Poems about thinking about relatives with the ancients in autumn, and poems about missing relatives

Qiu Si Zhang Ji.

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.

Poems about autumn:

Mountain Dwelling Autumn Twilight" [Tang] Wang Wei.

After the new rain in the empty mountains, 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 rest in spring, and the kings and grandchildren can stay.

Autumn Nocturne" [Tang] Wang Wei.

Guilu was born in the autumn dew, and Qingluo was thin and did not change clothes.

Yinzheng has been diligent for a long time, and he can't bear to return to the empty room.

Midnight Autumn Song" [Tang] Li Bai.

Chang'an is a month, and thousands of households pound clothes.

The autumn wind blows endlessly, and it is always a jade relationship.

He Riping Hulu, the beloved man went on an expedition.

Autumn Dengxuancheng Xie Wei North Building" [Tang] Li Bai.

The river city is picturesque, and the mountains look at the clear sky. The rain catches the mirror, and the double bridge falls into the rainbow.

The people are cold orange grapefruit, and the autumn color is old sycamore. Who reads the north upstairs, and the wind is full of thanks.

Su Jiandejiang [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.

Autumn Denglan Mountain sent Zhang Wu [Tang] Meng Haoran.

In the white clouds of the North Mountain, the hermit is happy. Looking at each other and climbing high, the heart flies away with the geese.

Sorrow is due to the twilight, and the prosperity is the autumn hair. When I saw the people returning to the village, the sand crossed the head to rest.

The trees on the horizon are like camellias, and the riverside continent is like the moon. Why should he bring wine and get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival.

Autumn Evening [Tang] Du Mu.

The silver candle autumn light cold painting screen, light Luo small fan fluttering fireflies.

The night is as cool as water, and you can sit and watch the morning glory Vega.

Ascending" [Tang] Du Fu.

The wind is urgent, the sky is high, the ape is howling, and the white bird flies back.

Boundless falling trees and Xiao Xiao, endless Yangtze River rolling.

He is often a guest in the sad autumn, and he has been on stage alone for more than a hundred years.

Hardship, bitterness, hatred, frost and sideburns, pouring down a new turbid wine glass.

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.

The verses of missing loved ones in autumn are as follows:

The autumn wind is blowing, and the clouds are flying. The clouds are summer, and the clouds are wide. The clouds of sorrow roll up with hatred, and they fall and turn into rain.

The rain hits the autumn window, knocking on the bamboo and singing the corridor. The red lotus is fragrant, and the residual lotus listens to the rain. Ji Yue Xinlang, thousands of miles of affection.

The wind, clouds, rain, and moon in autumn all play the tune of homesickness.

Homesickness. People live for a lifetime, and the grass and trees are autumn. The twilight years are approaching, the leaves fall back to the roots, the wanderer travels far away, and there are always various reasons that cannot be honored. "The clouds travel all day long, and the wanderer does not come for a long time. "The poetry is full of nostalgia.

Life is a parting. In the midst of farewell after farewell, we grow and we mature. From the youthful and enthusiastic longing for the end of the world, to the homesickness and sentimentality in the twilight years, people are worth tens of thousands of dollars at home thousands of miles away.

A page of paper is full of the homeland that is difficult to leave. Even if there is no pen and paper, a greeting has to be reported to thousands of people.

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.

Don Zhang's "Autumn Thoughts".

The old garden looks at the east of the road is long, and the tears of the two-sleeved dragon bell are not dry.

Immediately meet without paper and pen, and report peace with the words of the king.

Tang Cen Shen "The Envoy to Beijing".

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.

Tang Du Fu's "Memories of My Brother on a Moonlit Night".

Flesh and blood affection is the most difficult to part with feelings, and the brotherhood that grows up together is a lifelong bond. A letter to the family, a sustenance of longing. Brothers are like siblings and mothers, we are naughty together, grow together, travel together, and eventually go to each other one day and one day.

The thoughts that can't be contained in the envelope are always revealed in true feelings.