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Liuzao
It has been ten frost 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.
Thoughts in the dead of night
li po
Moonlight before bed,
People suspect that there is frost on the ground.
Looking up at the moon,
Keep your head down and miss your hometown.
Endless desire
Author: Nalan Xingde
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.
Interviewee: Feeling of Door-Scholar Level 2 8-23 08:47
It is already there. I offer a word, Liu Sanbian's.
Klang Ganzhou. Although not everyone is homesick, it is very accurate.
Du Fu's Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night
The drums of the defenders cut off people's communication, and a lonely goose was singing in autumn in the frontier.
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.
However, if there is something wrong with letters in peacetime, what can I expect in wartime? .
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,
Autumn wind songs
-Liu Yuxi
Where is the autumn wind?
Xiao Xiao sent the goose.
Chao lai ru Shu ting,
Lonely guests smell first. Think before and after.
Thoughts in the dead of night
Tianjin Sha Qiu Si
A traveler's song
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?
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.
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
When the messenger was leaving, I broke the seal again.
Nanpubie
In the bleak drudgery of Nanpu, the autumn wind is bleak.
At the sight of heartbroken, I dare not look back.
Wang Wei's miscellaneous poems
You come from my old country. Tell me what happened there! .
When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming?
Song Wenzhi's Crossing the Han River
Outside the ridge, the sound is broken, winter returns to winter and spring returns to spring.
The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home.
One of Wang Wan's berths at the foot of Beibao Mountain.
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.
Xue Daoheng's "Every Day Someone Homesick"
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.
Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night"
The sound of Yudi's flight was dark, and the spring breeze filled Los Angeles.
In this nocturne, everyone can't remember the national conditions.
Liu Zao's Journey to the North
It has been ten frost in Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night.
There is no reason to cross the Mulberry River, but I hope that Bingzhou is my hometown.
Full moon and fifteen nights, Wang Jian
There are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus in Coody Leng in the atrium.
Tonight, the moon is full of hope, and I don't know who Qiu Si will fall into.
Guan Shanyue Li Bai
A bright moon rises from Qilian Mountain and crosses the vast sea of clouds.
The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass.
At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai.
This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive.
The garrison soldier looked at the remote border town, and his hometown could not help but look sad.
The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away.
Li Bai drinks the bright moon alone
Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone.
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.
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.
Liuyueye
The moonlight is deeper than half a house, and the big dipper is withered south.
Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh.
Changshangyin
The mica screen was dyed red by thick candles, and the Milky Way gradually tilted towards the morning star.
Chang 'e, I must regret eating the elixir, and now I am alone, in the blue sky, singing every night.
Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty in August 15.
The full moon flies in the mirror and returns to the heart to fold the sword.
Turn the tent and travel far, climb the laurel and ascend to heaven.
The waterway is suspected of frost and snow, and the forest is covered with feathers.
At this time, I look forward to the white rabbit, and I want to count the autumnal equinox.
Du Fu's Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night
The drums of the defenders cut off people's communication, and a lonely goose was singing in autumn in the frontier.
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.
Zhang Jiuling, full moon Philip Burkart one.
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.
Shuang Li Yue Shang Yin
Just beginning to hear the chirping of the southern geese, the chirping of cicadas has disappeared, and I climbed to the top, looking as far as I can, and the water is natural.
The frost goddess and the moon are not afraid of the cold, and they are more beautiful and pure in the cold and frost recreation.
Meng Haoran is pregnant under the autumn night and the moon.
Autumn moon hangs in the sky and Guanghua is wet.
The surprised magpie has not settled, and the flying fireflies are rolling in.
The courtyard is sparsely shaded, and the sound of the neighboring night is urgent.
What is the ceremony? Look at the sky and stand. Wang Leehom leaves fall to the roots.
ChristianRandPhillips's hometown cloud
"The Moon of the Fifteenth" saxophone solo "Home" I hope it can help you!