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Don Kong Shaoan.
Falling Leaves" Falling leaves in early autumn are scattered like a guest heart. Flipping over the flight did not want to go down, still reminiscing about the old forest.
Don Song asked.
Title: "The Wild Moon Flying Goose in the South", it is rumored that this time. I have not done anything yet, when will I return?
The tide of Jiang Jing began to fall, and the forest was dim. In the Ming Dynasty, looking at the countryside, you should see Lingtou Mei.
Tang Wang Wei, "Memories of Shandong Brothers on September 9th".
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.
Don Lee Bai.
Silent Night Thoughts" 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.
Don Lee Bai.
Guan Shanyue" The bright moon rises out of the Tianshan Mountains, and the vast sea of clouds. The long wind is tens of thousands of miles, blowing the Yumen Pass.
Hanxia Baideng Road, Hu peep into Qinghai Bay. came to the battlefield, but no one returned.
The soldiers looked at the border towns, and thought about how bitter they were. High-rise buildings are at this night, sighing is not idle.
Don Gao Shi "Except for the Night".
The cold lights of the hotel never sleep, and the guest's heart turned sad. Hometown thinks of thousands of miles tonight, frost sideburns tomorrow another year.
Don Du Fu.
Fireflies are fortunate to come out of the rotten grass and dare to fly close to the sun. Before the book, you can order guest clothes.
The mantle is small with the wind, and the rain looks at the forest. The frost is heavy in October, and there are no rules.
Don Du Fu.
Remembering the Brother on a Moonlit Night" The drums cut off the pedestrians, 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 there is no truce.
Don Dai Shulun, "Landscape of Zhizhi River".
Panasonic spear pavilion is cool in May, and Tingsha cloud trees are blue in late. Pedestrians think about the infinite autumn wind, and the green mountains across the water are like hometowns.
Don Li Yi, "Boating".
The willow flower flew into the boat, and the water was led to the water flow. Hearing that the scenery is full of poplars, the sky is sunny and looks at the township building.
Tang Li Yi, "Listening to the Flute in the Surrendered City at Night".
The sand is like snow in front of Huile Peak, and the moon outside the city is like frost. I don't know where to blow the reed pipe, and I recruit people to look at the hometown overnight.
Tang Zhang, "Autumn Thoughts".
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.
Song Wang Anshi, "Docking the Boat in Guazhou".
There is a water room in Guazhou in Beijing, and there are only a few mountains in between. The spring breeze and the south bank of the Green River, when will the bright moon shine on me.
I hope mine can help you, satisfied with the words
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Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown.
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Don Kong Shaoan.
Falling Leaves" Falling leaves in early autumn are scattered like a guest heart. Flipping over the flight did not want to go down, still reminiscing about the old forest.
Don Song asked.
Title: "The Wild Moon Flying Goose in the South", it is rumored that this time. I have not done anything yet, when will I return?
The tide of Jiang Jing began to fall, and the forest was dim. In the Ming Dynasty, looking at the countryside, you should see Lingtou Mei.
Tang Wang Wei, "Memories of Shandong Brothers on September 9th".
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.
Don Lee Bai.
Silent Night Thoughts" 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.
Don Lee Bai.
Guan Shanyue" The bright moon rises out of the Tianshan Mountains, and the vast sea of clouds. The long wind is tens of thousands of miles, blowing the Yumen Pass.
Hanxia Baideng Road, Hu peep into Qinghai Bay. came to the battlefield, but no one returned.
The soldiers looked at the border towns, and thought about how bitter they were. High-rise buildings are at this night, sighing is not idle.
Don Gao Shi "Except for the Night".
The cold lights of the hotel never sleep, and the guest's heart turned sad. Hometown thinks of thousands of miles tonight, frost sideburns tomorrow another year.
Don Du Fu.
Fireflies are fortunate to come out of the rotten grass and dare to fly close to the sun. Before the book, you can order guest clothes.
The mantle is small with the wind, and the rain looks at the forest. The frost is heavy in October, and there are no rules.
Don Du Fu.
Remembering the Brother on a Moonlit Night" The drums cut off the pedestrians, 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 there is no truce.
Don Dai Shulun, "Landscape of Zhizhi River".
Panasonic spear pavilion is cool in May, and Tingsha cloud trees are blue in late. Pedestrians think about the infinite autumn wind, and the green mountains across the water are like hometowns.
Don Li Yi, "Boating".
The willow flower flew into the boat, and the water was led to the water flow. Hearing that the scenery is full of poplars, the sky is sunny and looks at the township building.
Tang Li Yi, "Listening to the Flute in the Surrendered City at Night".
The sand is like snow in front of Huile Peak, and the moon outside the city is like frost. I don't know where to blow the reed pipe, and I recruit people to look at the hometown overnight.
Tang Zhang, "Autumn Thoughts".
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.
Song Wang Anshi, "Docking the Boat in Guazhou".
There is a water room in Guazhou in Beijing, and there are only a few mountains in between. The spring breeze and the south bank of the Green River, when will the bright moon shine on me.
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1, "Silent Night Thoughts" - 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.
2, "Returning to the Hometown Doll Book" - He Zhizhang.
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.
3, "September 9th Memories of Shandong Brothers" - 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.
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Alone in a foreign land as a stranger, every festival is full of relatives.
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The ancient poems of homesickness are, the author of "Tianjingsha Autumn Thought" is Ma Zhiyuan, the whole poem: withered vines and old trees, faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, and thin horses on the ancient road west wind. The sun is setting, and the heartbroken man is at the end of the world.
This poem is a metaphor for the scene, vividly expressing the sorrow of a person who has been living in a foreign land for a long time. The first three lines are all composed of noun phrases, listing a total of nine scenes, which is concise and meaningful.
The branches of the old trees wrapped in dead vines perched crows that returned to their nests at dusk, and the gurgling water under the small bridge reflected the smoke of several houses. On the desolate ancient road, facing the bleak autumn wind, a wanderer on a thin horse walked slowly. The sun has long since sunk to the west, and the wanderer who has not returned is still far away.
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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, bow your head and think of your hometown - Tang. Li Bai "Silent Night Thoughts".
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. Tang Dynasty. Wang Wei, "Memories of Shandong Brothers on September 9th".
The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is deep in spring.
When I feel the tears, I hate the birds.
The beacon fire lasted for three months, and the family letter was worth 10,000 dollars.
The whitehead scratching is shorter, and the hairpin is overwhelming.
The cold lights of the hotel never sleep, and the guest's heart turned sad.
The hometown thinks of thousands of miles tonight, and the frost sideburns are another year in the Ming Dynasty. Except for the night to make Tang Gao suitable for the mother's chanting.
The line in the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt.
Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late.
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? (Wang Wei: "Miscellaneous Poems") left home and returned to the eldest child, and the hometown accent has not changed and the sideburns have declined.
When the children don't know each other, they smile and ask where the guests are from. (He Zhizhang: "Returning to the Hometown Puppet Book").
The Lingwaiyin book is broken, and the winter is restored to spring.
The hometown is even more timid, and he doesn't dare to ask anyone. (Song Zhiwen: "Crossing the Han River").
Outside the green mountains of Klook, in front of the green water.
The tide is wide on both sides, and the wind is hanging.
The sea is born in the night, and the people of Jiangchun are old.
Where to reach the township book, return to the side of Yanluoyang. (Wang Wan: "Under the Solid Mountain in the Second North").
It has only been seven days since the spring of the year, and it has been two years since he left home.
After the people return to the geese, they think in front of the flowers. (Xue Daoheng: "People Think of Returning").
Whose jade flute flew darkly, scattered into the spring breeze full of Los Angeles.
In this nocturne, I smell the willows, who can't afford the love of the old garden. (Li Bai: "Listening to the Flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night") The guest house and the state have been frosty, and the heart remembers Xianyang day and night.
For no reason, he crossed the dry water, but he looked at the state as his hometown. (Liu Soo: "Traveling to Shuo Fang").
The drums cut off the pedestrians, 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. (Du Fu: "Remembering My Brother on a Moonlit Night").
Whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three springs.
Yellow Crane Tower, Qingchuan Calendar, Hanyang Tree, Grass and Parrot Island.
Where is the sunset township, and the Yanbo River makes people worried.
The dew is white from tonight, and the moon is the hometown of Ming --- Tang. (Du Fu: "Remembering My Brother on a Moonlit Night").
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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.
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Silent Night Thoughts [Tang].
The bright moonlight in front of Li Bai's 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.
Rainy [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.
Homesick for [Tang] Buxie.
Lubei pedestrians are absolute, and Yunnan has not returned the letter.
The flowers in front of the court are not swept, and the willows outside the door are climbed.
Sitting for a long time to sell silver candles, worrying about reducing jade face.
Suspense autumn night moon, thousands of miles to take care of the mountain.
Homesick in the winter mountains.
Tang] Zhou He. Ohno began to be strict, and the clouds and the sky were clear.
The trees are cold and scarce, and the mountains are rarely monks.
Collect the snow in the window on the back day, and open the furnace to release inkstone ice.
Suddenly returned to his homeland, and wanted to live in Xiling.
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