Verses that think about relatives must have authors

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

The dew is white from tonight, and the moon is the hometown of Ming. - Du Fu's "Remembering My Brother on a Moonlit Night".

The hometown is even more timid, and he doesn't dare to ask anyone. - Song Zhiwen's "Crossing the Han River".

A glass of turbid wine is thousands of miles away, and Yan Ran has no plan. ——Fan Zhongyan, "Fisherman's Proud Autumn Thought".

The sky is long, and the hometown is keen. ——Zhang Jiuling, "Xijiang Night Walk".

If you come from your hometown, you should know about your hometown. ——Wang Wei, "Three Miscellaneous Poems: Part II".

Where is Sunset Township? The Yanbo River makes people sad. ——Cui Hao, "Yellow Crane Tower, Climbing the Yellow Crane Tower".

The birds love the old forest, and the pond fish thinks about the old place. ——Tao Yuanming, "Returning to the Garden and Pastoral Home: Part I".

In this nocturne, I smell the willows, who can't afford the love of the old garden. ——Li Bai "Listening to the Flute in Luocheng on a Spring Night, Listening to the Flute in Luoyang City on a Spring Night".

I don't know where to blow the reed pipe, and I recruit people to look at the hometown overnight. ——Li Yi, "Listening to the Flute in the City at Night".

Alone in a foreign land as a stranger, every festival is full of relatives. ——Wang Wei, "Memories of Shandong Brothers on September 9, Memories of Shandong Brothers on September 9".

still pity the hometown water, thousands of miles to see off the boat. ——Li Bai "Farewell to Jingmen".

Looking at the bright moon together, we should cry, and the hometown heart is the same in five places overnight. ——Bai Juyi, "Feeling of the Moon".

There are poems that express the feelings of missing relatives and home.

Wang Wei's September 9 recalls the Shandong brothers.

Alone in a foreign land as a stranger, every festival to think of relatives, remote knowledge of the brother ascending to the heights, all over the dogwood less than one person.

Crossing the Han River. The Lingwaiyin book is broken, and the winter repeats the spring.

The hometown is even more timid, and he doesn't dare to ask anyone.

1. The dew is white from tonight, and the moon is the hometown of Ming. - Du Fu.

2. In this nocturne, I heard the willows, and no one could afford to love the old garden. - Li Bai.

3. Seeing the autumn breeze in Luoyang City, I want to write a book. - Zhang Ji.

4. The spring breeze and the south bank of the Green River, when will the bright moon shine on me. - Wang Anshi.

5. The hometown thinks of thousands of miles tonight, and the frost temples are another year in the Ming Dynasty. - Gao Shi.

September 9 recalls the Shandong brothers.

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.

Mochizuki Huaiyuan Tang) Zhang Jiuling.

The moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time.

The lover complains about the night, and he is lovesick at night.

The candle is extinguished, and the light is full, and the clothes are dewed.

It's unbearable to give away, and it's a good time to sleep.

Tonight, the moon in Yanzhou, the boudoir only looks alone.

Take pity on the little children, and finally remember Chang'an.

The fragrant mist is wet, and the clear jade arm is cold.

When to lean on the false pretense, the tears of the double shine are dry.

Furong House sent Xin Gradually.

Wang Changling entered Wu in the cold rain all day and night, and sent guests to Chushan Gu in Pingming.

Luoyang relatives and friends asked each other, and a piece of ice was in the jade pot.

But I was sad and bored. Constant compassion and compassion. I am sad and sad. Feelings are depressed and incomprehensible. Dying, lonely. Mourning and crying silently. Thinking of retribution is extinct. Thanks.

Emotional tearing. Mother and brother are forever hidden. I want to describe the devastation in the west. Feeling the sun and spring, thinking of kindness. There is no reason to see the road. Looking at the south mountain, he sighed. Feeling the machine cane and sobbing pills. Nian Chou Xixi's mother and brother are here.

The heart is easy and long-lived. It's gone, and it's untraceable. The heart is poor but sad. There is no place to go. The relics are shattered and repentant. Who should sue in the middle of the night. Alone in tears, hugging and mourning. The sun is going forward.

Thinking about the heart. Love is born of tears. The mother of the jujube is not arrogant. Gu Zistool Bu Ran was pitiful. Sue the sky and the sky is not heard. Tears like rain and sighs into clouds. I want to abandon my worries and find a return. The pain is unstoppable. ,5,