Now that the sun has set outside the scope of the west, those gullies have fallen down.
The moon in the moon pine is refreshing at night, and the sound of the wind is particularly clear.
There is almost no firewood in the mountains, and the birds have just returned to their resting place.
Ding promised to stay in the temple tonight and play the piano alone on the mountain road.
Hang it by the Xijiang River and wait for the moon to be pregnant with Li Bai.
Before the moon came out, the Wangjiang River flowed by itself.
Suddenly, the city is west of the country, and the jade hook hangs in the sky.
Although Su Hua can be recruited, Jing Qing can't travel.
I'm worried about Kimberly. I'm looking at the Magpie House.
Don't wait for Li Bai to drink.
Jade pot and green silk, it is too late to sell wine.
Hua Shan smiled at me just in time to win the trophy.
In the evening, under the east window, the warbler came again.
Spring breeze and drunkenness are very suitable today.
Jane yimei and Li Qingzhao
Lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.
Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
Yi Jiangnan Wen tingjun
After washing, I boarded the river pavilion alone and leaned against the bar to stare at the river.
Thousands of ships passed by, and no one expected to appear.
Broken-hearted Baipingzhou.
Sauvignon blanc Bai Juyi
Bianshui, Surabaya, flows to Guazhou ancient ferry, Wu Shan is a little sad.
Think of dragons, hate dragons, hate to rest when returning, and the moon people lean on the building.
Wu Fengqi Liu Yong
It's no problem to lean against a dangerous building. Looking forward to spring sorrow, the sky is dark. In the afterglow of grass and smoke. Who knows why I lean on the tracks silently?
I'm getting drunk. When drinking is a song, strong music is still tasteless. I don't regret widening my belt. It's worth getting tired for my coquetry.
Butterfly lotus technique
The threshold chrysanthemum is sad with smoke and blue tears, the curtain is light and cold, and the swallows fly away. The bright moon doesn't know how to leave sorrow and hate bitterness, and shines obliquely through Zhuhu Lake.
Last night, the west wind withered the trees, and I climbed the tall building alone and looked at the horizon.
Meet in
Alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook. Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn.
Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow. It's not just the general taste.
Qiao Jinmen Feng Yansi
When the wind blows, it brings a pool of spring water. Wandering in the fragrant path of Yuanyang, stroking the almond core with your hand.
Leaning on the railing by the pool, watching the fighting ducks, the Hosta on his head hangs obliquely. He missed his sweetheart all day, but he never came back, and suddenly he heard a magpie calling.
Li Chi Ngai
I live at the source of the Yangtze River.
You live at the end of the Yangtze River.
I miss you every day,
* * * Drink Yangtze River water.
When will the water stop?
When did this hatred ever happen?
May your heart be the same as mine,
Then my desire for you is meaningful.
Untitled Li shangyin
I met her a long time ago, but since we broke up, the time has become longer, the east wind has weakened and the flowers have faded.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
Guanju's Book of Songs
Guan Heming's osprey, accompanied by the small continent of the river. A beautiful and virtuous woman is a good spouse of a gentleman. Mix shepherd's purse and salvage it from left to right. My beautiful lady,
Ask for it. If you can't pursue it, the black nightclub misses her during the day. Miss Long, I can't sleep over and over again. Mix shepherd's purse and choose from left to right.
A beautiful and virtuous woman came to her with a couple and a couple. Pull shepherd's purse from left to right. A beautiful and virtuous woman rings the bell to please her.
Zi Jin's The Book of Songs
Qingqing is your collar, YY is my miss. If I didn't go to see you, didn't you get my letter?
Green is what you wear, and leisurely is my feeling. If I never visit you, can't you take the initiative?
Come on, always open your eyes, on this high tower. A day without seeing your face seems as long as March!
Jing NV Shi Jing
This quiet girl is so cute that she will come to the corner of my town. Deliberately hiding for me to find, scratching my head.
The quiet girl looks good. Give me a tong tube. Red has a bright red color. Love it is really a bright color.
This country exploits me, Meili Yi and is rare. It is not as beautiful as weeds, and beauty gives people deep affection.
Feng Qiu Qin Huang Ge is anonymous.
There is a kind of beauty that I will never forget. I want to go crazy if I can't see you for a day.
The phoenix flies high, and the four seas seek to burn. Helpless beauty, not in the east wall.
Use the piano instead of language. Tell me about it. When I see Xu Xi, comfort me.
Willing to match virtue with words and work together. I can't fly, which makes me fall.
Nineteen ancient poems about picking hibiscus in Shejiang River
Picking hibiscus by the river, Lanzeduo fragrant grass. Who is eager to leave? Thinking far away.
Looking back at my hometown, it's a long way. I am so sad to leave home!
2. What are the poems on the way home in the evening, anxious to return? Although I am in a foreign land, I have never forgotten all my poetry friends. I often look at the screen affectionately. I hope to see your surging poetry forum, which affects my nerves, locks my true feelings in the internet, and the keyboard is beating my thoughts and sending infinite thoughts back to my lovely hometown. The beautiful Gold Coast is fascinating. It can't be compared with the fertile soybeans, sorghum and vigorous seafood in my hometown. Not as good as the food in my hometown. The urban scenery of Qionglou Yuyu can't be compared with the chicken barking and the dog barking and the small bridge running water. The bustling market with neon lights is not as luxurious as that of a poet pushing a cup for a change. Let's catch a sea breeze and bring it back to the poets to enjoy the cool. Let's take a seafood home for poets to taste. Let's go back with a handful of seawater, let the poets bathe, let a seagull fly back and bring happiness and good luck to the poets. Anxious to return has already let go of her homesickness. No matter how wonderful the outside world is, it can't compare with the poet's discordant symphony.
The poem about going home is 1. In the guest house and Bingzhou, it is already ten first frost, and I miss Xianyang day and night. Liu Zao in Tang Dynasty: Traveling to the North
It has been ten years since I left my hometown, and my returning heart misses my hometown Xianyang day and night.
2. I can finally send my emissary? Geese, return to Luoyang. Wang Wan, a Tang native at the bottom of Beibao Mountain.
I don't know when the letter from home will arrive. I hope the geese returning from the north will take it to Luoyang.
3. Xian Yi, young and old, left home, and the local accent has not changed. When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from. "Two Hometown Couplets, Part I" Tang Dynasty: He
I left my hometown when I was young and didn't come back until my twilight years. Although my local accent hasn't changed, my hair on my temples has become sparse. None of the children knew me when they saw me. They asked with a smile, where did this guest come from?
4, this nocturne has the taste of breaking willows, and no one can afford to miss it. Spring Night in Los Angeles Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
In the music tonight, who will not miss home when they hear the "broken willow" in their hometown?
They said that the geese flying south came back this month. Birds don't enter, but I don't travel far to Lingnan. I don't know when, when can I return home? The wall of an inn in the north of Dayu Mountain in the Tang Dynasty is engraved with the words: Song Wenzhi.
In October of the lunar calendar, geese begin to fly south. It is said that they all turned back when they flew to Dayuling. Birds don't get in, but my trip is not over. I really don't know when and when I will be forgiven.
4. What are the poems waiting for my husband to come back at night? 1, from Shui Piao. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. _ _ Li Qingzhao's "A Prune, Red Lotus Root Fragrance and Jade Autumn"
It is no problem to cross Qian Fan, there is water everywhere in the twilight. _ _ Wen "Looking at Jiangnan, Wash and Dress"
Behind her closed window, why is she still waiting, looking at the glory of the autumn moon through the crystal glass? . _ _ Li Bai's Jade Family
4, only the running water in front of the building, if you miss me, stare at me all day. _ _ Li Qingzhao's Memories of Playing the Flute on Phoenix Terrace.
5, suddenly see the strange willow color, regret to teach the husband to find a print. _ _ Wang Changling in my heart forever
6. The girls here look at the same melancholy moon and light up our China soldiers. _ _ Shen Quan's Three Miscellaneous Poems, The Third
7. Xiao Xuan was sitting alone in a lovesick place, feeling bored. _ _ Shi Xiaoyou's "Beautiful, Cloudy, Light Rain"
I don't know how far you are. Sad and boring. _ _ Ouyang Xiu's "Lou Yuchun, I don't know your distance after parting"
9. Young women in the boudoir don't know what to worry about, and makeup goes to Cuilou in spring. _ _ Wang Changling in my heart forever
10, in Fuzhou, far away, she is looking at the moonlight, looking at it alone from the window of her room. _ _ Du Fu's Moonlit Night
1 1, lonely boudoir, gentle heart, sad heart. _ _ Li Qingzhao's "Dianjiang Lip Boudoir Thinking"
12, finally you want to return to China, and now my heart is breaking. _ _ Li Bai's Spring Thoughts
In twelve rooms, ladies dress up during the day and look at their masters from their fairy cottage. _ _ Feng Xue's Gong Ci
14, when the flowers are lonely, the courtyard door is closed, and the beauty is shoulder to shoulder with Qiong Xuan. _ _ Zhu Qingyu's Gong Ci/Gong Zhong Ci
15, Jing Quan entered the boudoir in the month, and Jintan was green and sad. _ _ Li Bai's Night Sitting
16, I went to Acacia in Qiu Lai in spring, but there was little information in autumn and spring. _ _ Yu is always in my heart.
17. When will Lang Jun arrive? I didn't want to see him from the beginning. _ _ Shi Naian's "Love Flower, Information from Another Mountain"
18, don't be a slut in Guanshan, keep an empty boudoir romantic mood. _ _ Xue Daoheng's salt yesterday.
19, the clouds are light and the wind is high, the leaves are flying around, the yard is cold and rainy, and the moss is slight, and the boudoir people quietly cover the screen. _ _ Gu Xun "Huanxi sand clouds, light winds and high leaves fly"
20, if you hate more, you can sit on your eyebrows. _ _ Yan Xuan's eight beats are pretty, and the yellow smoke willow is fine.'
2 1, the moon shines on the curtain, recalling your dreams. _ _ Mao Xizhen's "Bodhisattva Crossing the River, Pear Blossoms Full of Fragrant Snow"
22, dust condenses, incense covers the fog. _ _ Yan Shu's "A trip to Tasha, a clear sea without waves"
23, ruthless bright moon, sentient beings return to dreams, and go to the secluded boudoir together. _ _ Liu Ji's eye-catching Qiu Si
24. Do your best in Jiangnan, and don't meet people who leave. _ _ Yan "butterfly lovers dreams of entering the Jiangnan Waterway"
25, new crying marks old crying marks, sad people remember sad people. _ _ Wang Shifu's "December Yao Folk Songs, Bieqing"
26. Looking at the sky and clouds at dusk, walking and thinking of you, sitting and thinking of you. _ _ Tang Yin's "A plum, a rain, a pear".
27, cursive sentences, blue cloud words, low leisure and self-thinking. _ _ Tong Shinan's Ruan Langgui, Apricot Blossoms Drinks Rain and Drinks Sweet Dike.
5. In the poem "Going Home at Midnight", I wear makeup every two months. I have been scattered for thousands of years, and the flowers are about to fall to the end of the world, and the strings are rustling. Do you remember the smell? Prosperity is gone, who says it can't resist the fleeting time?
Oh ~ really? The armchair wine laughs all over the world, and a screen in the louver is a picture. Gherardini, complaining, she rolled up her sleeves and went home to dance, and met her beauty. Don't I remember? Prosperity is gone, who says it can't resist the fleeting time? Oh ~ yeah! Sleeping alone in Eden in the middle of the night, my heart is as cold as hemp. The moonlight is soft and bright, and the gauze penetrates the window first. I couldn't help singing a song in a euphemistic tone. Don't you remember? Prosperity is gone, who says it can't resist the fleeting time?
Oh ~ right? The sword-wielding commander shouted that Gan Kun wanted to settle down in the countryside. I left with tears in my eyes and watched plum blossoms under the moon. Zhu Ma told Mo not to wait until spring comes and summer comes before the fruit blooms. I don't remember! Under the long light, the prosperity is exhausted, who said that it can't resist the fleeting time? Oh ~ isn't it? .
6. Homesickness in homecoming poems
1. You come from my old country. Tell me what happened there! .
When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? (Wang Wei's miscellaneous poems)
2. I left home when I was young, and my local accent has not changed.
Where do children come from when they meet strangers? "He Zhang's" Homecoming Book ")
3. Leave the mountain to rest, winter will come, and spring will come.
The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home. Song Wenzhi "Crossing the Han River")
Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water.
Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.
... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.
I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. (Wang Wan's "A Stop at the foot of Beibao Mountain")
It's only seven days in spring and two years away from home.
The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom. (Xue Daoheng's "Homecoming")
6. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? .
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. (Li Bai's "Silent Night Thinking"
7. Whose rain flute flies in the dark, and the spring breeze permeates Los Angeles.
In this nocturne, everyone can't remember the national conditions. (Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night"