A poem about a wanderer who traveled far away and never came back.

This cloud has been drifting across the sky all day, and the wanderer has not returned for a long time; Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home; Hometown is in a dream, when can I return; Winter went to spring, and in Laizhou, Jiangxi, several people returned to China.

The river is three thousand miles long, and there are fifteen letters from home. There is nothing else between me, just telling me to go back to my hometown as soon as possible. Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news!

The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world. I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.

Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic. Relatives and friends in Luoyang asked each other, a piece of ice heart is in the jade pot!

I don't know if it's appropriate. I hope I can help you.