The Mid Autumn Festival is here, and my dad is working outside, and at this time I will think of Wan

Alone in a foreign land as a stranger, every festival is full of relatives.

Wang Wei "Dongxi Playing with the Moon".

The moon is from the broken mountain pass, and the end of the firewood gate is far away. Ten thousand trees are empty, and the night is in the clouds.

The light is like white, and the air and the wind are cold. The valley is quiet and the autumn spring sounds, and the rock is deep and green.

Clear the light into a dream, and the shadow hugs the sky. In the trance piano window, Songxi Xiao thought hard.

Wang Wei's "Pan Qianpi".

The autumn sky is self-evident, and the situation is far away from the world. Chang to the sand crane, and the clouds outside the mountain.

The clear waves are about to set, and the clear moon is leisurely. This night is lonely, and it has not been returned.

Wang Wei's "Giving Autumn Hanging Light".

The sky is cool and quiet, and the crystal understands the day and autumn. The round light contains ten thousand images, and the broken shadow enters the idle stream.

It is very different from the green and the dark, and it is the same as the Jiangdian float. The day is cloudy and the trees are different, and the oblique shadow is under the dangerous building.

Song Yuden was resentful, and Zhang Heng was sad. The afterglow is like a support, and the cloud road is long.

Wang Wei's "Clear as Jade Kettle Ice".

How to use the jade pot well, preferring Su Bingju. did not sell the Dan Day, but also according to the same Qishu.

There is no concealment in the embrace, and there is no doubt in the purity. The gas is like frost accumulation, and the light is more than a month.

Xiaoling flying magpie mirror, evening reflection gathering firefly book. If you compare with your husband, your heart is not as good as being pure. Autumn twilight in the mountain dwelling.

Wang Wei: After the new rain in Kongshan Mountain, the weather is late in autumn.

The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring stone is upstream.

The bamboo noise returns to the Huannu, and the lotus moves the fishing boat.

Feel free to sing spring songs, and the kings and grandsons can stay. Wang Wei "Dongxi Playing with the Moon".

The moon is from the broken mountain pass, and the end of the firewood gate is far away. Ten thousand trees are empty, and the night is in the clouds.

The light is like white, and the air and the wind are cold. The valley is quiet and the autumn spring sounds, and the rock is deep and green.

Clear the light into a dream, and the shadow hugs the sky. In the trance piano window, Songxi Xiao thought hard.

Wang Wei's "Pan Qianpi".

The autumn sky is self-evident, and the situation is far away from the world. Chang to the sand crane, and the clouds outside the mountain.

The clear waves are about to set, and the clear moon is leisurely. This night is lonely, and it has not been returned.

Wang Wei's "Giving Autumn Hanging Light".

The sky is cool and quiet, and the crystal understands the day and autumn. The round light contains ten thousand images, and the broken shadow enters the idle stream.

It is very different from the green and the dark, and it is the same as the Jiangdian float. The day is cloudy and the trees are different, and the oblique shadow is under the dangerous building.

Song Yuden was resentful, and Zhang Heng was sad. The afterglow is like a support, and the cloud road is long.

Wang Wei's "Clear as Jade Kettle Ice".

How to use the jade pot well, preferring Su Bingju. did not sell the Dan Day, but also according to the same Qishu.

There is no concealment in the embrace, and there is no doubt in the purity. The gas is like frost accumulation, and the light is more than a month.

On September 9, he recalled that the Shandong brothers Tang Wang Wei were alone in a foreign land as a stranger, and he missed his relatives every festival.

The remote knowledge brothers ascended to the heights, and there was one less person in the dogwood.

Alone in a foreign land as a stranger, every festival is full of relatives.

Full poem: "September 9th Memories of Shandong Brothers" Tang Wang Wei.

Alone in a foreign land as a stranger, every festival is full of relatives.

Knowing the Brothers Ascending Heights,. There is one less person in the dogwood.

August 15th Night Moon" one.

The full moon flies into the mirror, and the heart folds the big knife.

Turn the tent and go far away, and climb the laurel and look up to the sky.

The waterway is suspicious of frost and snow, and the forest dwells see feathers.

At this time, looking at the white rabbit, I want to count everything.

August 15th Night Moon (2).

Slightly down the Wushan Gorge, it is still called the White Emperor City.

The air is deep and the whole is dark, and the wheel is half bright.

Diao Dou is urging Hong to respect Xiao, toad and self-leaning.

Zhang Gong leaned on the remnants, and did not Yanhe alone send the Han family camp.