What ancient poems describe "Qiu Si's hometown"?

Mountain Holiday Thinking of Shandong Brothers (Tang) Wang Wei

Li Bai, silent night thinking

Zhang Ji of Qiu Si

The Fisherman's Pride Qiu Si Fan Zhongyan

Du fu's quatrains

Wang Jian's Looking at the Moon at Fifteen Nights

《? Autumn wind attracts Liu Yuxi

Nalan Xingde in Sauvignon Blanc

Tianjin Sha Qiu Si

"Homecoming" Xue Daoheng

The idea of my brothers in Shandong spending their holidays in the mountains.

(Tang) Wang Wei

As a stranger in a foreign land,

Please think twice about your relatives during the festival.

Know where the brothers climb,

One person is missing from the dogwood.

I can't reunite with my family when I'm far away from home alone, and I miss my distant relatives every Double Ninth Festival. Far away, I think my brothers will climb the peak with cowans, and they will feel sorry for losing me.

Silent night thinking

Lipper

The foot of my bed is shining so brightly,

Is there frost already? .

Looking up, I found it was moonlight.

It sank again, and I suddenly thought of home.

The bright moonlight sprinkled on the enough paper in front of the bed, as if the ground was frosted. That day, I couldn't help looking up at the bright moon in the sky outside the window, and I couldn't help but bow my head and think of my distant hometown.

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

The pedestrians came again and opened the door again.

The annual autumn wind blows into Luoyang city again. I wonder what happened to my relatives in my hometown. Writing a letter from home to greet peace, there are too many things to say, and I don't know where to start. The letter has been written, but I'm afraid I didn't finish what I wanted to say in a hurry; When the messenger set out, he opened the envelope and returned it to him.

Qiu Si Fisherman's Pride

fan zhongyan

Qiu Lai has different scenery,

Nobody cares about Hengyang goose.

The four sides are connected by sound,

Thousands of miles,

Long smoke and sunset, isolated city closed.

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

Ran Yan did not return to nothingness.

There is frost everywhere in Guanqiang,

People don't sleep,

The general had white hair and tears in his eyes.

When autumn comes, the scenery in the northwest frontier is different from that in the south of the Yangtze River. The geese flew back to Hengyang again, without any intention of staying. At dusk, when the army's horn sounded, the surrounding sounds also sounded. In the mountains, the twilight is heavy, the mountains are setting, and the lonely door is closed. After drinking a glass of turbid wine, I can't help thinking of my hometown thousands of miles away. I failed to defeat an enemy like Dou Xian, and I failed to make a decision earlier. Melodious Qiangdi sounded, the weather was cold and the ground was covered with frost and snow. Late at night, the soldiers couldn't sleep well: the general's beard and hair turned white because of military action; Soldiers have defended the frontier for a long time, and they also shed sad tears.

quatrain

Du fu in Tang dynasty

Two orioles sing green willows,

A line of egrets flew into the sky.

The window contains autumn snow in Xiling,

Mambo Wu Dong Wan Li Ship.

Two orioles sang euphemistically among the green willows, and a group of neat egrets rushed into the blue sky. Sitting by the window, I can see the snow accumulated all the year round on Xiling Mountain and the ships from Soochow thousands of miles away are parked in front of the door.

Watching the moon on fifteen nights

Wang Jian

Bai Shu crow in the atrium?

Silent wet osmanthus in Coody Leng.

Tonight, the moon is full of hope,

I wonder who Qiu Si belongs to.

Translation:

On the ground of the courtyard, crows perched on snow-white trees, and the dew in autumn silently wet the osmanthus in the courtyard.

Everyone in the world looks up at the bright moon tonight. I wonder whose home this autumn's emotion will fall on?

Autumn wind leads?

-Liu Yuxi

Where is the autumn wind? ?

Xiao Xiao sent the goose. ?

Chao lai ru Shu ting,

Lonely guests smell it first.

Autumn wind blows from nowhere, and flocks of geese rustle. Early in the morning, the autumn wind blew into the trees in the yard, and the lonely traveler heard the sound of the autumn wind for the first time.

Endless desire

Nalanxingde

Once riding on the mountain, once riding on the water, and once on a trip to Guan Yu, there were thousands of lights at night. ? When the wind changed and the snow changed, it failed to break the dream of my hometown, so there was no such sound in the garden. ?

I toured Liaodong, accompanied by thousands of troops, and traveled all the way to Shanhaiguan. At night, the camp is brightly lit and magnificent.

It was late at night, and it began to snow outside the tent. The sound of snow and snow made people unable to sleep. The author is homesick and lonely, and he can't help feeling resentful: Why is there no such disturbing voice in his hometown?

Tianjin Sha Qiu Si

Dead vines, old trees, faint crows, small bridges, flowing water and old roads, thin horses. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

At dusk, withered vines, old trees and crows flapped the wings of Tianjingsha Qiu Si and landed on the bare branches. Exquisite and chic bridges, flowing water, and low and shabby huts are getting quieter and warmer. On the desolate ancient road, a thin and emaciated horse carrying the same tired and emaciated wanderer in a foreign land wanders in the cold and bleak autumn wind. The sun is setting, but where is the home of the wandering wanderer? Where is your hometown? With this in mind, how can a wandering wanderer not be heartbroken!

People miss home every day.

Xue Daoheng

Spring is only seven days away,

I have been away from home for two years.

When people return to the wild goose,

Think before you spend it.

It has been seven days since spring, and I have been away from home for two years. The day of going home will fall behind the geese flying north in spring, but the idea of going home existed before the spring flowers opened.

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