Is there frost already? .
Looking up, I found it was moonlight.
I sank again and suddenly remembered my hometown-Tang Li Bai.
As a stranger in a foreign land,
Please think twice about your relatives during the festival.
Know where the brothers climb,
There is a man missing from the dogwood. Tang Wangwei
Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers last forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back.
Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness.
After three months of war, a piece of news from home is worth a ton of gold.
I stroke my white hair. It has become so thin that it can no longer hold hairpins.
The cold light in the hotel stayed up all night,
What makes the guests feel sad?
Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts.
First frost will have another year. Except working at night [Don]
Ci Yin Mu
The thread in the loving mother's hand,
Make clothes for her wayward son.
She sewed it carefully, mended it thoroughly,
Afraid that the delay would make him come home late.
. You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! When you passed my window, was the plum blossom Han Mei in full bloom? (Wang Wei: "Miscellaneous Poems")
Young people leave home, old people come back,
The local accent has not changed.
The children don't know each other,
Where did the laughter come from? (He Zhangzhi: Homecoming Book)
The sound outside the ridge is broken,
Winter goes and spring comes.
Now, near my village, meet people,
I dare not ask a question. (Song Wenzhi, "Crossing the Han River")
We wound our way under the blue mountain,
Me and my boat, along the green water.
Until the river bank widens at low tide,
No wind blows my lonely sail.
... night now gives way to the ocean of the sun,
Jiang Chunren's old year.
I can finally send my messenger,
Geese, return to Luoyang. (Wang Wan: a berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain)
People only have seven days in spring.
I have been away from home for two years.
When people return to the geese,
Thinking is in the flowers and the moon. (Xue Daoheng: People are homesick every day)
Whose Yu Di flies in the dark,
Spring breeze scattered in Los Angeles.
In this serenade, I heard the sound of willows.
Who can not miss his hometown? (Li Bai: the flute in Los Angeles on a spring night)
It has been frosted ten times in Bingzhou Guest House.
I remember Xianyang day and night.
Change dry mulberry water for no reason,
I hope Bingzhou is my hometown.
A vagrant heard the drums heralding the battle,
A wild goose sings in autumn.
He knew that the dew tonight would be frost,
How bright the moonlight is at home! .
Oh, my brothers, lost and scattered,
What does life without you mean to me? .
But if something goes wrong with peacetime letters,
What can I expect during the war? . (Du Fu: Remembering brothers on a moonlit night)
But how much love does an inch of grass have,
Make three spring scenery.
Yellow Crane Tower
Every tree in Hanyang becomes clear in the water.
Parrot Island is a nest of sweet grass.
But I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker.
There is a sad mist on the river waves.