Poems that miss home when the autumn wind rings.

1. What are the poems about homesickness in autumn wind?

What are the poems about autumn wind missing hometown? 1. Autumn homesick poems.

Autumn wind and autumn rain turn cold, and I miss my loved ones and want to break my heart.

My parents fell asleep together last night and woke up in tears. Wang Wei in "I miss my Shandong brothers on vacation in the mountains" is in a foreign land and misses my relatives every holiday. He knew from a distance that one person was missing everywhere where his brother climbed the mountain. It's rainy and foggy, and it's easy to live. There are deep mountains and rivers here. In autumn, the sound of the beach is more urgent and the canyon is overcast. Looking at the clouds, he misses home and raindrops. How did he comfort you? According to the north window piano, neixiang county village road is Bai Juyi, the sun is soft, the wild road is cool, and the tired horse slowly misses home. Things in autumn in Weicun should be like this, with red dates, pears and yellow rice ears. The melody of the song is blowing, the people in the faucet sing Weng, the water is flowing, the trees are yellow, and they are homesick. The wind in Ma Si is very urgent, and the geese are meditating on the cold clouds. In the last month, Lin Ming's sword and halberd were born. It's noisy when people return. It's near Zhongqingye Temple, far from Jiangcun. When I saw the homesickness letter, I heard the tears of an ape. A person in Wan Li, the moon is unbearable. When I moved to Beijing in late autumn, I thought about sending Li Jiayou and Song Yu to complain and Zhang Heng to worry about four things. When I feel homesick, I want to leave the water flowing eastward. Leaning against the tree to see the yellow leaves, tell everyone about hoary head. Don't miss the moment, the sunset will climb the stairs. Gu Wei treasures the remaining gold. He was depressed and did not fly away, but paid attention to the monarch's heart. Look at the clouds in Zhao Tuo in autumn, and the Han Palace moves in high autumn. When the stars are flying, geese are flying and flutes are leaning against the building. The purple is half-blooming, the chrysanthemum is quiet, and the red skirt worries about the lotus. Although the perch is beautiful, Dai Nanguan learns that Chu is empty. In the autumn of the city, I look forward to Lang Shiyuan. You went to the south alone. The wind turns to frost and cold, and the clouds are surprised by the moon. The traffic has wings and no shadow. Looking at the sky, homesickness is everywhere. Yunmeng Old Town looks at the Rongyu site in autumn and wants to visit the old town when you board it. When personnel change, water flows for thousands of years. There is sound in the dream, and Jingmen tree is autumn. The clouds didn't disperse. Who despises homesickness? After illness, the guests said that Ada and Shihua were leaving their heads, and the dark insects were fading into homesickness. The predecessors went to the empty court at dusk and saw the autumn banana. After the exam, they heard the cicada's feelings, and the manager often misses home when he is in a foreign land. Now, after listening to the name, Fang Huan has traveled all over the country. Song only in the afternoon, autumn wind reported to the court. He feels good. The cool breeze blew up homesickness. Pedestrians look from afar, sad, white waves and green maple all over the north building. On the river, send friends south. Where there is homesickness in Zhang Qiao, there is turmoil in the end of the world. The shore is long and the night is long, and the lake is wide and sails in autumn. Buy wine and fish at the fisherman's house, and share the lights and fish boats. Xiaoxiang should think of traveling alone when he sees the geese. Kun sent his brother from Jiangnan to fight in Jianshan for two years, and his home was in Songjiang Whitewater. It is not easy to transfer to Yantai to get a salary. I longed for flying south, and it rained all over the sky to Tingzhou. Qiu Si, a native of Luoyang, saw the autumn wind and wanted to write a meaningful book. The fear of reappearance is endless, and pedestrians come to Kaifeng again. I am disappointed by the wind and rain in the mountain country. The bamboos in Qiu Si are separated by dawn, and the cool wind is like my hometown. I was surprised by the rising sun in autumn, and I felt something sitting on the front porch. Jiang Yanfei is still exhausted, and pomegranates are scattered all over the mountain. In my dream, I have a feeling of being separated from the mountain. I didn't see the goose's feet in my hometown bookstall, but I watched the crescent moon vomit a moth eyebrow. Linqing Pavilion is tired of climbing willows, while Bitan Lake is picking lotus. I didn't see the people at the foot of the horse, and the battle was fierce at the beginning of the cloud pile. Willow in Zhouhe, Qiu Si has grown to Qiu Si, while Chutian is still mowing the grass. It was a heart attack. I lost a lot of leaves at night. It's drizzling, the city is noisy and the sun is setting. I am far from home. I see trees in front of the courtyard and birds in the nest in the south branch. Li Shangyin and Yan Yan Manlin, in Gaoqiu, I hope to sing a long song. The road on earth is dangerous in Tongjiang, and the mountains on the horizon are only in Yuyuan. The sun shines on the flowers and clouds come from the city. Homesickness for three years, a new year, can not help but worry. Don Yan Qian, a pavilion on the Pujin River, is clear in autumn rain. Qu Lan's sadness is always a reason. It hurts more to miss the past, and this situation is full of mourning. Seeing the guests off to the west of Xuxuan Ranch, Zou Sheng laughed and listened to the autumn wind in Mojie River. Looking at the homesickness of the guests, they are still further east of Tu Shan. Liu Cang in Wenyang Hotel feels good, but how is the road? It is raining outside the window. Fast and smoke. Xing Wu and Qiu Si's two poems, Chen Tao, tirelessly admire the moon, and there are clouds and trees in the end of the world. What do you mean? There is rain in Tingzhou, and Baiping is like Xiaoxiang today. In the evening, the fish dream of the south, the water is high in the day, and the white clouds are left behind. By the river, Qiu Si and Du Xunhe rushed to the river with horses, and their homesickness was born step by step. There is no land to cultivate. Qiu Si, a general, has been waiting for the pavilion by the river since he was a teenager, and the birds are waiting for the smoke. Although the poet misses the moon, he loves autumn. His fame is illusory, but he is too poor to worry about it. He lost his life and pitied the fisherman. His boat overflowed in the waves. Qiu Si Lu You, whose dew is thick and ripe, made his debut in the morning. Shang skipped the good life and was strong enough to go home. In autumn, he looks forward to a thousand land trips. Ancient inscriptions and pre-Qin inscriptions. A statue of a man who doesn't hate food or rice is better than going upstairs to remember his hometown. Singing Lu You's official residence drama is ashamed of fame, and the world is full of fun in the next year. A court full of fallen leaves, hate Taiwan, Wan Li old. If you don't plan for tomorrow, you will be sad if you go upstairs. A fishing boat is as big as an extraordinary son, and it can live in the mountains. Gu made the mistake of An Shi Rebellion. Nostalgia is like a chain. I know that my eyes were dull in the past, and I am more afraid that my hair will fall from this point. I complained that Chen's tenderness and coldness invaded my account, making it a little cold. The guest's tears failed. I expect the yellow flowers will wither. When can I have them back? The building is lonely and has a long leak. Dark and sad, half sad and half homesick. Shen Ying's years are like arrows, only one hand is in the Mid-Autumn Festival. Last year, seagulls and geese went to Tingzhou. They go back to the past, look for the past and solve their problems. Their fame and wealth have been decided before, and when they arrive in Ann, they will stay there for a long time. Fortunately, youth is tempered and has nothing to do for a long time. Don't worry. They often put wine among flowers.

2. What poems remind you of homesickness when you see the autumn wind?

Xin Qiji —— Shuilong Hidden in the Hall of Health Tian Xin

In autumn, the south is empty and desolate, the river flows with the sky, and autumn is even more boundless.

Seeing the mountains in the distance will only cause me sadness and resentment at the end of the country. These mountains are like a hairpin and a spiral coil on a woman's head.

The sun in the west leans against this floor, and geese are barking in the distant sky. I am wandering in the south of the Yangtze River, homesick for a wanderer.

I watched Wu Gou, made a column, and no one attended.

Don't say that the bass is ugly. Zephyr and Jiying haven't come back yet?

People like Xu Si who only buy land for themselves should be ashamed to see Liu Bei who is brilliant and complete in these two aspects.

Unfortunately, time passes like running water. I'm really worried about the country's ups and downs. As Huan Wen said, the trees have grown so much!

I beg someone to invite those girls who sing in red and green to wipe away the tears of the hero's frustration for me!

The answer on the first floor should be relatively consistent, but there is an allusion to the word above. Zhang, bass stew, water shield soup.

3. Ancient poems about autumn or homesickness

Du Mu-Xing Shan

Winding along the rocky path in Lengshan Town.

A home uncovered in floating white clouds

Parking LAM Raymond likes to sit up late.

The frosty autumn leaves are redder than the flowers in February.

Zhang Ji-Night parking near Fengqiao

Frosty night,

Jiang Feng sleeps in the fire.

Hanshan Temple outside Gusu,

The midnight bell arrived at the passenger ship.

Bai Juyi-Pipa Hang

In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn.

I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music.

Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon.

We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left.

We followed the direction of the melody and asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered.

We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again.

However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us.

... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings.

Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life.

She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit.

She brushed the strings, slowly twisted, swept and plucked, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones.

Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets.

Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade.

Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice.

The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings condense, and the condensation will never stop.

The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.

A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons.

Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.

The east ship was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering the river.

She tied it thoughtfully on the rope, stood up and smoothed her clothes, serious and polite.

Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill.

She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians.

Song often impressed people, and her beauty envied all the leading dancers.

How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song.

And the blood color of the skirt was stained by wine, China.

Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention.

Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared.

There were fewer and fewer cars and horses in front of the door, and finally she married herself to a businessman.

Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago.

And she has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary. Around the cabin, the moon and the river are cold.

Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears.

Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder.

We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? .

A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile.

Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year.

My residence is near the town by the river, low and humid, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes.

What can you hear here in the morning and evening? ? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing.

I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the morning of spring with flowers and the night of autumn with moonlight shining.

Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears.

Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music.

Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. I will write a Long song about guitar. ..

... she was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder.

Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces.

But which of them cried the most? , this Jiujiang officer. My blue sleeves are wet.

Meng Haoran —— Reading Zhang Qiu Deng Lan Shan

On the north peak in the white clouds,

You have found your quiet place.

Try to climb the other side of the mountain,

If the heart flies, the bird dies.

A quiet evening may seem a little sad,

If the weather is not so cool and sunny this autumn.

I looked at the river bank and the villagers who went home.

Rest on the beach until the ferry comes back.

There are trees on the horizon, like a row of grass.

Ships are like the moon by the river.

I hope you can come to see me and bring a basket of wine.

* * * Drunk Double Ninth Festival.

"Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains" Tang

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at 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.

Military commander's view of climbing the mountain in autumn in Liu Changqing Temple

Gutai is always homesick in autumn. There are few people in the wild temple, and Yunfeng is separated by water depth.

The sunset clings to the old city, and the clear sound echoes in the empty forest. Southern dynasties, what's left? , today alone in the Yangtze River.

Autumn night Tang Wangwei

At the beginning of the month, the moon rises, the autumn tea is thin, and the thin silk gown does not change clothes.

The long night is full of affectionate silver, guarding the empty room with fear and jealousy, and can't bear to sleep.

Midnight Qiu Ge Tang Libai

There is moonlight in Chang 'an, and all the families in Yi Dao are there.

The autumn wind blew Yi Dao's voice, and every household remembered the people guarding the border.

When will the border war be settled and when will my husband end his expedition?

4. Autumn homesick poems

Did you find the right one? Mid-autumn festival 1. The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rough.

(Cao Cao: Looking at the Sea) 2. If you drop three autumn leaves, you can blossom in February. (Li Qiao: Wind) 3. If you plant a millet in spring, you will reap 10,000 seeds in autumn.

(Li Shen: Compassion for Farmers) 4. I am always afraid that the autumn festival will come and the leaves of yellow flowers will wither. ("Han Yuefu? Long song ") 5. Outside the window is the autumn snow in Xiling, and the Wu Dong Wan Li boat is moored at the door.

(Du Fu: "Jueju") 6. The lake and the moon set each other off, and the windless mirror on the pool surface was not polished. (Liu Yuxi: "Looking at Dongting") 7. Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is better than spring.

(Liu Yuxi: "Autumn Ci") 8. Qiu Guang drew a cold screen with a silver candle and waved a small fan to drive away fireflies. (Du Mu: Autumn Night) 9. When is the spring flower and autumn moon, how much is known about the past.

(Li Yu: Yu Meiren) 10. I want to say that I'm still resting, but I know it's cold and autumn is here. (Xin Qiji: "Ugly Slave? This book is in the middle of this mountain. ) homesick poem 0 1. Oh, ask this river flowing eastward, whether it can go further than the love of friends! ? -Li Bai 02. I advise you to have a glass of wine. It's unreasonable to go out in the west.

-Wang Wei 03. Where is the sun curtain sail, the horizon breaks people's intestines. -Meng Haoran 04. The solitary sail overlooks the blue sky and only sees the Yangtze River flowing in the sky.

-Li Bai 05. Know yourself in the sea, and heaven is still our neighbor. Wang Bo 06. Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home.

-Li Bai 07. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away. -Su Shi 08. A stranger in a foreign land misses his relatives on holidays.

-Wang Wei 09. If you want to become hundreds of billions, go to the peak to see your hometown. -Liu Zongyuan 10. You asked about the uncertain return date, and the rain rose in the autumn pool at night.

-Li Shangyin 1 1. Spring breeze and green Jiang Nanan, when will the bright moon shine on me? -Wang Anshi 12. I don't know where to blow reeds, hoping to find my hometown overnight.

-Li Yi 13. I will think of you in the clouds, so think of me in the sunset. -Li Bai 14. You left for no reason.

-Xu Shu 15. I know that the human heart is not like a tree, so people don't like flowers. -Xiao Zixian 16. It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming.

—— Li Shangyin 17. It's embarrassing to know when lovesickness will meet. -Li Bai 18. Endlessness is sorrow, and the end of the world is thoughts.

-Yan Shu 19. I don't know how far you have gone, desolate and boring! -Ouyang Xiu 20. It rained on the leaves of the plane for three nights, and the leaves were leaving. -Zhou Zizhi 2 1. Disappointed with Xiaoying's broken moon, say goodbye.

From then on, sound insulation and dust prevention. -Wei Zhuang 22. Affection hurts parting since ancient times, which is more comparable to the cold autumn festival.

-Liu Yong 23. This past year should be a good time and a good scene. -Liu Yong 24. Sorrow is causing chaos and flying more strangely.

-Zhang Xian 25. Sorrow fades away, like spring water. -Ouyang Xiu 26. I gave the road to the people who returned to Julia, and people's writing gradually became unknown, and they returned empty-handed.

-Zhou Bangyan 27. I'm afraid to leave my arms, but I have a lot to say. -Li Qingzhao 28. Looking at the place, I have added new worries since then.

-Li Qingzhao 29. I immediately shed tears on my soul clothes, which is really self-sufficient. -Cheng Gai 30. Where to synthesize sorrow, autumn will keep people's hearts.

-Wu Wenying 3 1. The rain tonight will definitely turn into acacia. -Liu Ji 32. Let people disappear without words, and the drizzle covers the door.

-Yang Shen 33. Everything is for nothing, and tears flow first. -Li Qingzhao 34. When is infinity because you miss people and don't hate them? -Liu Yong 35. The bright moon building rests alone, and the wine turns into sorrow and tears.

-Fan Zhongyan 36. Tired of the end of the world, go back to the mountain road and look forward to your hometown. -Su Shi 37. Two spring scenes will be completed on the same day, and people will be homesick.

-Bai Juyi 38. Tonight, the moon is full of hope. I wonder who will fall in Qiu Si? -Wang Jian 39. Who hears the broken willow in this serenade, can't help but miss his hometown? -Li Bai 40. The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world. -Zhang Jiuling 4 1. He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! .

-Du Yong 42. If relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other, a piece of ice heart is in the jade pot. -Wang Changling 43. Don't worry about the road ahead, no one in the world knows you! -Gao Shi 44. Green hills follow the clouds and rain, and the bright moon has been in two townships.

-Wang Changling 45. This time, brother, what a sad sentence! Li Qingzhao 46. Nothing can eliminate this feeling, only frown, only mind. -Li Qingzhao 47. How much sorrow can you have, just like a river flowing eastward.

-Li Wei 48. Being far away from hate is like spring grass, which is still alive as it goes further and further. -Li Wei 49. Everyone has come to this matter and has no intention of avoiding it.

-Fan Zhongyan 50. If you keep cutting, you will be confused. It is the sadness of parting, especially the general taste in your heart. -Li yu51. Sadness is broken and drunk for no reason. Before the wine arrives, it turns into tears.

-Fan Zhongyan 52. Being a riverside person is full of tears and worries. Don't worry, my friend's prince, you're gone again.

-Bai Juyi 54. You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! . Did the plum blossom when you came to the engraved window of my house? -Wang Wei 55. I would rather love my hometown than two thousand gold from other places.

56. A duckweed belongs to the sea and will be somewhere tomorrow! 57. A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't lost his mind. 58. Beauty is not beautiful, hometown water, relatives are not close, hometown people.

People don't know where to go, but peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze. -Cui Hu 60. I didn't see it last year. I cried Man Chun's shirt and sleeves.

-Ouyang xiu 6 1. Where are all the people who come to play with the moon? The scenery is still the same as last year. -Zhao Wei 62. But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with swords, it is even more sad to raise our glasses.

-Li Bai 63. Poverty for a long time, only endless acacia.

5. What ancient poems describe the author's homesickness in autumn?

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Lipper

The foot of my bed is shining so brightly,

Is there frost already? .

Looking up, I found it was moonlight.

I sank again and suddenly remembered home.

Qiu Si.

Ji Zhang

Look at the autumn wind in Luoyang,

The writer's book is full of meaning.

I can't talk about it in a hurry

Pedestrians came and opened again.

The pride of Qiu Si fishermen

fan zhongyan

Qiu Lai has different scenery,

Nobody cares about Hengyang goose.

The four sides are connected by sound,

Thousands of miles away,

Long smoke and sunset, isolated city closed.

A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home.

Ran Yan didn't return to nothing.

There is frost everywhere in Guanqiang,

People don't sleep,

The general was white-haired and in tears.

6. Accumulate ancient poems about missing hometown in autumn wind. About autumn, you have to miss home.

Wang Wei in "I miss my Shandong brothers on vacation in the mountains" is in a foreign land and misses my relatives every holiday. He knew from a distance that one person was missing everywhere where his brother climbed the mountain. It's rainy and foggy, and it's easy to live. There are deep mountains and rivers here. In autumn, the sound of the beach is more urgent and the canyon is overcast. Looking at the clouds, he misses home and raindrops. How did he comfort you? According to the north window piano, neixiang county village road is Bai Juyi, the sun is soft, the wild road is cool, and the tired horse slowly misses home. Things in autumn in Weicun should be like this, with red dates, pears and yellow rice ears. The melody of the song is blowing, the people in the faucet sing Weng, the water is flowing, the trees are yellow, and they are homesick. The wind in Ma Si is very urgent, and the geese are meditating on the cold clouds. In the last month, Lin Ming's sword and halberd were born. Stay away from the fire, read the letter of homesickness of geese, and smell the tears of apes. Alone in Wan Li, the autumn moon is unbearable. In late autumn, I moved to Beijing to think about Li Jiayou, Song Yu and Zhang Heng who complained about Sanqiu. I miss home and the north, and I want to leave the water flowing eastward. I leaned against the tree to see the yellow leaves, and everyone complained about hoary heads. Don't lose the gift, the sunset climbs the stairs. The injury under the meridian gate made Wei Peacock Wang Jian lonely in the autumn pavilion. Pay attention to the monarch's heart. In the autumn of Chang 'an, the clouds in Zhao Tuo flow sadly, and the Han Palace moves in high autumn. Broken stars are full of geese, and the flute leans against the building. The purple fence is half open, and the red skirt is full of lotus. Although the perch is beautiful, it is empty to wear the southern crown to learn from Chu prisoners. In the autumn of Yingcheng, Lang Shiyuan's bald head disappeared, and the empty mountain heard the sound of wild geese. When the clouds open, the moon is shocked. The traffic jam is too long to fly, and the shadow is still ringing. Looking at the distant sky, homesickness is everywhere. Yunmeng Old Town in autumn, looking at the ruins of Yung Wing's old country, wants to visit the old country when boarding. When personnel change, water flows for a thousand years. Zhu Hongmeng is late, and Jingmen tree is autumn. The clouds don't go away, and homesickness is far away. Khan Wu Hull blew his horn in Seoul, and the moon was shining high and the air was chilly. Dark worms rot, grass falls homesick. I sleep in an empty yard and look at bananas in autumn. After the exam, I heard cicadas singing in Jiahui, which showed the manager's shock and worry about a foreign land. Now, hearing this name, Fang Huan has traveled all over the country. In the afternoon, the wind spread to the yard, and I thought the sound was good. Wynn suddenly shed tears. Autumn climbed to Li Qunyu and Yangcheng, and thousands of families were crying for water. Turbulence gathers at the end of the world. The shore is long and the lake is wide and the autumn sails are wide. Buy wine to the fisherman, and share the fish boat with the lamp. Xiaoxiang should swim alone when he sees a goose. Kun sent his brother from Jiangnan to fight in Jianshan for two years, and his home was in Bailangtou, Songjiang. Turning off the moon makes him homesick all day. I don't know when he arrived in Liao, but he transferred to Yantai. Pedestrians are coming, Kaifeng is coming. Sheep and bamboo in Qiu Si are disappearing from the dawn, and the cool wind is like their hometown. In autumn, they are surprised by the rising sun and sit on the front porch to feel things. Jiang Yanfei is still tired, and there are still countless pomegranates all over the mountain. I have always been interested in my life, but I have forgotten my words for a long time. Qiu Si gave me two kings. In the past, I only left the curtain empty, and I felt farewell in my dream. I didn't see my hometown book, so I spread my goose feet. At the beginning of the battle beside the cloud, Qiu Si and Liu Yang were already in Qiu Si, while Chutian was still mowing the grass. It is because of heart disease that many leaves come at night. The drizzle is noisy in the city, and the sunset passes by. Laoshan is full of merchants, separated by Dongting waves. Qiu Si, the hotel, is lonely, go out and lament. Why do you feel late? It's autumn in bloom. The mountains beyond the sky are only covered with jade. The sun shines among the flowers, and the city is overcast. Three years have passed, and homesick tears have been suppressed, making it more difficult to enter the New Year. Tang Yanqian, a pavilion on Pujin River, a tree in autumn scenery, and a wide pavilion are flourishing in the morning. Smoke is watching the water, and the king is sheltering from the rain during the day. He is lonely and worried every long time. It's further east in Tu Shan. Liu Cangnian, a guest house in Wenyang, feels like a waste of time, but what happened to the road? The rain outside the window is close to the mountain, and there are many geese on the beach in autumn. Every time I read homesickness, I sing a song to the moon and sky. I crossed the old mountain by the water, broke the fasting path and closed the smoke. Two poems by Xing Wu and Qiu Si, Chen Tao, are not stubborn and tired of watching the moon. The white clouds were left by Wang Sun again. Qiu Si and Du Xunhe rode along the river, and their homesickness grew step by step. He waved his whip and lost the cicada. The autumn harvest is long, and Leng Yun covers the ancient city. When his family was poor and rich, there was no place to go back to farming. Qiu Si, a pavilion by the river, waiting for the pavilion by the river, birds are smoking. Although he missed the moon, the poet likes autumn. His reputation is illusory. I am strong enough to go home. Looking at Lu You's "A Thousand Miles in the Outer Suburbs" in autumn, the three rivers are slightly boundless. The cross forest worm is not full of leaves, and the new geese are broken. Shenyu Temple left a sword in the pre-Qin period and an ancient stone carving. A statue who doesn't hate food and thin rice is better than going upstairs to remember his hometown. The official drama eulogized Lu You's fame and shame, and the world changed slowly in his later years. Gu and Wang Anshi mistakenly voted for the moon in order to choose the best place to stay. Thousands of fishing fires fall in the autumn wind, and one leaf returns to the boat. Travel sickness is like a bottle of wine, and homesickness is like a chain. I knew that my eyes were slow before, and I was more afraid of hitting my hair. I complained that Chen's tenderness and indifference invaded my account, making it a little cold. The guest didn't cry. Half homesick. The years in Shen Ying, the head of water diversion, are like arrows, with only one hand in the Mid-Autumn Festival. Last year, during the battle in Jiang Shangxing, I often worried about my hometown. I am surrounded by a blue cloud pavilion, which is thousands of miles away. At dusk, the sky is getting thicker and thicker, and the gulls and geese go down to Tingzhou. If you lose your life and get old, you will be relieved. My reputation is certain. When I arrived, I was settled down for a long time. Fortunately, I have a good figure.