of waves and rain,
Lying on the wooden fence at night listening to the sound of the waves.
The sea palace is happy with the beauty of fairyland.
Fairies should be invited to play.
Thinking of my hometown, I miss my hometown inexplicably.
Hometown is the old wine brewed by Youzi with millet. The longer it lasts, the more mellow it tastes.
When I think of my hometown, I miss it quietly.
Hometown is full of delicious food, which tempts travelers from afar to taste it.
When I think of my hometown, I miss it silently.
Hometown is a fragment of a wanderer's childhood memory. The more you manage it, the more you can't control it, and the more you can't piece together a complete picture.
When I think of my hometown, I miss it in my heart.
The longer I miss my hometown, the deeper my experience of my hometown and the greater my touch on my soul.
Hometown, how do wanderers miss their hometown?
Miss hometown, in fact, is miss childhood partners, miss the old house, miss the land. However, what the wanderer misses most is his elderly parents.
Hometown, miss my hometown, miss my hometown for no reason.
Whenever I face the bright moon, I miss my hometown like a flood.
Hometown, homesickness, no need for any excuses.
Wanderers miss their hometown all the time.
5. An article or poem describing a family. This is an article about a family.
Whether happy or sad, whether rainy or sunny, home will always be in your heart and mine; You don't have to be weak or strong. You don't need to be remembered or forgotten. Home can always give you my infinite strength. Because of this, let you and I go to our respective dreams, and let you and I return to the place we miss in our hearts today. The touch of home is the tears that flow into my heart. . The sky in a foreign land has tears of homesickness for you and me; In the crowded crowd at the railway station, there are shadows of you and me; On the speeding train, there is anxiety about your going to my hometown; The moment I set foot on the land of my hometown, there was a lip print of my hometown; And the lingering melody "Cloud in My Hometown" has aroused many feelings in my heart. The outside world, while making people yearn for it, also makes people have a lot of helplessness.
I am a Nightcrawler. No matter how far I go, my home is the brightest Beidou in the sky, silently illuminating my journey. At that time, I was practical and unrestrained, floating around in the dark sky. I often ask myself, is my life walking around like this? Yes, life is like a song. We go again and again, and we come back again and again. We leave again and again, get together again and again ... There are always storms, rain, snow, lightning and thunder in life, and there are too many colorful lost English in life ... I must get them back one by one! Wandering is to return!
Home is a warm harbor. Even if the outside world is wonderful, home will always be in my heart. No matter how far you wander, as long as you have a home and think about the care of your loved ones, your heart will always belong to them.
May all wanderers go home! !
6. I asked for several essays about "home", or poets like essays didn't seem to know which specific day it was, and I suddenly looked forward to having a home.
At that time, I was not too old, because my parents were far away from Wan Li, and living alone was not satisfactory, which added a desire for no reason. Hope is hope, but home is not a thing, it can be bought with money, and you must pay the truth and have a fate.
Therefore, in the days when there is no fate, home is still an ethereal and distant word, interpreting the happiness of other people's family reunion. I am comforting myself and waiting patiently. Waiting is easy to make people feel aimless and careless, but things are incredible, as if inadvertently, I have gained a brilliant love and a home.
My family, there is no history of hard struggle, and there is no painstaking management. Just put everything of two people together and it's over. Compared with other people's homes, it certainly looks too shabby.
The house is small and rented, but "the sparrow is small and complete", a small bedroom, a small living room and, more importantly, a small study of about four square meters. The whole house has a high roof, bright windows, white walls and bare doors, and there is no trace of modern decoration.
To tell the truth, I have had many wonderful ideas about my home, and I want a new, strange and special roof and a modern kitchen. In short, I want to have a home that makes people feel tired and only feels infinitely warm and comfortable.
Someone once interpreted women like this, saying that women are "prisoners of the family", to the effect that women are willing to make efforts for the family and be a person who loves the family. My husband agrees with this view very much and thinks it is natural for women to be "prisoners of the family". He often instills some so-called "truths" into me. For example, I will try to master the good skills of cooking pasta with one hand. For example, I will wait on the pots and pans at home without complaint, and I will try to keep this small home clean and tidy at all times ... When he said this, I always disapproved and even made fun of him. "
As a result, the days slipped away step by step according to our respective steps. As always, I steamed rice in a rice cooker, and he helped himself to pasta if he wanted to eat it. As for washing pots and pans, it is by no means without complaints. It must be solved through division of labor or "hammer scissors cloth" If one party has entertainment, call home without much lingering; When you are busy at work, it is also common to wait for "meeting at dusk" when you have no time to talk to each other during the day. Sometimes when I step into the house, I feel very lonely. The two people you dreamed about before seem to be far away from you.
Home is actually a kind of life. Sometimes, I feel a little guilty. I had expected to have a home, but I didn't try my best to cage a warm world and create a common space.
I tried to change, but life didn't go your way. In this house, we are still like guests in a hurry. He still insists on playing Go, and I still want to shut myself in my office and write some tofu.
It's really rare to hold hands in the street and enter the ballroom ... After the holiday, I still ran to Hunan, my parents' side as before. This time, after more than forty days, although the winter in Hunan is still beautiful, the air is fresh and pleasant, and because I was born and raised in Sri Lanka, I don't feel lonely, and I don't know why.
At the beginning, I always patiently looked forward to the arrival of nine o'clock in the evening, and half a dollar could send a voice to that family in Gansu. After a few days, I was inexplicably worried about a few potted flowers in that family. Then I remembered the curtains and quilts that should be washed, the potatoes and garlic seedlings in the small room, his unshaven beard, and his loneliness of going upstairs and downstairs every day ... Only when I left that house did I have a good talk. I went home and chatted with my husband about my feelings. My husband couldn't help but smile and say to me, "You silly girl only knows pure romance, only hanging your umbrella upside down in the lobby and writing some muddled essays." I'm afraid it will make our home look like an essay. "
Actually, what's wrong with that? Umbrella is a special kind of umbrella with prose printed on it. Prose is an absolutely exquisite product. A golden nest and a silver nest are not as good as one's own grass nest.
(Payne, American playwright and actor) A brave man keeps pace with the times. Wherever he goes, he is always at home. (Philip M, British dramatist) A wise man is at home everywhere-the earth is his fireplace and the blue sky is his living room.
(Emerson, American thinker) A happy family, parents are masters of the house out of love, and children obey adults out of love for their parents. (Bacon, British philosopher) He is the happiest, whether he is a king or a farmer.
(Goethe, German dramatist and poet). (Bernard Shaw, British dramatist)) No matter when and where, home is always a place that opens its doors to wanderers.
(Robert F, American poet) Rebels are more ruthless than snakes and scorpions. (Shakespeare, British dramatist) Divorcing couples (including those who have been in the pain of quarreling) can easily get into each other's quagmire. The more public this slander is, the better, and the more frequent it is.
(Mel H, American writer) I don't know what kind of person my grandfather is, but I am more concerned about what kind of person his grandson will become. (Abraham Lincoln, American president)) If you want your children to always keep their feet on the ground, you should let them take some responsibility.
(Benjamin, British essayist)) It is wise for educated adults to make children feel that family is the happiest place in the world. This kind of beautiful affection, in my opinion, is as precious as the most exquisite gift that adults give their children.
(Washington, the father of American literature) Marriage is like a birdcage, the birds outside want to get in; The birds inside can't figure it out. (Montaigne, French thinker and essayist) My father always said that a child needs four things-full love, nutritious food, regular sleep, enough soap and water-and what he needs most is some wise indulgence.
The family is one of the masterpieces created by nature. (America.
7. The poem describing the writer is 1. You come from my old country. Tell me what happened there! .
When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? (Wang Wei's miscellaneous poems)
2. I left home when I was young, and my local accent has not changed.
Where do children come from when they meet strangers? "He Zhang's" Homecoming Book ")
3. Leave the mountain to rest, winter will come, and spring will come.
The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home. Song Wenzhi "Crossing the Han River")
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.
I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. (Wang Wan's "A Stop at the foot of Beibao Mountain")
It's only seven days in spring and two years away from home.
The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom. (Xue Daoheng's "Homecoming")
6. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? .
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. (Li Bai's "Silent Night Thinking"
7. Whose rain flute flies in the dark, and the spring breeze permeates Los Angeles.
In this nocturne, everyone can't remember the national conditions. (Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night")
8. It has been ten frosts in Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night.
For no reason, I crossed the mulberry river, but I hope that Bing is my hometown. (Liu Zao's "Journey to the North")
9. A vagrant hears drums that indicate fighting, and a wild goose rings in autumn.
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.
Bai Juyi's Three Homesick Poems
Wang Yitai
Jing' an mansion, facing the willow in front of the window every day, is far away at this moment; At the station, the spring is fading and flowers are everywhere.
Two beautiful springs, on the same day; At this time, family members miss their relatives outside, and people outside miss their families.
Coconut silk is good in Handan from winter to the sun.
Every winter solstice, I am accompanied by the shadow in front of the knee lamp.
If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers.
Nanpubie
In the bleak drudgery of Nanpu, the autumn wind is bleak.
Turn back immediately, my heart is broken, so I can leave and don't look back.
Watching the moon on fifteen nights
Wang Jian
Bai Shu cheered in the atrium,
Coody Leng silent wet osmanthus.
Tonight, the moon is full of hope,
I wonder who Qiu Si belongs to.
Melancholy Qiu Si
Ji Zhang
Look at the autumn wind in Luoyang,
The writer's book is full of meaning.
I can't talk about it in a hurry
Pedestrians came and opened again.
――
Autumn wind songs
-Liu Yuxi
Where is the autumn wind?
Xiao Xiao sent the goose.
Chao lai ru Shu ting,
Lonely guests smell first.
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Endless desire
Nalanxingde
A ride on the mountain, a ride on the water, and a trip to Guan Yu, with thousands of lights at night. When the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, and there is no such sound in the garden.
Tianjin Sha Qiu Si
Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are thin horses. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
People miss home every day.
Xue Daoheng
Spring is only seven days away,
I have been away from home for two years.
When people return to the geese,
Think before and after.
Wash away the clear autumn for rainy days. The frost wind is getting colder and tighter, and the river is left out. Red flowers wither everywhere, and all the beautiful scenery gradually disappears. Only the gushing water of the Yangtze river flows eastward without sound. Without the heart to climb the distance and overlook the distant home, it is difficult to gather the desire to go home. Sigh for years, why stay. Want to be beautiful and build a new building? I hope I miss it a few times, and God knows the boat. Fighting for me, leaning against the railing, I'm worried. Su Mu [Song] Zhou Bangyan
The river is three thousand miles long, and there are fifteen letters from home. There is nothing else between me, just telling me to go back to my hometown as soon as possible. Letter from the capital [Ming] Yuan Kai