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Mount Emei is like oil in water, but the heart is not tied to a boat.
When the sails leave Gimpo, the songs will flow in unison.
1 Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank again, and I suddenly remembered home.
Being in a foreign land, I miss my relatives twice every holiday.
March wind and fire, a letter from home is worth a ton of gold.
4 withered vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, and thin horses on ancient roads.
But I looked at my hometown, and the twilight was getting thicker, and the mist of sadness was filled on the river waves.
Water has brought you the feeling of home, dragging your boat for 300 miles.
Wine turns into sorrow and tears of acacia.
8*** Looking at the bright moon and crying, it is a red heart. In five places, all diseases are the same.
9 A cup of turbid restaurant Wan Li, the tube is strong and the frost is everywhere.
10 * * When cutting candles at the west window, we talked about the rain in the evening.
You come from my old country. Tell me what happened there! .
2. An ancient poem about homesickness (10 sentence), my hometown book, why did he leave home when he was young, and his local accent has not changed.
Where do children come from when they meet strangers? Thinking of Li Bai in the quiet night, the foot of the bed is bright, is it already frosty? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
"I think of my brothers in Shandong on vacation in the mountains" Wang Wei is in a foreign land and misses his family more on holidays. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
Except for the dark night, Bai Juyi is easily ill, seldom sleeps, is not old-fashioned, senile and full of emotion, and is approaching spring. When the fire needle lights are on, there will be sixty people with flat heads.
In addition to the night, Tang Cao Song's residual wax is exhausted, and the east wind should gradually smell. How much is it per night? I want to share it when I am two years old.
Call when it's dark, and spring blossoms. In the Ming Dynasty, I held wine in my hand and wished Yao Jun first.
Coupled with the official calendar of Luo Yin in the Tang Dynasty, the village was full of vigor and self-indulgence. Hate cold and warmth, fear the old and cherish the disabled.
As time goes by, KouRong is still uneven. Children don't know anything, singing until dawn.
In addition to Tang's "Nine Winter and Thirty Nights", cold and warmth are separated. By the time I got to the fourth watch, I was already one year old.
Fish lights delay fire, animals carbonize spring ash. Di Qing should be old by now, welcome new times.
In the Yuan Dynasty, Wang Anshi's firecrackers sounded one year old, and the spring breeze came from send warm to Tu Su. Thousands of families always trade new peaches for old ones.
On the first day of the Yuan Dynasty (in the spring of Yulou), the lotus leaked in one year, and the wine was frozen in Tu Su. Han Xiao is still cheating. She is slim in spring.
Beauty urges a long life, and cypress leaves and green peppers are covered with beautiful sleeves. Deep in my hometown, I don't know each other, but I only stay with Dong Jun.
I don't want to meet you when I pay a New Year call to Wen Zhiming, but I want to pay a New Year call, and all the names are ours. I also throw some paper at people. The world is too simple and empty.
Tian Jia Yuan Ri (Tang Dynasty) Meng Haoran fought in the north last night and started from the east today. I'm already strong, and I'm worried about agriculture without money. Mulberry field cultivates father, lotus hoe follows shepherd boy; Tian said that this year's climate is abundant.
In addition to the New Year's Eve party, Meng Haoran of Yuecheng Zhangshaofu (Tang) used to be very familiar with his family. After dark, people will light red candles and wait for friends' birthday party.
During the dinner, the singers sang the old song of Plum Blossom, and everyone drank the newly steamed white wine, pushed a cup for a change, and occasionally there was a game in which drinkers bet. The author is wandering around now, enjoying the past, year after year.
See the Flower Market in the Spring Festival [Lin] Mickey meets to see the flower market, but leans against the arcade like a gallery. Bundle the potted plants into a queue, and the grass plants smell fragrant.
The lights are bright all night, and the songs are fascinating. It was this year that the scenery was beautiful and colorful.
On the first day of New Year's Day, Liu Yazi Huai Renyun [Dong] greeted the New Year with laughter, and Mrs. Hongyan presented plum blossoms. Everyone toasted each other in the toast to express their wishes for the New Year. After all the people were not satisfied, they tasted the tea of victory together and talked about current affairs.
Only loyalty can repay the motherland. Now the motherland is being invaded by foreign countries, and there is no place to seek comfort. Song and dance accompany Beijing to welcome the festival and overlook Yan' an scenery.
In the new year, what happened to the golden gull? This responsibility should be lenient. Looking at the central plains in a hurry, a column is crazy in Yan' an.
I can't bear to see the scars on the ground. How happy I am to plow and weave on three sides. Only by hard work can we rejuvenate the country, and history fears the enemy.
On New Year's Day in Jiawu [Confucius], Xiao Shu's white hair was not full and he stayed up all night. Cut the candle and dry the midnight snack wine, and spend all the spring money.
Listen to the childlike innocence of burning firecrackers and see the change of peach blossom characters. Add a plum blossom to the drum horn to celebrate the New Year in Lian Xiao.
On the first day of New Year's Day, try to write (choose one) [Chen Xianzhang] When the clouds in the sky celebrate, the temple is fighting for vegetation. Next to the wall, there is wine to entertain guests, and young children are singing and enjoying New Year's poems.
When you are old, you will meet a new year, and there will be better flowers in spring. Where is the evening breeze? When it blows to the moon in the east.
On New Year's Eve, I occasionally become a Huang Jingren. Laughing and laughing slowly leaked, and the heart was hidden outside. People standing high on the stone bridge seem to be on earth, staring at the sky, but seeing a star like a moon.
Fengcheng's New Year greetings [Cha] skillfully cut Silla and painted colorful gold as moths; Since then, the scissors have been idle for a month, and there are more sewing in the boudoir before the age of 20. It's completely new [(Ming)]. The weather in Gankun is mild. Add the New Year, and the old mountains and rivers will spring.
Mei Liufang is full of pride, sloppy and old; Tu Sucheng was drunk and laughed at Baiyun. New Year's Works [Liu Changqing] The New Year only deepened my thoughts and added the lonely tears of an exile.
People who are exiled in old age rush ahead of me in spring. The monkey came down from the mountain and pestered me.
I was tortured like a bodyguard, so when will this day come? Welcome to Spring [(Ye Xie]] method turns into a great god, rubbing shoulders and playing music.
There is no need to welcome guests in the eastern suburbs, and spring scenery is in thousands of households. Spring Festival couplets song [Yuan Hongdao] The east wind warms the Loujiang tree, and the smoke condenses into three lanes and nine lanes.
A white horse is like a dragon breaking through the snow, and a calf rushes through the water to wear incense. Blow it around and pat off the smoke, showing off the dress100000 people.
Elo dressed up as a colorful winner, and social songs filled the air. Fei Yi, dressed in gold, is a platoon leader in front and a satrap in the back.
Black veil new wisp of Han palace flowers, green slaves knelt into the wine. Picking lotus plates to make jade buildings, singing and dancing.
There are 3,000 old songs in Liyuan and 3 new songs in Suzhou/kloc-0. The masked beard jumps like a tiger, and the narrow shirt is embroidered with trousers and hammers.
The golden python turns into ghost makeup, and Guanyin dances in white. The viewer is like a mountain and brocade, separating silk from meat.
The fragrant wind blows and laughs all the way, and thousands of miles of red yarn cover the jade. Purple shirt with lotus root skirt, light makeup on forehead and bun.
Picked up the green stripes and praised my sister, playing around with melon seeds on my sleeve. In a hurry, strings are numerous, and thousands of willows fold green branches.
Meng Haoran called back to the north last night on the first day of Tianjia's New Year's Day. At this age, I am already a strong official, but I am still worried about farming. I have been ploughing the fields with the shepherd boy. Tianjiazhan climate. * * It is said that this year, Wang Anshi was one year old with firecrackers, which warmed thousands of families in Tu Su except the spring breeze. Every year, I always trade new peaches for old ones. (Yulouchun) Lotus drops every year, and water leaks from the well.
Homesick poems are shining so brightly at the foot of my bed, is there frost already? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
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.
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.
Enthusiastic netizens
Thinking about Li Bai at night
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
Du Jianghan Song Wenzhi
Away from home, winter goes and spring comes, and I am eager to get news.
Now, near my village and meeting people, I dare not ask a question.
Bai Juyi in Henan
The family business is in a year of disaster, and the brothers are scattered.
After the war, the countryside was deserted and the flesh and blood fled to a foreign land.
The injured shadow is like a lonely wild goose, wandering like a broken-rooted autumn canopy.
* * * Looking at the bright moon and crying, for the heart, five places, all sick and willing.
Homesick cloth.
People in northern Luzhou are definitely lost, but the letter from Yunnan has never been answered.
If you don't sweep the flowers in front of the court, you will climb the willow outside the door.
Selling silver candles after sitting for a long time will lose face.
Hanging in the autumn night, Wan Li shines on the mountains.
Think of Ruzhou as Huang Tingjian.
At the end of the year, the cold invaded the wandering clothes and detained the shogunate to report to the official.
Dream three hundred miles at night and miss twelve o'clock day and night.
If you don't spit in the car, if you have a tiger in the city, you will become suspicious.
What's the relationship between Qiu Hao's gains and losses? The book of peace always comes late.
Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my brother Wang Wei in Shandong.
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.
I advise you to have a glass of wine. There is no reason not to go out.
I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
Endlessness is sorrow, and the world is full of thoughts.
4. Poems about missing relatives during the festive season: He knows that the dew will be frosty tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! . (Du Fu's Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night)
Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed. (Homecoming Book by He Zhangzhi)
I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. (Wang Wan's "A Stop at the foot of Beibao Mountain")
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. (Li Bai's Silent Night Thinking)
In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick. Li Bai smells the flute in Los Angeles on a spring night.
I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays. (Wang Wei's "I miss my Shandong brother on vacation in the mountains")
A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet. (Fan Zhongyan's "The Pride of the Fisherman")
I'll meet you immediately, without paper and pen. Please tell my family that I'm safe. (Cen Can is meeting a messenger to the capital)
I began to recruit priests in the morning and felt sorry for my hometown. When a chicken crows at the Maodian Moon, people walk on the Banqiao Frost. (Wen Tingjun's "Walking in the Morning")
Chai Men's birds are noisy, and thousands of miles away. (Du Fu's "Three Songs of Qiang Village")
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? (Meng Jiao's Wandering Sons)
Boil beans and burn beans, and the beans cry in the pot. We are born from the same root, so why should we speculate with each other? (Seven Steps Poems by Cao Zhi)
Hearing the news of my daughter, I went out to help Guo; As soon as Sister A heard that Sister Mei was coming, she had to cut her red makeup. When I heard my sister coming, I sharpened my knife at pigs and sheep. ("Mulan Ci")
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. (Du Fu's "Spring Hope")
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. Repeated fears, unspeakable haste, pedestrians come and leave; (Zhang Ji "Qiu Si")
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. (Pretending to be Yi's Homesick at Night in Winter)
The child held hands and asked why it was too late to come back. * * * Who is fighting for time; Win sideburns? (Du Mu's "Returning to the Tomb")
5. The famous sentence about Mid-Autumn Festival, homesickness and homesickness is well known in ancient and modern times: (1) Watching the moon in the pavilion on the 15th of the month.
Bai Juyi
On the evening of August 15 last year, next to the apricot garden by Qujiang Pool.
On the night of August 15 this year, in front of Songpu Shatou Water Hall.
Where is the hometown in the northwest and the full moon in the southeast.
Yesterday, the wind blew and no one would meet. Tonight, the light is as clear as usual.
(2)
Looking at the moon, thinking of a distant one.
Zhang Jiuling
The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world.
Bring a separated heart, and be considerate for a long time at night!
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.
(C) Water tune song head
Su Shi
When did the moon begin to appear? Ask heaven for wine.
I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time.
I want to go home in the wind, lest it be too cold on the roof.
Dance to find out what shadows look like on the earth.
The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self.
There should be no hate, and nothing can be done.
People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon has yin and yang, and there are gains and losses. Nothing is perfect, even in the past.
I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
(4) The Moon in Mid-Autumn Festival
Yan Shu
Ten rounds of frost shadows turn to court, and tonight is a lonely corner.
Su E may have no regrets, but Yuchan is lonely and lonely.
(5) Looking at the moon for fifteen nights
Wang Jian
There are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus in Coody Leng in the atrium.
I'm looking forward to the moon tonight. I don't know who will land in Qiu Si!
6. The poem "I miss my family more in the festive season" is the full text of "I miss my Shandong brothers on vacation in the mountains". Author: Wang Wei, a stranger, misses my family more in the festive season.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. A person is far away from home and can't be reunited with his family. Every time he goes to the Double Ninth Festival, he misses his distant relatives.
Far away, I feel sorry for myself when I think of my brothers climbing high with dogwood. Note 1, September 9: Double Ninth Festival.
In ancient times, nine was the number of yang, so it was called Chongyang. Memory: nostalgia.
Shandong: Wang Weiqian moved to Puxian County (now Yongji County, Shanxi Province), east of Hanguguan and Huashan, so it was called Shandong. 2, a foreign land: a foreign land, a foreign land.
Become a stranger: become a guest of another country. 3. Festival: a beautiful festival.
4. Climbing: In ancient times, there was the custom of climbing on the Double Ninth Festival. 5. Cornus officinalis (zhūyú): A kind of vanilla, namely cassia.
In ancient times, people thought that wearing dogwood on the Double Ninth Festival could avoid disasters and ward off evil spirits. The original note of this poem: "That was seventeen years old."
Explain that this is the work of Wang Wei's Seventeen Points. Wang Wei was wandering between Luoyang and Chang 'an alone. He is from Zhou Pu (now Yongji, Shaanxi Province), and Zhou Pu is in the east of Huashan Mountain, so he called his hometown brothers Shandong brothers.
September 9th is the Double Ninth Festival, and some places in China have the custom of climbing mountains. The thirty-second volume of "Peaceful Magnolia" quoted a local custom story and said: "This day is established by convention and matured with the strong spirit of Cornus officinalis. On this day, the folded house is blocked to prevent early cold. "
Appreciation of Wang Wei's Poem "Thinking of Shandong Brothers on a Mountain Holiday", contained in Full Tang Poems 128. The following is the appreciation of this poem by Mr. Liu, the executive director of the Tang Dynasty Literature Research Association.
Wang Wei is a precocious writer. He wrote many excellent poems when he was young. This poem was written when he was seventeen.
Different from his later landscape poems, which are rich in painting and exquisite in composition and color, this lyric poem is very simple. But for thousands of years, people read this poem when they left their hometown, but they strongly felt its power.
This power comes from its simplicity, profundity and high generalization. I wrote this poem because I missed my relatives in my hometown on the Double Ninth Festival.
Wang Wei lives in Zhou Pu, east of Huashan Mountain, so it's called Remembering Shandong Brothers. When he wrote this poem, he was probably seeking fame in Chang 'an.
Although the bustling imperial capital was very attractive to young literati who were keen on official career at that time, it was a "foreign land" for a young wanderer after all. The more bustling and lively, the more lonely and helpless the wanderer is in the vast sea of people. The first sentence uses a word "unique" and two words "different", which is sufficient.
My thoughts about my loved ones and my feelings about my lonely situation are all condensed in the word "independence". "Being a stranger in a foreign land" only refers to being a guest in another country, but the artistic effect caused by the word "different" is much stronger than that caused by the general description of being a guest in another country.
In the feudal era dominated by natural economy, there were great differences in customs, languages and living habits in different regions. When you leave your hometown where you have lived for many years and go to a strange place, you will feel that everything is strange and unaccustomed, and you will feel like duckweed floating in a strange place. "Foreign land" and "stranger" are the simple and true expressions of this feeling.
A stranger's homesickness naturally exists on weekdays, but sometimes it doesn't necessarily show up, but once it encounters some kind of catalyst-the most common one is "festival"-it is easy to explode and even uncontrollable. This is the so-called "I miss my relatives twice during the festive season".
Festivals are often a time for family reunion, and many fond memories of hometown scenery are often associated, so it is natural to "miss your family more during festivals". This kind of experience can be said that everyone has it, but before Wang Wei, no poet has successfully expressed it with such plain and highly summarized poems.
Once the poet speaks it, it becomes an epigram that can best express the homesickness of the guests. The first two sentences can be said to be the direct method of artistic creation.
There is almost no detour, but directly into the core, quickly forming a climax, with epigrams. However, this kind of writing often makes the last two sentences unsustainable, resulting in insufficient stamina.
If the last two sentences of this poem extend in a straight line along the line of "I miss my relatives more during the festive season", it must be a snake's foot; It is also difficult to find new ideas and form a new climax. The author takes another approach: with the torrent of emotion, a rippling lake appears, which seems calm, but it is actually deeper.
There is a custom of climbing mountains on the Double Ninth Festival. It is said that wearing a dogwood bag when climbing a mountain can avoid disaster. Cornus officinalis, also known as Moongum, is an aromatic plant.
In three or four sentences, if we just think about how brothers climb mountains and wear dogwood in the Double Ninth Festival, but they are alone in a foreign land and can't participate, although they write about their homesickness in the festival, they will appear straightforward and lack freshness and affection. The poet thought in the distance: "There is one person missing from the dogwood."
Brothers far away from home all wore horns when climbing the mountain today, only to find that one brother was missing-he was not among them. It seems that it is not a pity that I failed to spend the holidays with my brothers in my hometown, but that my brothers failed to reunite completely during the holidays; It seems that it is not worth saying that a person is a stranger in a foreign land, but the shortcomings of brothers need to be understood.
This is tortuous and unnatural. And this unusual place is precisely its deep place, where the new police world lies.
Du Fu's Moonlit Night: "For our boys and girls, poor little babies, it's too young to know where the capital is" is similar to these two sentences, but Wang Shi doesn't seem to be so focused. About the author: Wang Wei (70 1 -76 1, 699-76 1), a native of Hedong (now Yuncheng, Shanxi), a native of Qixian, Shanxi, was a poet in the Tang Dynasty, and was called "Shi Fo".
Su Shi commented: "Poetry is full of paintings; Look at the picture, there are poems in the picture. " In the ninth year of Kaiyuan (72 1), he was a scholar and was appointed as Tai Lecheng.
Wang Wei is a representative of poets in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. Today, there are more than 400 poems, including Acacia and Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains. Wang Wei is proficient in Buddhism and is greatly influenced by Zen.
Buddhism has a Vimalakīrti Jing, which is the origin of Wang Wei's name and ci. Wang Wei's poems, paintings and calligraphy are very famous, very versatile and proficient in music.
Together with Meng Haoran, they are called "Wang Meng".
7. What Mid-Autumn Festival poems miss my loved ones, such as from a pot of wine among the flowers and I Drink Alone? No one is with me? Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind. I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring. The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering. Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness. I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.
Mid-Autumn Festival (Tang Dynasty) Li Puhao's spirit ascended to heaven, and the fairy was silent among the clouds; A full round, accompanied by Wan Liyun; The sly rabbit falls the string, and the demon frog rests in front of him; Lingcha plans to go hand in hand until the Milky Way is completely clear.
In the Mid-Autumn Moon (Song Dynasty), Su Shi's twilight clouds were full of cold, and the silver-haired people silently turned to the tracts. This life is not a long night, where to see the bright moon next year.
"Tai Chang Yin" (Song) Xin Qiji's autumn shadow turned into a golden wave, flying the mirror and grinding it again. Ask Heng E about wine: What should I do if I am cheated by white hair! Take the wind, go up to Wan Li and look down at the mountains and rivers. Go dancing in Guangxi. Human nature is clearer.
Taiwanese folk song: "Mid-Autumn Thoughts" looks at geese alone, and misses mink for a thousand dollars; The autumn in my hometown recalls the bright moon, and the night terrors in foreign countries. My hand hasn't climbed over osmanthus, so it's still a banana; Climb the stairs to make a sad contribution and look at the western sky and the sea.
Bai Juyi: On the night of August 15th, I watched the moon in the pavilion. On the evening of August 15th last year, I was near the apricot garden near Qujiang Pool. On the night of August 15 this year, in front of Songpu Shatou Water Hall. Where is the hometown in the northwest and the full moon in the southeast. Yesterday, the wind blew and no one would meet. Tonight, the light is as clear as usual.
"Homesickness on a Moonlit Night" stars are thin and the moon is cold and easy to get rid of the Milky Way, and everything is silent. Where is Wan Li's Shanjia? I have a lot of worries when I come at night.
8. Poems describing homesickness: Two Poems of Biedongda in the Tang Dynasty: Huang Yun, thousands of miles away, shines in the daytime, and the north wind blows geese and snow.
A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks? Thousands of miles are dark, dark and faint, and the north wind blows snowflakes and heavy snow.
Don't worry about the road ahead, don't know the king of the world? A Farewell to Xin Qiji at Furong Inn in Tang Dynasty: Wang Changling entered Wu on a cold rainy night, and Chushan saw off guests.
Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith! Song Dynasty: Su Shi was drunk in the Mid-Autumn Festival. He wrote this article and was pregnant with his son.
When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time.
I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade. Dance and enjoy the shadow of the moon, which is in the world. The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self.
The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon has yin and yang, and there are gains and losses. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
"Spring Watch" Tang Dynasty: Du Fu's country is broken, and the vegetation is green in spring. 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.
In the Tang Dynasty, "Two Townships Linked Books One": He ran away from home when he was young, but his local accent did not change. When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from.