Think of my brothers on a moonlit night.
Du Fu
A vagrant heard the drums heralding the battle, which was the first call of a wild goose on the border 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.
Inward collapse
Du Fu
The length of a line is 4 thousand Li, and Hu rode for five or six years. The vegetation weakened and went beyond the sword, and the soldiers blocked the old river.
I miss my home, but I miss my brother. I watch the clouds and sleep during the day. I heard that Heyang was going to win, and Stuart was worried about Youyan.
Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my brothers in Shandong.
Wang Wei
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.
A brief but pleasant encounter with my brother-in-law "meets by chance, just for parting"
Li yi
After nearly ten years of war and displacement, adults meet unexpectedly. I didn't know my name for the first time. I was surprised when I first saw my name. I called my name and remembered that old face.
Talking about the changes of the world after parting, I have been talking about the temple bells at dusk. Tomorrow you are going to climb the old Baling Road in Qiushan. I wonder how much weight there is?
The two brothers have been separated since the chaos in Henan. Because of the feeling of watching the full moon, I told my book and gave it to Brother Fuliang, Brother Yu Qian and Brother Wujiang, as well as to Liv and his siblings.
Bai Juyi
When times are hard, the world is empty, and my brothers and sisters run around. 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.
The following two songs are sung with brothers and have nothing to do with caring, but they are also a kind of brotherly joy:
Singing bamboo with my brother Hua Zangyuan in Junting.
Wang Anshi
A glimpse of four summer sleeping mats, how long will it last? People are thin when they are born with compassion, and even more rigid when they are old.
I once shared the rain and dew with Artemisia selengensis, and finally sought the frost with pine and cypress. I'm tired of plants that take root and sprout. I want to ask Linglun to learn from Phoenix.
Hezi is nostalgic for Mianchi.
Su Shi
What is life like everywhere? It should be like flying in snow. I accidentally left my fingers and claws in the mud, and Hong Fei was driving that complicated thing.
The old monk is dead and has become a new tower. There is no reason to look at the old topic with a broken wall. I still remember that rugged past, when people on the road were sleepy and hissing.