A poem about a daughter missing her dead father.

People say that the place where the sun sets is the horizon. I try to look at the horizon, but I can't see my home.

Castle Peak is being influenced by Castle Peak, which covers my sight. Twilight, Castle Peak.

People say that the place where the sun goes down is the end of the world. I try my best to see the end of the world, but I can't see my home. I am angry that the green hills in front of me block my view, and the clouds are heavy and the green hills are densely covered.

2, in addition to the night for the Tang Dynasty: Gao Shi

The cold light in the hotel stayed alone and didn't sleep, and the guest turned sad.

My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty.

I was lying alone in the hotel, with cold light shining on me, and I couldn't sleep for a long time. What makes me sad as a tourist? People in my hometown must miss me thousands of miles away tonight; The sideburns have turned gray, and tomorrow is a new year.

3, Huanxisha who read the west wind alone cool and clear: Nalan Xingde

Who reads the west wind alone, rustling yellow leaves and closing the window, reminiscing about the past and setting the sun.

It was unusual at that time to get drunk in spring and gamble on books and pour tea.

The autumn wind blows cold, who misses that lonely feeling? Watching the yellow leaves dancing to cover the window, standing in the sunset, recalling the past. Take a nap after drinking, the spring is suddenly leaking, the boudoir is gambling, and the skirt is scented with tea. The past is normal and I can't get what I want.

4. Three Miscellaneous Poems II. Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei

You have just come from our hometown, and we must understand the world.

Did the plum blossom when you came to the carved window of my house?

You have just come from our hometown, so you must know the way of the world in your hometown. Did Chimonanthus praecox bloom in front of my carving window when you came?

Li Bai, a poet in Tang Dynasty, bid farewell to his friends at Jingmen Ferry.

Sail from 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.

Travel by boat, pass by Jingmen, and come to Chu's hometown. Castle Peak gradually disappears, and Ye Ping stretches as far as the eye can see. The Yangtze River surges and flows into the vast wasteland. The moon reflects the river, just like flying a mirror tomorrow; Clouds rise and change endlessly, forming a mirage. The water in my hometown is reluctant to part with me, and Wan Li sent me boating not far away.