Wandering poems

The breeze rippled on the grass bank, through the night, and blew to my still mast. The endless plains are dotted with drooping stars. The moon runs with the river. I hope my art can bring me fame and liberate my sick old age from the office! . Flying around, flying around, what am I like, just a sandpiper in the vast world! .

Origin: A foreign land night of Du Fu in Tang Dynasty.

The breeze blows the fine grass on the river bank, and the high-masted boat is moored alone at night. The stars are hanging in the sky, and Ye Ping looks very broad; The moonlight is surging with the waves, and the river is rolling eastward. Is my article famous? You should be dismissed even if you are old and sick. What's it like to wander around alone? Like a lonely Sha Ou between heaven and earth.

2, September 9, overlooking the mountains and rivers, returning home and looking at the wind and smoke. In another country, drinking Jinhua wine, Wan Li shares the same sorrow with Hongyan.

Origin: Xuanwu Mountain, September 9th, made in the Tang Dynasty.

On September 9, I climbed Xuanwu Mountain and overlooked the mountains and rivers. My thoughts and wishes to return to my hometown are as strong as the dust gathered in front of me. In other people's hometown, we drank this chrysanthemum wine together. We left our home in Wan Li and looked at the sky where the geese flew, and our hearts were equally sad.

Alone in the pub, I was shut in by loneliness and sadness. Recalling the cold light and returning to my hometown to recall the past; Like a flock of lost geese. The road to my hometown is too far away. I will come back at dawn, and the letter from home will not be sent to this place until next year. The Cangjiang River in the moonlight, the scenery is so beautiful, and the fishing boat is in front of my house.

Source: Du Mu's accommodation in Tang Dynasty.

There are no intimate friends in the hotel, so I meditate quietly alone. Recalling the past before the cold lamp, the sound of lonely geese awakens the lonely dream. The country road is long, and the dream soul will not return until dawn. Letters from my family won't arrive here until next year. The moonlight on Cangjiang River is smoky, and the scenery is so beautiful. There are fishing boats tied in front of my house.

4. The cool breeze of autumn sea blows my homesickness. On the way home, the mountains are far away, when will the lost water come again? Looking up, I saw the dark clouds were gray and the cold light of the moon was broken. The grass is no longer soft, and Hanlu quickly puts on warm clothes. I often dream that the Milky Way is setting, and when I wake up, there are few stars in the sky. With sadness and longing for hometown, who can wave it away?

Origin: Li Bai's autumn outing in Tang Dynasty.

The cool autumn wind crossed the autumn sea and blew up my homesickness. On the way home, the mountains are endless. When can I come back with the passing water? Looking up, I saw the clouds gathering and the cold light of the bright moon was heartbreaking. The grass is no longer soft and bright, and the frost and dew urge you to buy cold clothes quickly. I often dream that the Milky Way has fallen, and when I wake up, there are few stars in the sky. I miss my hometown sadly. Who can sweep away my tears?

The traveling geese flew south, and the storm group got lost at the beginning. Hungry and thirsty geese, whose wings are unable to droop, have to stay on cold rivers and islands. Sand and egrets are hard to get close to, for fear of being shot by bows and arrows. I can't find a home in the vast sea of clouds. Who will listen to the swan's song?

Source: Song Dynasty Zhou Dunru's Buji Lv Yan Flying South.

The traveling geese flew south and were separated from them in the wind and rain. Hungry and hardworking geese drooped their heads feebly and had to stay alone in the cold river and the small continent. Storks and egrets are difficult to get close to, and they are always worried about being shot by bows and arrows. I can't find my home in the sea of clouds. Who will listen to Hongyan's crying?