Look at the moonlight in front of the bed, will it have frost? .
Looking up at the mountains and the moon, and sinking again, I suddenly remembered home.
Living in the mountains in winter and homesick-Zhou He
The wilderness began to be strict and the sky was clear and cloudless.
Trees are cold and birds are rare, and monks are rare in the mountains.
Collect the snow from the back window of the sun and open the furnace to release the inkstone ice.
I suddenly returned to my old country and wanted to live in Xiling.
Homesickness outside the river
Wei Zhuang
I am always outside. Every spring, I am alone in the country, sitting under a tree and drinking. The trees on the tree should also know my homesickness.
Seeing the setting sun on the river bank, it seems that my heart has been torn into pieces of willow leaves.
As a stranger in a foreign land,
Please think twice about your relatives during the festival.
Know where the brothers climb,
There is one person missing from the dogwood.
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.
It was as sand as snow before returning to Yuefeng.
The moon outside the city is like frost.
I don't know where to play the flute,
One night's recruitment is all about hometown.
The cold light in the hotel stayed alone and didn't sleep, and the guest turned sad.
My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty.
The rain in the early morning moistened the dust of the land, the inn of the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and a new leaf
Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west.
When I was a child, homesickness was a small stamp. My mother grew up there, and homesickness is a narrow ticket. I'm here and the bride is there. Later, homesickness was a low grave. I'm outside and my mother is inside. Homesickness is now a shallow strait. I am on this continent and there.
Thoughts in the dead of night
Look at the moonlight in front of the bed, will it have frost? .
Looking up at the mountains and the moon, and sinking again, I suddenly remembered home.
Nostalgia in winter
-Zhou He
The wilderness began to be strict and the sky was clear and cloudless.
Trees are cold and birds are rare, and monks are rare in the mountains.
Collect the snow from the back window of the sun and open the furnace to release the inkstone ice.
I suddenly returned to my old country and wanted to live in Xiling.
Homesickness outside the river
Wei Zhuang
I am always outside. Every spring, I am alone in the country, sitting under a tree and drinking. The trees on the tree should also know my homesickness.
Seeing the setting sun on the river bank, it seems that my heart has been torn into pieces of willow leaves.
As a stranger in a foreign land,
Please think twice about your relatives during the festival.
Know where the brothers climb,
There is one person missing from the dogwood.
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.
It was as sand as snow before returning to Yuefeng.
The moon outside the city is like frost.
I don't know where to play the flute,
One night's recruitment is all about hometown.
The cold light in the hotel stayed alone and didn't sleep, and the guest turned sad.
My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty.
The rain in the early morning moistened the dust of the land, the inn of the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and a new leaf
Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west.