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Poetry about loving hometown

1. Homesickness Poem: Quiet Night Thinking (Tang Dynasty) Li Bai's foot is bright, is there frost? .

I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. "A note to friends in the north on a rainy night" (Tang Dynasty) Li Shangyin asked that the return date was undecided, and the rain rose in the autumn pool in the evening.

When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night. "Looking at the Post Station" (Tang) Bai Juyi Jing' an's home has a window willow, and flowers are thrown on the ground in front of the post station.

Two beautiful springs, on the same day; At this time, family members miss their relatives outside, and people outside miss their families. "Nanpu Bie" (Tang) Bai Juyi Nanpu is sad, and the west wind is curling in autumn.

Turn back immediately, my heart is broken, so I can leave and don't look back. "I miss my home at night in winter in Handan" (Tang) Bai Juyi's "Winter in Handan", accompanied by a knee lamp shadow.

If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers. "Dengguazhou" (Northern Song Dynasty) Wang Anshi's Jingkou Guazhou is a water room, and Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains.

The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home? Farewell to Jingmen Ferry (Tang) Li Bai sailed to Jingmen Ferry, and soon you will be with southerners. At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness.

The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces. The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.

New Year's Works (Tang Dynasty) The New Year only deepened my yearning for Liu Changqing and added a lonely tear to an exile. People who are exiled in old age rush ahead of me in spring.

The monkey came down from the mountain and pestered me. I was tortured like a bodyguard, so when will this day come?

Qiu Si (Tang Dynasty) Zhang Ji saw the autumn wind in Luoyang City and wanted the writer to write a meaningful book. When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him.

"Sauvignon Blanc" (Qing) Nalanxing Deshan is a journey, the water is a journey, the body is going, and the night is a thousand lights. When the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, and there is no such sound in the garden.

In addition to the night work (Tang) hotel, the cold light alone does not sleep, why does the guest's heart become sad? My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty. Miscellaneous Poems (Tang Dynasty) Wang Wei, you come from my old country and tell me what happened there! .

Leaning against the window and opening the first cold flower tomorrow? ? "Mountain Holidays Miss Shandong Brothers" (Tang Dynasty) Wang Wei is a stranger in a foreign land, and he misses his relatives every holiday. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.

Singin' in the Rain, Tang Juyi, Tanke Sashige, is deep here. In autumn, the sound of the beach is more urgent and the canyon is overcast.

Looking at the clouds to cover your eyes, homesick for raindrops. How will you comfort your loneliness? Thanks to this north window piano.

"Cold food is in the guest" Li Tang's trip is cold food, homesick tears. The sound book is broken in the sky, and the peach and plum spring rain.

Not in the mood to drink, but there is reason to sing. How many people lost outside his suburbs and went out for an outing.

"Qiu Si by the River" Don Du Xunhe drove his horse down the river, and his homesickness grew step by step. Raise the whip and wave the willow color, and then lose the cicada sound.

Long road of autumn crops, about the ancient city of Leng Yun. The family is poor and rich, and there is no land to return to farming.

"Seeing Friends Crossing the South of the Yangtze River" Where is the homesickness in Tang Zhang Qiao, the world is turbulent. The shore is long and the group is late, and the lake is wide and sails in autumn.

Buy wine over fishermen, divide the lights and fish the boat. When Xiaoxiang sees a goose, it is advisable to travel alone.

"Tianjingsha Qiu Si" [Yuan] The old vines in Ma Zhiyuan are faint, the bridges are flowing, and the ancient roads are thin and thin. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

"Seeing Friends Crossing the South of the Yangtze River" Where is the homesickness in Tang Zhang Qiao, the world is turbulent. The shore is long and the group is late, and the lake is wide and sails in autumn.

Buy wine over fishermen, divide the lights and fish the boat. When Xiaoxiang sees a goose, it is advisable to travel alone.

"Homesickness" Tang did not thank for going north, and the letter from Yunnan did not return. If you don't sweep the flowers in front of the court, you will climb the willow outside the door.

Selling silver candles after sitting for a long time will lose face. Hanging in the autumn night, Wan Li shines on the mountains.

Homesickness Beyond the River Tang Wei Zhuang is sad in a foreign land every spring, and Du Qu oriole knows it. Seeing the setting sun on the river bank, it seems that my heart has been torn into pieces of willow leaves.

A berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain, Wang Wan, under the green hill, we meandered forward, me and my boat, 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.

2. About the ancient poem 1 "The Wind" about Li Qiao (Tang) who praised and loved his hometown.

It can blow off the golden leaves in autumn and bloom beautiful flowers in spring.

When crossing the thousands of feet waves, the bamboo poles are inclined.

2 "Looking at the Heron Tower" Wang Zhihuan (Tang)

The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea.

By going up one flight of stairs, look further.

3 "Spring Dawn" Meng Haoran (Tang)

Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep.

How many flowers fall after a stormy night.

There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I heard a voice.

Yǐng walked into the deep forest and shone back on me from the moss.

5 "Silent Night Thinking" Li Bai (Tang)

The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?

I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.

6 "quatrains" (1)

Du Fu has beautiful scenery and fragrant flowers and plants in spring breeze.

Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach.

7. "Jiang Xue" Liu Zongyuan (Tang)

There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths.

A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.

Baby propped up the boat and stole Bai Lianhua back.

He didn't know how to hide the trail. The duckweed on the water left a boat on the trail.

9 "Compassion for Farmers" ① (Tang)

If you plant a millet in spring, you will reap 10,000 seeds in autumn.

There are no idle fields in the four seas, and farmers starve to death!

10 "sympathy for farmers" (2) (Tang)

At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil.

Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?

1 1 Message for the absent Jia Dao (Tang)

When I asked your students under a pine tree, "my teacher," he replied, "went to pick herbs."

However, through these clouds, how can I know which corner of the mountain it is facing? .

12 Li Shangyin, Leyuan Scenic Area (Tang)

In the evening, I was unhappy and drove to Gu.

Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.

13 People come and go on the river, but they love the beauty of perch.

Look at those poor fishermen, floating up and down in the big waves and rocking in the boats.

14 "Summer quatrains" Li Qingzhao (Song)

Live and be a man among men; Die and become the soul in the soul.

Today, people still miss Xiang Yu because he refused to live and returned to the East.

15 "See" Yuan Mei (Qing)

The shepherd boy rides an ox and sings the forest and the moon.

Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand by the tree silently.

16 All water is light green and blue. You can swim with the fine stones and look directly at them. (Wu Jun and Zhu Shu)

17 Wang Wei: Julie Hall

I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song.

It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.

Wei Wang: Goodbye.

Seeing friends off in the mountains, Chai Men is half hidden at sunset.

Spring grass will grow green next year, my friend, will you come back?

19 Wang Wei: Acacia

When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches.

People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention.

20 Li Bai: Resentment

How beautiful she is, opening the pearly window sash, how quietly she leans against it, and how troubled her forehead is! .

You can see the bright tears on her cheeks now, but you can't see the man she loves so much?

Is it okay?

Love poems about hometown (ancient times) 1. In the past, I was gone, and the willows were reluctant; I think about it today, it's raining -> 2. Mourning can make you cry, but looking far away can make you return to China-Folk Songs of Han Yuefu > 3. Humayi North Wind, Crossing the South Branch of Bird's Nest-Nineteen Ancient Poems of Han Dynasty > 4. But how much affection does an inch of grass have-Don Meng Jiao > 5. Now, approaching my village and meeting people, I dare not ask a question-Tang Song Wen Zhi > 6. You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! When you passed my window, was the plum blossom Han Mei's flower? -Tang Wang Wei > 7. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home. Where is your hometown? Unless you are drunk, forget it-photo by Song Liqing > 9. I miss my relatives more during the festive season-Tang Wangwei > 10. I don't know who will fall at the moon tonight-Tang Wangjian > 1 1. Everyone is getting unfamiliar with the local accent, but they hate the warbler sound like Laoshan-Downs Kontu > 12. Only the lake is reflected in front of the door, and the spring breeze does not change the old waves-Tang He Zhang Zhi > 13. Teenagers leave home, old people return, and the local accent remains the same. -Tang He Zhang Zhi > 14. He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! -Tang Du Fu >; 15. Sadness is more than sadness. Parting-Warring States. Chu. Qu Yuan > 16. The day of parting is far away, but the day of clothing is slow-Han. > 17. After the wild goose falls, the flowers bloom before the moon falls-Sui Xue Daoheng > 18. Stay away from hatred like grass in spring. You can go further and live-Li Yu in Southern Tang Dynasty > 19. If you keep cutting, the reason is still chaotic, which means leaving sadness. Especially the general taste is in your heart-Li Yu > 20. It's easier to see when you're away. The water is gone in spring. It's heaven and earth-Li Yu > 2 1. It is almost as difficult for friends to meet each other. As for the stars in the morning and evening-Don Du Fu >; 22. Advise you to drink one more glass of wine. There is no reason to go abroad-Don Wang Wei > 23. Mochow has no bosom friend in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows a gentleman-Tang > 24. Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet, not as good as Wang Lun —— Li Bai > 25. The last time we met in the flowers, in the flowers where we parted, it has been a year since it bloomed today-Don Wei Wu Ying > 26. Long before I met her, time had passed, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind has started, and a hundred flowers are blooming-Don Li Shangyin > 27. Candles have a heart to say goodbye and cry for others until dawn. -Don Mutu > 28 years old. If there is no north-south road outside the door, people should avoid sad parting-Don Mutu > 29. Peach, plum, spring breeze, a glass of wine, a lamp for ten years. -Huang Song Ting Jian > 30. Alone at the bottom of the river, the moonlight is like water. Where are the people who came to see the moon together? The scenery is vaguely like last year-Tang > 3 1. There should be no hate. When will it grow into a circle? -stone >.

4. The love for hometown described in the poem is past lives and Yangliuyiyi; It rained when I thought of it today.

People miss Xue Daoheng every day.

After the wild goose falls, people think about flowers before.

Return to my hometown Book II Tanghe Zhangzhi

I have been away from my hometown for many years, and I have been here half the time recently.

Only the front of the courtyard is the mirror of the lake, and the spring breeze does not reduce the old waves.

Du Fu, the younger brother of Moonlit Night.

A vagrant heard drums heralding battle, and geese sang in autumn. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!

Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Books are often not delivered. What can I expect in wartime? .

Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my brother Wang Wei in Shandong.

I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.

I know from a distance where my brother climbed, and there is one person missing from the dogwood.

5. Love the ancient hometown poem "Returning to the Garden"-Tao Yuanming has no rhyme, and he loves mountains and rivers. He fell into the dust net by mistake for 30 years. He made the birds fall in love with the old forest, and the fish in the pond missed the source. He returned to the garden after reclaiming wasteland. There are more than ten acres of square houses and eight or nine thatched houses. He is in front of Li Tao Luotang. He is warm and far away.

Peace is not like it, but like it. Solitary smoke begins with others. It's foggy and rainy, and the sound of chickens and dogs makes you fidget.

However, Huang Dui was not respected, and Bu Lao also advised him to plow. The old man is seventy years old and ashamed of the fragrance of bamboo shoots and ferns in the spring mountains.

Did you smell the rhyme and forget the taste? In recent March, there was no salt. The stick wrapped in rice hurried away, and the green money changed hands.

Winning children's pronunciation is good, and it is better to be in the city for a year and a half. I'm ashamed of stealing money and forgetting it, but you're sad at the end of the year.

You don't have to wait for the kite to fall, you can swim less in life. Tour Shanxi Village-[Song] Lu You doesn't laugh at the muddy wine of farmers, but raises enough chickens and dolphins in good years.

There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay. Qingpingle Village Residence-Author: Xin Qiji's eaves are low and small, and the streams are covered with green grass.

When you are drunk, your voice is charming and your hair is white. The big boy hoes beans and flows east, while the middle boy weaves chicken cages; I like children and scoundrels best, lying on the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers.

Pastoral color painting-now Zhu's poems are full of pastoral scenery and beautiful landscape paintings. A pastoral song disturbs dreams, and millions of cooking fumes stir up homesickness.

Pass by Meng Haoran, an old friend village, and prepare chicken and rice for me. Old friend, you entertain me on your farm. Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.

Banquet nursery, holding cups to talk about Sang Ma. Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.

Rain over the mountain village-one or two chickens crow in Wang Jian's rain, and the roads and bridges in Zhuxi Village are inclined. Mother-in-law called a silkworm bath and watched gardenias in the atrium.

A letter from my cabin in Wangchuan to Pei Di-Wang Wei, now the mountain is cold and blue, and the autumn water has been flowing all day. At the door of my thatched cottage, leaning on my cane, I listened to the cicadas singing in the evening breeze.

Sunset lingers at the ferry, and the smoke from supper rises from the house. Oh, when will I make a wish to the great hermit again and sing a wild poem under five willows? .

Qingpingle village residence-Xin Qiji has low eaves and green grass on the stream. When you are drunk, your voice is charming and your hair is white.

The eldest son is hoeing bean creek in the east, and the second son is knitting a chicken coop. He likes children scoundrels best, lying at the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers. Walking down Mount Zhongnan, I went to Li Bai, a good pillow and bowl in Hu Si, and walked down the blue mountain in the evening. Moonlight was my way home.

Looking back at the mountain path, the mountains are green and boundless. When Hushan people came to his home, the children hurriedly opened Chai Men.

Into the bamboo forest, through the quiet path, green roses and branches brushed passers-by. I'm glad to have a chance to have a rest, drink and chat.

Sing a melody that is too loose, and the Milky Way is sparse. When I was drunk, my friend was so happy that Tao Ran forgot his machine.

"Four Seasons of Pastoral Fun"-The mud mirror of the newly-built farm in Fan Chengda is flat, and every household grows rice while first frost. Laughter thundered and flail rang all night.

April in the countryside-Weng Juan is full of mountains and plains, and the sound of Zigui is drizzling like smoke. In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.

"New Cool"-Ji Xu's water is full of rice leaves, and the sun shines through the trees and the smoke is low. Orioles also love new cool and good, flying over the green hills and singing in the shadows.

Romantic son--Sun Guangxian Maoshe Jinli Opera. Chickens and dogs go from south to north.

The leaves are long, the water is boiling, and the spring waves outside the door are green. Listen to knitting and speak quickly.

Shuttle back and forth in the house. Partridge sky-Su Shilin has broken mountains and hidden walls, cicada grass withers and small ponds.

When you turn it over, you can always see the blank bird. Press the pink color and it will smell sweet. Outside the hut, beside the ancient city, sticks and quinoa turned to the sunset.

Diligence It rained all night last night, which made it cool for a day. Village scene-Chen blew the trumpet at dusk to smell ghosts and supported the pole to see the geese.

Silkworms go upstairs, mulberry leaves are few, and there are many rice seedlings at the water-singing car. "Boats covered with white bamboo awnings are occasionally borrowed by Chang Bao to play by the village" —— Under the thatched eaves of Lu You, it is drizzling and wet, and the river is Leng Xue.

I don't love Xianggong Jin, but I envy his long white-covered boat. Two Confessions of Tucun's Entry into the North Temple —— Wang Anshi's Going Out of the Field and Dividing Yin and Ye with the City.

Skiing across the canal, strolling in Jasper, and lying in bed in Huang Yun. Thin hibiscus smoke is stained with fat, and deep-water musk deer burns.

At sunset, people disappear and chickens flock. "Caotang"-Lu You peeled and pecked at the Caotang, and elegant fork master.

The new wall breaks the tortoise omen, and the tile breaks the fish scale. Red grain is used to cook millet, and green smoke is used to pay the bill.

Sleeping in bed will make the dog very cold. "Caotang"-Xu Hun Yanyan went to the autumn pond, and the family became lively from then on.

Move the vegetables to distant water, collect the fruits and freeze them. The pheasant is slippery, and the mountain teacher bakes fragrant tea.

When guests come and have wine, they live in Maotang. Xiao Si, a mountain village-Yushuimen stores grain and millet, and the neighboring Weng Shuitou lives.

There are waves in the south at present, and it rained in Xichuan last night. The shepherd boy has a short beard and a waist flute full of smoke.

Mo Wen waterside people ride cattle along the mountain. Autumn night in the mountains-Tang Wangwei, an empty mountain after the rain, stands in the autumn night.

The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.

Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time. Jinghe, a mountain with many mangrove temples.

Zhong Xuan is full of homesick tears, and Zhang Shuidong flows like jade waves. And Sanxiang poetry Tang Gaoqu Qian Shan Wanshan north and south, Che Xuan who does not miss home.

Being alone will make you sad, for fear of hurting peaches and plums. Homesick Tang Emei Mountain is like oil, pity me not to sail.

When the sails leave Gimpo, the songs will flow in unison. Li Bai lanling wine tulip, jade bowl full of amber light.

But I got the host drunk and didn't know where it was. Wang Wei is in a foreign land and misses his relatives every holiday.

When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. Patriotism: Wen Song Tianxiang from the Yangtze River swam downwind in the North Sea for several days and returned from the Yangtze River.

My heart is a magnet, which doesn't mean that the South won't rest. Joined the army in Tang Wang Changling, Qinghai Changyun Dark Snow Mountain, overlooking Yumenguan in the lonely city.

Yellow sand wears golden armor in hundreds of battles, but the loulan is not returned. When Tang Wang Changling came out of the Qin Dynasty, the bright moon was in the sky, the Han Dynasty was closed, and the Long March people did not return.

If Wei Qing, who attacked Longcheng, and Li Guang, the flying general, were alive today, the Huns would not be allowed to go south to spend their horses in Yinshan. When he was young, Wei was born in Yulin Lang and became an official in the Han Dynasty. At the beginning, he fought Yuyang in the name of a title of generals in ancient times.

Who knows the pain of not going to the border, even if you are killed, you still have a chivalrous fragrance. Liu, the judge of Wuwei School, marched in Yunxi. Cen Can volcano is sparsely populated in May. Seeing that your horses are dying like birds, all of them are camping in Taibai West, and the horn blows.

And Zhang Pushe, Don Lu Lun, high in the faint moonlight, geese are soaring and Tatar chiefs escape from the darkness. I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives.

When I was young, I went to Tang Linghu to bow, and the sword shone with frost. Autumn wind takes me out of Chengyang, and I don't accept the land of Hehuang in Tian Zi. I don't want to look back at my hometown. In summer, Song Liqing was born a great man and died a ghost.

Today, people still miss Xiang Yu because he refused to live and returned to the East. Shi eryou died. I know that everything is empty, but I am sad to see Kyushu.

Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news! Yue Fei, a song that is popular all over the river, rushes to the crown with anger, leaning against the bar and raining.

Look up.

6. Looking up at the ancient poem 1 about loving hometown, I found that it was moonlight, and then it sank, and I suddenly remembered home.

-Li Bai's "Silent Night Thinking" in the Tang Dynasty. 2. When * * * was cutting candles at the west window, he talked about the late rain. -Li Shangyin's "A Short Message to a Northern Friend on a Rainy Night" in the Tang Dynasty. 3. Two spring colors are the same day, and people are homesick.

-Bai Juyi's "Looking at the Post Station" in the Tang Dynasty. At first glance, my intestines are broken and I can't go back. -Tang Bai Juyi's Nanpu Bie 5. If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about people who travel far away.

-Tang Bai Juyi's "Thinking about Hometown from Winter to Night" 6. The spring breeze in Jiang Nanan is green. When will the bright moon shine on me? -Wang Anshi's "Dengguazhou" in the Northern Song Dynasty 7. The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles. -Li Bai's "Seeing Friends Off at Jingmen Ferry" in the Tang Dynasty. 8. Repeated fear, unspeakable haste, pedestrians will open again.

-Qiu Si by Zhang Ji in Tang Dynasty 9. What will comfort you? Thanks to this north window piano. -Bai Juyi's "Rain and Rain" In the Tang Dynasty (10), the dream of breaking homesickness was lost, and there was no such sound in my hometown.

-Sauvignon Blanc of Nalan Xingde in Qing Dynasty.

7. Collect some poems that love my hometown and meet the cultivators in the first spring.

Author: Liu Zongyuan Dynasty: Tang Dynasty

Nan Chuchun came early and was proud of keeping out the cold.

Vilen unearthed paste, Bai Zhe entered the camp.

Before decorating the scenery in the suburbs, people plow the fields occasionally.

There are birds in the garden, and Zhuze Xinquan is clear.

Farming is sincere and simple, and imprisonment hinders life.

Therefore, the pool is going to be abandoned, and the mu is made of hazelnuts.

Yin Mu has connections, but he has accomplished nothing.

From Tian's words, I want to express my feelings.

I stroked Lei Lei as soon as possible and looked back at the clouds.

Homesick poems/stones/homesickness/

8. What are the ancient poems that express love for hometown? 1. "Silent Night Thinking" Tang Libai

The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?

I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.

2. Tang He's "Zhang Zhi" is one of the "hometown couplet books"

Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed.

When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from.

3. "Homecoming Book" Two Tang Dynasties and Zhang Zhi

I have been away from my hometown for many years, and I have been half-dead recently.

Only the front of the courtyard is the mirror of the lake, and the spring breeze does not reduce the old waves.

4. Tang's "Mountain Holiday"

I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.

When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.

5. "Moonlight Billion My Boy" Tang Du Fu

A vagrant heard drums heralding battle, and geese sang in autumn. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!

Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Delivering books is often late. What can we expect in a war? .

6. "Firefly" Tang Du Fu

Fortunately, I dare to fly near the sun because of the rotten grass. You can order guest clothes when you are not near the book.

The curtain was blown small by the wind, and Dai Yu looked at Lin Wei. The frost is heavy in October, and it drifts irregularly.

7. On the night cry on the wall of Yi Li's surrender hall

The sand in front of Lefeng is as white as snow, and the moonlight outside the city is like autumn frost.

I don't know where the bleak reed flute blows and I look at my hometown all night.

8. "Dengguazhou" Wang Song Anshi

Guazhou in Jingkou is separated by several mountains.

Jiang Nanan spring breeze is green, when will the bright moon shine on me?

9. Tangwang Bay is moored at the bottom of Beibao Mountain.

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.

10. Qiu Si Tang Zhang Ji

The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city, and my wandering son doesn't know how his relatives in his hometown are; Writing a letter to peace has too much to say and I don't know where to start.

When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him.