1. Every winter solstice, I am accompanied by a hug lamp. If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers.
Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang, I want to write a meaningful book, but I am too anxious to say it. Pedestrians are leaving again.
3. On the night of August 15 this year, in front of the Shatou Water Museum in Songpu. Where is the hometown in the northwest and the full moon in the southeast.
4, the guest house has been in the state of ten frost, and the daily diary is Xianyang. Crossing the mulberry dry water for no reason, but I hope that Bingzhou is like my hometown.
5. A person is a stranger in a foreign land. Every holiday season, he misses his relatives twice, and he knows from a distance where his brother climbed, and there is one person missing from the dogwood.
6, the old vines are faint crows, the bridges are flowing, the ancient roads are sparse, the sun is setting, and the heartbroken people are in the end of the world.
7. One is riding on the mountain, the other is riding on the water, walking towards Guan Yu, and there are 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.
8, driving horses along the river, homesickness step by step. Raise the whip and wave the willow color, and then lose the cicada sound. Long road of autumn crops, about the ancient city of Leng Yun. When the family is poor, there is no land to return to the fields.
9. Wanderers listen to drums and autumn geese. 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.
10, the people in Lubei are absolutely dead, and the letter from Yunnan has not 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.