The underwater sound is complex and the chord sound is shallow. How do you feel, Xun?
You lived in Chengtou on the first day. A thousand years a day, no need to shed.
"Recalling Zhou Xiucai and Sue, I heard that they were all the way." Meng Jiao divided the feelings into two sides, and the dream was calm. The wild guest cloud is the heart, and the monk moon is the sex.
The clouds are high and the moon is often empty. My clothes are antiques, and there are no common diseases in the mountains.
Listen, Yun Lan, loosen the handle. You want to send a book, but birds are hard to find.
"Send Danxia Zi Ruan Fangyan Up the Mountain" Meng Jiao refused to leave, and the jade was not soft. Climb the mountain straight, and drink water DC.
He Qian attached letters, and Suoyun made clothes and furs. Fairy village is far away, making friends is a waste policy.
"What I Know After the Examination" Luo Yin had two schedules on this day, and the news was very clear at that time. Xu Taoman Qian urged the party to get acquainted, and Hongya sent oranges.
The sound book outside the island should be intentional, and the dust in front of you is gradually ruthless. Jiao Mo is more like a Shanxi mouse, gnawing at his heart and hating his life.
"The hidden smell made Bai Gong know the story of Jiangling's fall ... so there was a growing sentence," Luo Yin lived in, was honest, and was law-abiding and warm. After three winters of poor Manqian, Yi Xu was shot by an arrow.
Talk too much and don't be frivolous. Cold will always make you cry. The Phoenix Pool dried up, and Taixing was demolished. I look back at Qishan and remember it vividly.
Wang Wei, the wall of the house where Lishan people live, is like a dream, and he stops singing crazily. Pine trees are old and there are more bamboo forests.
Medicine money is sold in Hankang, but the door is open to Shangzi. Seen from the pillow, there are no white clouds.
"Thirteen Original New Houses" Wang Jianxin occupied the original place, and there was no mountain to return to. Wild vines give birth to Ye Wan, but old apricots have few flowers.
The kitchen is next to the mud stove, and the home is full of Wei. When brothers leave today, they will be more dependent.
A elm tree is new and has no neighbors on all sides. People are less worried about illness, and Zhuanggu is happy and poor.
Cows are willing to be full, and firewood servants are diligent. Worrying about food and clothing all day, why not get rid of this body?
Chang' an has no old knowledge, and a hundred miles is the end of the world. Lonely to welcome guests, desolate to see flowers.
Visiting monks for cheap medicine will make Ma Zhonghao's family. New vegetables in Chad have suddenly become extravagant.
The crow village is far away, and the flowers are also depressed. Wild bamboo shoots are newly born, but no seedlings have been obtained in the stream field.
The family is poor and thin, and the spring dishes are cold. Sweet powder is so long, I don't know it in the holy dynasty.
In spring, pears and dates run out, and crying children are hungry. The neighboring rich chickens often go, and the poor customers in the village are getting rarer and rarer.
Borrow Niu Gengdi late, sell trees late. Under the wall is the official road, and the mountain is filled with bamboo fences.
One person sweeps a room, and only one person lies in bed. Wild tangxi dishes are slippery, and mountain paper and water moss are fragrant.
The old medicine is white at first, but the new classics are not yellow. Recently, my heart is weak, so I should stop seeing health-preserving prescriptions.
I'm going to be a Bible reader. I have a clean towel in my spare room. Lock the tea vines to expose the bamboo bed.
Old illness should follow the industry, and karma should not leave the body. Burning incense for the laity, there is no way to count the dust.
Moving home and living in the village, poverty is guaranteed. Ask pear fruit planting carefully, and find the root of medicine far away.
When the calf was still alive, the rich man dug an abandoned well and entered a new garden. Long love when the mountain stands, don't close the door at dusk.
Around the warm forest, the feet of the new poor are happy. Sweep the canal and worry about bamboo drought, and water the land to attract orchids.
Mountain visitors plant trees, and domestic servants bring them into the city. On the white wall in front of the door, the name of the county magistrate is written.
Live outside the bell and drum, avoid making roads and bridges. I feel sleepy when I am free, and my child's illness can find you.
Chickens are sleeping in the warm sunshine, while bees are burning wildly. At the foot of Chang' an, you can see the DPRK.
I'm getting old recently, and things are always unintentional. Ancient poems are developed by people, while leisure poems are sung for guests.
Send the scriptures back to the wild garden and move the stones into the secluded forest. Taniguchi spring breeze is evil, and pear blossoms cover the ground deeply.
Laziness makes you learn more, and the forest sweeps the floor. I'm tired of wearing clothes and don't wash them. My white hair is short and untidy.
Bitterness often leads to tears, while fatigue leads to since the enlightenment deficiency. Idle people, relatives and friends also have no books.
Live near the mountain and walk beside the elk in the garden. Wild mulberry grows in the well and wild bamboo grows on the wall.
New neighbor, not familiar with the social situation in the village. Ishida is weak, and renting farming is cheap.
Wang Jian is the quietest place in this city. He even went back to the temple. Yunshan is also happy to see many things, and friends and relatives deserve it.
Borrow money from classmates to sort out the medicinal materials together and stay here for planting pine. Since you moved to Wudian, the names on the walls have been covered with moss.
"Send Mr. Lu Wu Waidan" Bao Rong's surname is Ding Huanghe Liaodong, and he is a guest of Qian Xianweng. I heard that my name has changed a lot, but today I am a saint courtier.
"Nine Days in Cui Lantian and Shi Cun" Du Fu is old and sad, strong and broad, and enjoys today. Ashamed of blowing a hat with short hair, smiling at others is the crown.
Clear water falls far away from a thousand streams, and Yushan is high and two peaks are cold. I will know who is healthy next year, and I will take a closer look at Cornus officinalis.
"On the ship in the storm, a book with 36 rhymes on the pillow was presented to friends and relatives in Hunan." Du Fu Xuanyuan didn't recreate the method, and Yu Shun stopped playing the piano. Blowing the wrong horn is still half-hearted.
Sages have existed since ancient times and have been sick for many years. Ships often rely on earthquakes, and lakes are flat early.
If you smell Ma Rongxiao, if you lean on the clock. The old country is sad and cold, and the clouds are gloomy.
The water town is covered with white houses, and the maple bank is covered with green cen. The gloomy winter became inflamed and the rain stopped.
Drums greet non-sacrificial ghosts and bounce like owls. When you are exhausted, you are bored, and you can't help worrying.
Life is gone forever, and things come to Xiao Sen. Suspicion is a crossbow, and staying for a long time is the crown of a hairpin.
Di Wei was surprised by the leading result, and Liu Xin was elected to the cabinet. Going crazy will eventually make me feel comfortable, and I will thank you for it.
I'm safe. Your precious jade is the first time. Wu Ji was heavily tied and her clothes were inch by inch.
Sorrow is the same as Yu Xin, and is described as a different Chen Lin. Kudzu ten summers, Chu anvil three creams.
Where to accompany the brocade tent, play the white-headed song for a long time. It is difficult to meet in front of the park, and it is easy to sink if you forget the plane.
Eat a few pills and you will get nearly four gold. Spring grass seals hatred, and the source is alone.
Turn worry into calmness, and illness into medicine. He chased Pan Yue and looked for Deng Lin in danger.
Take a walk and be grateful to your bosom friend. However, he pretended to stutter and boasted about Zhou and Song Dynasties.
When you are fascinated by sweat, you will get a good job. This city is full of talented people, and Song Jun is full of blue invertors.
Wear a face for beauty, run away from it for beauty. Lang Jian is stupid and straight, and God looks after him.
Sun still relies on risks, but Hou Jing is not captured alive. The letters are wide and the battle is deep.
Fear people for thousands of miles, ask the vulgar Kyushu for advice. The blood is still there, and the sound of the army has moved to this day.
Ge Hong's body will be disposed of, while Xu will still serve. You can't get out when you do housework.
"Eat with Shen and Sheren Pavilion, and thank Ying for playing with things." Bai Juyi is crystal clear, with red cherry purple. Drive away the birds and pick new leaves.
The round turntable pours jade, and the cage is bright and transparent. Inner garden is two words, four for three ministers.
The crystal is red and smells really good. If a bead is not pierced, it is like a fire that won't burn people.
Apricot customs are difficult to correct, and peaches are stubborn and cologne. Lu orange meat is too thick, and the skin laughs at litchi.
Qiongye is sweet and sour, and the size of golden pills is even. Thieves must guard against full money, and they must not lose their hearts.
Only when the hand is broken can the nucleus be produced, and the key copy is half a Tianjin. Sweetness is dew on the tip of the tongue, and warmth is spring in the belly.
I am afraid of growing corpses, but I am still surprised to eat treasures. The most shameful thing is that you didn't repay your kindness.
"Suzhou Li Zhongcheng sent a small message to Mo Yi with sentimental poems of Yuanri County", and Bai Juyi's bald head was left by Bai Hang, which has been lost for a long time. Say goodbye to the spring in Weibei's hometown, and then put the new year wine in Jiangnan.
A reluctant smile in front of a cup is described as decline in the mirror. The county is ashamed of being down and out, and the neighboring States are happy.
2. Are there any homesick poems written at night?
Tanggaoshi
The cold light in the hotel stayed up all night,
What happened to the guest's heart?
Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts.
Another year of frost temple in Ming dynasty.
Yesterday, I left, and the willows were reluctant; Today, I think it's raining-<&; lt； Book of Songs. Xiaoya. Caiwei >>
Mourning, Danggui in the distance —— Folk songs of Han Yuefu & gt
Humayi's The North Wind, Crossing the South Branch of the Bird's Nest-Nineteen Ancient Poems by China & gt
But how much love there is, nothing grows, and three spring rays are reported-Don Meng Jiao & gt
Now, approaching my village and meeting people, I dare not ask a question-Tang Song Wen Zhi>
You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! When you passed my window, was the plum blossom Han Mei in full bloom? -Tang Wang Wei>
The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank again, and I suddenly remembered home-Don Li Bai>
Miss your relatives more during the festive season-Tang Wangwei
I don't know whose house Qiu Si will fall in.
Everyone gradually feels strange in the local accent, but they hate the sound of singing birds like an old mountain-Don Scottu >
Just look at the lake in front of the door, and the spring breeze will not change the waves of the past-Tang He Zhang Zhi < & Two hometown couplets >>
Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent remains the same. -Don Ho Cheung Chi. lt； Hometown book >>
He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! -Tang Du Fu
Don't be sad, be sad, and part-the Warring States Period. Chu. Qu yuan & gt
The days are far away, and the days pass slowly. Han. & gt
People go to geese and think before they spend-Sui Xue Daoheng & amplt；; People miss home every day.
Stay away from hatred like grass in spring. Can go further and live-Li Yu of Southern Tang Dynasty & gt
If you keep cutting, you will be confused. This is a farewell to sadness. Especially the general taste is in your heart-Li Yu>
It is easier when you can't see than when you can't see. Is heaven and earth-Li Yu>
It's hard for friends to meet, like a star in the morning and evening-Don Du Fu>
There is no reason to persuade you to drink one more glass of wine-Don Wang Wei>
Mochow has no bosom friend in the road ahead, and there is no bosom friend in the world-Tang Gaoshi
Peach Blossom Pond is deeper in thousands of feet than in Wang Lun-Li Bai>
We met in the flowers and parted in the flowers. Now it is a year in bloom-Don Wei Wu Ying.
I've known her for a long time, and I've been apart for a long time. The east wind rises and the flowers fall-Don Li Shangyin & gt
Peach and plum, a glass of wine, ten years of night rain-Song and Huang Tingjian & gt
There should be no hate. When will it grow round? -history & gt
I wish people a long life and a thousand miles of beauty-same as above.
3. What are the lovesickness poems about missing? At this point, the night is awkward.
When you enter my lovesick door, you will know that I am lovesick for a long time and lovesick for a short time.
If the road dust is raised and the cement is muddy, when can we meet in harmony?
Acacia says acacia under the tree, but Silang hates Mandy.
The sky is not old, and the love is hard to break. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.
Although fully aware of lovesickness, there is no good health; I am infatuated with it to the end and fall in love for life.
How many nights do you miss each other? The ends of the earth are not long.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it. -
Ask the world what love is and teach life and death.
There is no arrangement in the world for an inch of acacia.
After birth, there will be no acacia, only acacia, and then acacia.
I just hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you don't miss it.
There is a poem about wandering homesickness. 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? 2. Whose rain flute flies in the dark, and the spring breeze permeates Los Angeles. In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick. The east of my hometown is far away, but tears will never stay in my eyes. I'll meet you immediately, without paper and pen. Please tell my family that I'm safe. Before returning to Lefeng, the sand is like snow, and the moon outside the city is like frost. I don't know where the bleak reed flute blows and I look at my hometown all night.
Homesickness, quiet night, Tang Libai, the foot of the bed is so bright, can it have frost? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. The rainy Tang Bai lived in Kashgar, where the mountains and rivers are deep. 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 right in the middle of Tang Li's trip. Cold food, homesick tears towel. 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 went for an outing after losing him abroad?
Emotion in poetry
1. Thread in the hands of a kind-hearted mother, making clothes for her wayward son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? (Meng Jiao: "Wanderer")
2. Boil beans and burn beans, and the beans will cry in the pot.
We are born from the same root, so why should we speculate with each other? (Cao Zhi: "Seven Steps Poetry")
3. My parents heard that the woman came and went out to help each other;
As soon as Sister A heard that Sister Mei was coming, she had to cut her red makeup.
When I heard my sister coming, I sharpened my knife at pigs and sheep. ("Mulan Ci")
Although a country is divided, the mountains and rivers remain forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back.
Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.
The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.
Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin. (Du Fu: Hope in Spring)
5. A vagrant heard the drums that predicted the battle, and a wild goose rang 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.
Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop. (Du Fu: "Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night")
6. Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang, I want to write a 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. (Zhang Ji: "Qiu Si")
7. A stranger in a foreign land misses his relatives during holidays.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. (Wang Wei: vacationing in the mountains reminds me of my brothers in Shandong)
8. Every winter solstice in Handan, I always have a knee lamp.
If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers. (Bai Juyi: "The Solstice of Winter in Handan" misses home at night)
9. The child took the clothes and asked: Why don't you come back?
* * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns? (Du Mu: "Going Home")
Nostalgia in Poetry
1. You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! .
When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? (Wang Wei: "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 Zhangzhi: 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.
... the night now gives way to the ocean of the sun, and Jiang Chunren was in the old year.
I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. (Wang Wan: a berth 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: "People are homesick every day")
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: "Silent Night Thinking")
7. Whose rain flute flies in the dark, and the spring breeze permeates Los Angeles.
In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick. (Li Bai: The Flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night)
8. It has been ten frosts in Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night.
For no reason, I crossed the mulberry river, but I hope that Bingzhou is my hometown. (Liu Zao: "Journey to the North")
9. A vagrant hears drums that indicate fighting, and a wild goose rings 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.
Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop. (Du Fu: "Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night")
5. More poems with money, 1. If you want to send the voice of the south of the Yangtze River, you must miss your old friend and say goodbye across the clouds. One is to give people spring scenery, waiting for the rich to hand down the golden knife. (Tang Yuchun)
2. Ruan Qin hangs the incense ribbon obliquely. Yuxian is the first pipa player. The rain on tung leaves is dry. A real pearl landed on the jade plate. I'm not used to Zhu Xian's tone. Smile and be accompanied by spring breeze. Don't say goodbye. Listen to a double. (Xin Qiji's Bodhisattva Man)
3, drunk on the lake, fascinated by the dream of learning Chinese characters, Jiang Touchun is out of the soul. Send red tears to pedestrians. (Wu Wenying's "Huanxisha")
4, hand twist incense Xiao Lian, want to spread resentment. I came back to lie alone at night and met as drunk as a fiddler in my dream. Flowers are easy to fall, but the moon is hard to be round. Just think of flowers and the moon as round.
Like a happy fate. Qin Zheng was in a good mood, and tried to write the slave sound into an old string. (Yan's "Partridge Sky")
5, I don't hesitate to spend all my life to seal it with plum without fragrance. Money cooks people into soup cakes in exchange for fireworks sausages. (Yang Wanli's "Two Snow Watching Songs")
6. The north wind blows away the snow on the third night, and the soul still loves the peach blossom moon. If the dream is too good to wake up, he will benefit. (Nalan Xingde's "Bodhisattva Man")
6. I miss Song Lizhiyi's poems. I live at the source of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day at the end of the Yangtze River. I drink the water from the Yangtze River.
When will the water stop? When did this hatred ever happen? I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning. The stars were bright last night, but there was a cool breeze at midnight. Our banquet is on the side of Hualou Temple and the east of the county.
Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same. Guessing and intrigue, wine warms the heart; This group of people came to the bet of drinking friends, and a win-lose red in candlelight.
Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind. (1) Baijuyi Bianshui Stream, Bianshui Stream and Sishui Stream of Sauvignon Blanc are heading for Guazhou Gudutou.
Wu Shan is a little sad. Think long and hate long, until it's time to pay back.
Yueming people lean on the building. (2) Li Yu, a heavy mountain in Sauvignon Blanc, has two mountains, the mountains are far away, the weather is misty and cold, and the acacia maple leaves are Dan.
Flowers bloom, flowers are not complete, geese fly high, but they don't come back. (3) Cui Hao "Tell me, where do you live?" ? Near here, next to the fishing pond? ".
Let's catch our boat together and see if we belong to the same town ... My home is near Jiujiang, often near Jiujiang.
You and me, we were both born in Chang Gan, you and me! It's a pity that we have never met. "(4) Only when the heart is silent can the heart be unified.
Thinking is not angry, reading this is like a dream. (Tibetan head) dare not be passive, which makes the back not heartless.
After thousands of years of thinking, Tian Weng smiled and read. (No) (5) What do I want? Hold your hand.
Enjoy the moon and read the red chamber. The yard is full of plants, Yiyi Willow.
It's getting better and softer every year. What do I want? Let's grow old together.
Live together, without complaint. Castle peak is faint, flowing water is long.
Return to the soil after death and bury the barren hills. (6) Before and after the flowers, I can't leave my sorrow.
A few days later, the Red Chamber reached the ends of the earth. (7) Dip in a gourd ladle under the falling moon, and the cliff wind blows tears, so I have no time to miss you. Pour a cup of music in the rain, don't worry about it, love and hate are endless in my heart, but candlelight can't burn out that weak memory. How does love divide heaven and earth? How do you want to plant a perfect fence outside the window? The sunset wind was still blowing when you left. Who cares who wants to draw flawless ink? How to write? Do you still have the years I sent you? (8) There was a poet who recorded our innocence.
On the way, he met a hunter. He told the poet, "Today I caught a wild goose and killed it.
Another one broke free from the net, but kept moaning and refused to leave, and finally jumped to the ground and died. "The poet bought a wild goose, buried it in the upper reaches of the river, and set up a stone as a mark, calling it' Qiu Yan'.
The poet was filled with emotion and wrote his swan song: What is the world and love? Teach me to live and die together. Flying in all directions, the old wings have been hot and cold several times.
Have fun, leave the bitterness, and there will be more children in school. You should have a sentence, Wan Liyun, Qian Shan Dusk, who is the only shadow? (9) Can Philip Burkart people read travel notes when the sun sets over the cliff? I can't find my way home, and how to get back to my heart is always thousands of miles apart. Homesickness: There is nothing you can do but shed tears. Who can you ask? Zhu in white (10), the moonlight is cool, the temples are frosty, Yan knows whether Jun will be disabled or not, and the book is even worse. Goose is still thin, homesick and like old times (1 1). The yard is cool, and I feel thin when I come late.
If you don't act alone, you will be rewarded in vain. Xiao Si pity you, don't be sad.
The west wind is evil, the setting sun blows the horn, and a burst of Sophora japonica falls. (12) Lotus leaves are three and a half candles, apricot flowers are wet and light, and sending red beans is boring. Spring has seen strong wine, and I am confident to return home. (13) Untitled Li Shangyin's star last night, the wind last night, is in the west of the studio and east of the cinnamon room.
Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same. Guessing and intrigue, wine warms the heart; This group of people came to the bet of drinking friends, and a win-lose red in candlelight.
Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind. (14) Tang Wan's "Hairpin Phoenix" has a thin world and poor human feelings, and it is easy to fall in the rainy evening.
The breeze is dry, the tears are gone, and I want to worry about it. Difficult, difficult, difficult! People become different, today is not yesterday, and sick souls are often thousands of miles away.
The bugle sounded cold, the night was dim, people were afraid to ask questions, and tears pretended to be happy. Hide, hide, hide! (15) Lu You's "Hairpin Phoenix" has red crisp hands, yellow wine and spring willows in the city.
Dong Feng Xie, who is in a bad mood, has been very depressed in recent years. No, no, no! Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad.
Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold books. Mo, Mo, Mo! (16) Ten years of life and death are two boundless days. If you don't think about it, you will never forget it.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears
It is estimated that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka. -Su Shi's > (17) Liu Yong's Yulin Ling is chilling, Changting is late, and the spell begins.
Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.
Thinking of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog. Since ancient times, feelings have hurt and left, and the autumn season is even more worthy of being left out! Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon.
This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. There are many kinds of customs, who are you talking to? Wang Wei of Acacia when those red berries come in spring, they blush on your southern branches.
I suggest you collect more as a symbol of our love. Words to describe missing: anxious to return looks forward to the autumn water dream, leaves fall to the roots, trees look for fish, home is hard to leave, leaves fall to the roots, homesickness, local accent is hard to change, old friends meet, leave home and lie awake.