The fallen leaves start the leaves in early autumn and fall like the guests' hearts.

Tangsong wenzhi

They said that the geese flying south will return here this month. I wonder if my own journey to the south will be turned back. ?

The river stopped flowing at low tide, and the forest was foggy, but tomorrow morning, when you cross this mountain, you will see Lingtou Beauty.

Tang Wangwei's Mountain Holiday Missing Shandong Brothers

Being in a foreign land, I miss my relatives twice every holiday.

Tang Libai

In the silent night, 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.

Tang Libai

The bright moon in Guan Shanyue rises from the mountains in the sky, and in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds and the wind, it comes from afar and knocks on the battlements of Yumenguan.

China's army marched along Deng Bai Road, while the Tatar army stared at the blue waters of the bay, because there was no famous battle in history that sent all its soldiers back.

I am stationed in the border town, thinking of my hometown with longing eyes, thinking of those people who are tossing and turning in the upstairs room tonight and can't rest.

Tang Gao Shi's Night Walk

The hotel is cold and sleepless, and the guest's heart turns sad. I miss my hometown for thousands of miles tonight, and tomorrow I will be frosted on my temples.

Don duff

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

The curtains are small with the wind, and I look at Lin Wei in the rain. /kloc-when the frost is heavy in October, the drift is irregular.

Don duff

Thinking of my brothers on a moonlit night, from the first call of a wild goose on the border in autumn, he knew that the dew would be frost tonight and the moonlight at home was so bright! .

Oh, my brothers, what's the point of my life without you? However, if a peacetime letter goes wrong, there is no truce.

Tang Dai Shulun's "Governing Sichuan Landscape"

It's cool in Mao Ting, Matsushita in May, and the Tingshayun tree is dark in the evening.

Don Yili's "Sailing"

Liu Hua flies into a sailboat and lies in bed to attract Ling Hua to believe in the blue stream.

On Tang's "Watching the Elephant Wall Cry at Night"

The sand is like snow before Yuefeng, and the moon outside the city is like frost.

Qiu Si by Tang Zhangji

Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang, I long for a writer's book.

Wang Song Anshi is boating in Guazhou.

Guazhou is at the mouth of Beijing, separated by several mountains. Spring breeze is green, and Jiang Nanan is green. When will the bright moon shine on me?