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Homesickness】 When it rains.

I was sitting in front of the window of the rain screen.

Thinking of you, my hometown.

Staring into the distance.

Involuntarily strolling in the rain.

Thinking of you again Coming back from the rainbow.

At dusk, I sat on the threshold of the night.

Miss you, my hometown.

Confused watching the sunset.

I miss you again Rising from the distant mountains at dusk.

The spring breeze blows away and the summer blooms.

Autumn leaves fall and winter snow fills the air.

You're colorful, you're six-colored.

It's the stars, it's the moon.

It's a happy little fish.

It's all the scenery.

It's my favorite hometown.

Homesickness] Homesickness.

Sit and stand under the sunset.

Bathed in warmth.

I also saw the withered tiled houses in my hometown.

I saw the old farmer's wrinkled hands.

Silent Night Thoughts", see Weishui Si Qinchuan",

Gui Yan", Chunxing",

Autumn Thoughts", September 9th Memories of Shandong Brothers",

Furong House sends Xin Gradually".

Fifteen nights looking at the moon.

Wang Jian's white arboreal crows in the atrium, cold dew and silent wet osmanthus.

Tonight, the moon is bright, and I don't know whose house the autumn thoughts are.

Qiu Si Zhang.

Seeing the autumn breeze in Luoyang City, I want to write a book.

The fear was said in a hurry, and the pedestrians opened it again.

The autumn wind leads Liu Yuxi.

Where is the autumn breeze?

Xiao Xiao sent a flock of geese.

Towards the courtyard tree, the lonely guest is the first to hear.

Sauvignon Blanc Nalan Sex.

A trip to the mountain, a trip to the water, the body to the side of Yuguan, a thousand tent lights in the middle of the night. The wind is changing, the snow is changing, the dream of the broken hometown cannot be realized, and there is no sound in the old garden.

Tianjingsha Qiusi.

Ma Zhiyuan, withered vines and old trees, crows, small bridges and flowing water, ancient roads and westerly windy thin horses. The sun is setting, and the heartbroken man is at the end of the world.

People think about Xue Daoheng every day.

It's only been seven days since spring, and it's been two years since I left home.

After the people return to the geese, they think in front of the flowers.

Docking boat Guazhou Wang Anshi.

Jingkou Guazhou is a water, Zhongshan is only separated by a few mountains.

The spring breeze is on the south bank of the Green River, when will the bright moon shine on me?

In the afterglow: "Homesickness".

Childhood. Nostalgia is a small stamp.

I'm on this end. Mother is over there.

When I grow up. Nostalgia is a narrow ticket.

I'm on this end. The bride is on that end.

Later, ah. Homesickness is a low grave.

I'm out there. Mother is inside.

And now. Nostalgia is a shallow strait.

I'm on this end. The continent is on that end.

Homesickness in the afterglow.

Nostalgia is a small stamp.

I'm on this end. Mother is over there.

Growing up, nostalgia is a narrow ticket.

I'm on this end. The bride is on that end.

Later, heh. Homesickness is a low grave.

I'm out there. Mother is inside.

And now. Nostalgia is a shallow strait.

I'm on this end. The continent is on that end.

Nostalgia The song of the hometown is a clear flute, which often sounds when there is a moon. The appearance of his hometown is a vague melancholy, as if waving goodbye in the fog. After parting.

The song of my hometown is a clear flute, which often sounds when there is a moon. After parting, nostalgia is a tree without annual rings, never aging.

Tianjingsha Qiusi.

Ma Zhiyuan, withered vines and old trees, crows, small bridges and flowing water, ancient roads and westerly windy thin horses. The sun is setting, and the heartbroken man is at the end of the world.

People think about Xue Daoheng every day.

It's only been seven days since spring, and it's been two years since I left home.

After the people return to the geese, they think in front of the flowers.

Docking boat Guazhou Wang Anshi.

Jingkou Guazhou is a water, Zhongshan is only separated by a few mountains.

The spring breeze is on the south bank of the Green River, when will the bright moon shine on me?

On September 9, I recalled Wang Wei, a brother in Shandong.

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

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

Homesickness - in the light.

When I was a child, nostalgia was a small stamp, I was at one end and my mother was at that end.

Growing up, nostalgia was a narrow ticket, I was on this end, and the bride was on the other side.

Later, nostalgia was a low grave, I was outside, and my mother was inside.

And now, nostalgia is a shallow strait, I am at this end, and the mainland is at that end.

Homesickness Xi Murong.

The song of the hometown is a clear flute.

It always rings on a moonlit night.

The face of his hometown is a vague melancholy.

It's like waving goodbye in the fog.

After parting, nostalgia is a tree without annual rings.

Never grow old.

The poems of homesickness are as follows:September 9 recalls the Shandong brothers.

Tang] Wang Wei. Alone in a foreign land as a stranger, every festival is full of relatives.

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

Sujian Dejiang. Tang] Meng Haoran.

Move the boat to park the smoke, and the sunset is new.

The wild sky is low and the trees are low, and Jiang Qingyue is close to people.

Miscellaneous poems. Tang] Wang Wei.

If you come from your hometown, you should know about your hometown.

In front of the window in the coming day, the cold plum blossoms?

Shangshan early travel. Tang] Wen Tingyun.

Get up in the morning to march to the priesthood, and go to the hometown of sorrow.

The sound of chickens is in the month of Maodian, and the track is frosty on the bridge.

Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, citrus aurantium flower Ming post wall.

Because of the dream of Du Ling, the wild goose is full of return to the pond.

Silent Night Thoughts. Tang] Li Bai.

The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground.

Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown.

Rain. Tang] Bai Juyi.

The fog is heavy today, and the rivers and mountains are deep here.

The sound of the beach is more urgent, and the gorge is cloudy.

Looking at the clouds and covering the eyes, homesick raindrops.

How will you comfort the solitude? Rely on this north window piano.

Cold food in the guest. Tang] Li Zhong.

The trip was cold food, homesick tear wipes.

The music book is broken outside the sky, and the peach and plum rain in spring.

There is no clue to drink, but there seems to be a reason for chanting.

Lose to his suburbs, how many people go to the green.

Autumn thoughts on the river bank. Tang] Du Xunhe.

Drive the horse by the river, nostalgia is born step by step.

Raise the whip and wave the willow color, and lose the sound of cicadas in your hand.

The autumn crops are long, and the cold clouds are about the ancient city.

The family is poor and has no land to return to farming.

Send friends on the river to travel south.

Tang] Zhang Qiao. Where nostalgia accumulates, the end of the world gathers turbulence.

The shore is long and the group is late, and the lake is wide and sails in autumn.

Buy wine and go through the fishing house, divide the lights and fishing boats.

When Xiaoxiang sees the geese, he should think of traveling alone.

He Zhizhang's "Returning to the Hometown Puppet Book".

When he left home and returned to his eldest child, his hometown accent has not changed, and his sideburns have declined.

When the children don't know each other, they smile and ask where the guests are from.

Mid-Autumn Moon (Yan Shu).

Ten rounds of frost shadows turn to the court, and this night is a lonely corner.

It may not be that Su'e has no hatred, the jade toad is cold, and the osmanthus is lonely.

Mid-Autumn Moon (Su Shi).

The twilight clouds are overflowing and cold, and Yinhan silently turns the jade plate.

This night is not good in this life, where will the bright moon look next year.

On the night of August 15th, the pavilion looked at the moon (Tang Bai Juyi).

On the night of August 15 in the past year, by the apricot orchard by the pond of Qujiang.

On the night of August 15 this year, in front of the Shatou Water Museum in Huangpu.

Where is the northwest looking township, and the southeast is full of the moon.

No one will blow when the wind blows yesterday, and tonight is as clear as in previous years. On a moonlit night, Tang Dufu broke the pedestrian line with drums, and the sound of geese in the autumn.

The dew is white from tonight, and the moon is the hometown of Ming.

There are brothers who are scattered, and there is no home to ask about life and death.

The length of the letter is not reached, and the army has not ceased to be suspended.

Miscellaneous poems by Tang Wang Wei.

You come from your hometown. You should know about your hometown.

In front of the window in the coming day, the cold plum is not blooming?

In the past, I went back, and the willows followed; Now I think about it, the rain and snow are falling.

--The Book of Songs. Lesser. Picking Rose".

Sad songs can be used as weeping, and distant looks can be angelica.

--Han Yuefu folk song "Song of Sorrow".

Humayi north wind, over the south branch of the bird's nest.

--Chinese. Nineteen ancient poems "Xingxing, Xingxing, Xingxing".

Whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three springs.

--Tang Dynasty. Meng Jiao's "The Wanderer's Yin".

The hometown is even more timid, and I dare not ask the person who comes-

--Tang Dynasty. Song Zhi asked "Du Da Yuling".

If you come from your hometown, you should know about your hometown. In front of the window in the coming day, the cold plum is not blooming?

--Tang Dynasty. Wang Wei's "Three Miscellaneous Poems".

Where is the hometown, forget unless you are drunk.

--Surname. Li Qingzhao "Bodhisattva Barbarian".

Tonight, the moon is bright, and I don't know whose house the autumn thoughts are.

--Tang Dynasty. Wang Jian, "Fifteenth Night Looking at the Moon and Sending Du Langzhong".

When people gradually feel that the hometown sounds different, they hate the sound of the warbler like the old mountain.

--Tang Dynasty. Sikong Tu "Five Comic Books".

Only the mirror lake in front of the door, the spring breeze does not change the old waves.

--Tang Dynasty. He Zhizhang "Two Songs of Returning to the Hometown".

When he left home and returned to his eldest child, his hometown accent has not changed, and his sideburns have declined.

--Tang Dynasty. He Zhizhang's "Returning to the Hometown Puppet Book".

The dew is white from tonight, and the moon is the hometown of Ming.

--Tang Dynasty. Du Fu's "Remembering My Brother on a Moonlit Night".

The days are far away, and the days of clothing and belts have slowed down.

--Chinese. Nineteen Ancient Poems. Lines and lines are repeated

After the people return to the geese, they think in front of the flowers.

--Sui. Xue Daoheng "People Think of Returning".

Away from hatred is just like spring grass, go farther and live.

--Southern Tang. Li Yu "Qing Ping Le".

Cut constantly, the reason is still messy, it is sorrowful. Don't be a general taste in your heart--- Li Yu's "Seeing Joy".

It's easy to see when it's hard to see at other times, and the flowing water falls and the flowers go in spring, heaven and earth.

--Li Yu "Waves and Sands".

Life is not seen, and it is like a participant.

--Tang Dynasty. Du Fu's "Gift to the Eight Guards".

Persuade you to have a glass of wine, and there is no reason to go out of Yangguan in the west.

--Tang Dynasty. Wang Wei's "Weicheng Song".

Don't worry about the road ahead, no one in the world knows you.

--Tang Dynasty. Gao Shi "Don't Dong Da".

Homesickness [Song] Li Jing.

People say that the sunset is the end of the world, and you can't see your home at the end of the world.

has hated Bishan to block, and Bishan is still covered by twilight clouds.

"Homesickness".

The song of Xi Murong's hometown is a clear flute.

It always rings on a moonlit night.

The face of his hometown is a vague melancholy.

It's like waving goodbye in the fog.

Homesickness after parting is a tree without annual rings.

Never grow old.