A collection of poems describing homesickness
1. There is bright moonlight in front of the bed, which is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown. (Li Bai: "Thoughts on a Quiet Night")
2. The heart of the country is full of new year, and the sky is lonely. When you grow old, you live among others, and when you return in spring, your guests come first. The mountains and apes are in the same day and dusk, and the rivers and willows are in the wind and smoke. Already like Changsha Fu, a few more years from now. (Liu Changqing: "New Year's Works")
3. The wood falls and the wild geese cross south, the north wind blows and the river rises cold. My home is in Xiangshuiqu, far away from Chuyun. The tears in the countryside are all gone, and the solitary sail can be seen in the sky. I want to ask questions, but the evening is long on the sea. (Meng Haoran: "Pregnancy on the River in the Early Cold")
4. When the young man left home and his elder brother returned home, his local pronunciation remained unchanged and his hair on his temples faded. When children see each other but do not know each other, they smile and ask where the guest is from? (He Zhizhang: "Odd Book on Returning to Hometown")
5. The mountains are dark and the ape is sad, and the Cangjiang River flows rapidly at night. The wind rumbles the leaves on both sides of the bank, and the moon shines on a lonely boat. Jiande is not my homeland, but we should reminisce about old travels. I will also send two lines of tears to the west of the sea. (Meng Haoran: "An old trip to Guangling on the Tonglu River")
6. The wild geese are flying to the south under the Yangyue Moon, and the rumor ends here. My journey has not ended yet, when will I come back? The river is still and the tide is beginning to fall, and the forest is dim and closed. Wherever you look at the countryside in the Ming Dynasty, you should see Longtou plum. (Song Zhiwen: "Inscribed on Dayu Lingbei Station")
7. It has been ten years since the guest house was in Bingzhou, and I remember Xianyang day and night when I return home. I crossed the Sanggan River for no reason, but I thought Bingzhou was my hometown. (Liu Zao: "Lv Ci Shuofang")
8. The sails were lowered to visit Huai Town, and the boat stopped to visit Guyi. The wind is blowing, and the sun is setting. When people return to the mountains and valleys, it is dark, and the wild geese descend on the Luzhou white. Reminiscing about the Qin Pass alone at night, I listened to the bell but did not sleep with the guests. (Wei Yingwu: "Xi Ci Xuyi County")
9. Bafu looks to Chang'an, and Heyang looks to Jing County. In the daytime, the flying birds are beautiful, and all the differences can be seen. The remaining clouds dispersed into clouds, and the Chengjiang River was as quiet as practice. The noisy birds cover Chunzhou, and the fields are full of miscellaneous heroes. When you are done with it, you will remain in prostitution, and when you are pregnant, you can have a feast. How sad is the happy occasion? The tears are like falling rain. Who can remain unchanged when he has feelings for his hometown? (Xie Tiao: "I climbed three mountains at night and looked back at the capital")
10. Traveling outside the green mountains, boating in front of the green water. The tide is flat, the banks are wide, the wind is blowing and the sail is hanging. Hai Ri is born and the night is over, Jiang Chun people are in the old year. Where can I find the hometown book? It's near Yanluoyang. (Wangwan: "Under the Cibeigu Mountain")
11. The man is engaged in the Long March, and he is a young and quiet Yanke. The winning horse's hooves are seven feet lighter. Don't dare to kill someone, you must be like a hedgehog. The white clouds are flying under the yellow clouds, and I cannot return without repaying my kindness. The young woman from Liaodong was fifteen years old and used to play the pipa and sing and dance. Today, the sound of the Qiang flute has made our three armies burst into tears. (Li Qi: "Ancient Meaning")
12. Nanshan cut bamboos into 筚篯, this music originated from Qiuci. It is said that the tunes of the Han Dynasty turned strange, and the barbarians in Liangzhou played it to me. Neighbors sighing when they hear it, and visitors from far away weep when they are homesick. The world understands listening but does not understand appreciation, and comes and goes in the wind. The withered mulberry trees and old cypresses are walking in the cold, while the nine chicks are chirping and the phoenixes are chirping randomly. Dragons roar and tigers roar for a while, and thousands of springs sound like autumn. Suddenly it becomes the fishing sun, and the yellow clouds are dull and the sun is dark. The change of tone is like hearing the spring of willows, and the flowers in the forest illuminate the new scenery. On New Year's Eve, candles are lit in the high hall, and music is played with a glass of wine. (Li Qi: "Listen to An Wanshan Playing the Jade and Zhen Song")
13. The garrison drum interrupts the pedestrian movement, and there is the sound of wild geese in the autumn. The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown. All my brothers are scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death. The letter sent was not delivered, but the troops were not suspended. (Du Fu: "Remembering My Brother on a Moonlit Night")
14. When you come from your hometown, you should know the affairs of your hometown. Tomorrow, in front of the beautiful window, the winter plum blossoms have not yet bloomed? (Wang Wei: "Miscellaneous Poems")
15. Traveling all the way to Sanba Road, I am in danger of being thousands of miles away. On a snowy night in the chaotic mountains, a stranger stands alone. Gradually, it becomes far away from the flesh and blood, and turns to the relatives of children and servants. It's just a wandering life, but tomorrow will be a new year. (Cui Tu: "Love on New Year's Eve")
16. There is no good company in the hotel, and the love will be quiet. The cold lamp reminds me of old things, and the broken goose alarms melancholy to sleep. The distant dream returns and invades the dawn, and the letter from home arrives the next year. There is a beautiful moonlit sky in Cangjiang River, and the door is a fishing boat. (Du Mu: "Traveler")
17. I am only seven days old and have been away from home for two years. After returning to the wild geese, my thoughts are in front of the flowers. (Xue Daoheng: "People miss home every day")
18. Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during the festive season. I know from afar that when my brothers climbed to a high place, there was only one less person planting dogwood trees. (Wang Wei: "Remembering Shandong Brothers on September 9th")
19. Yunkai's vision of Hanyang City is like a lonely sail. The trader sleeps during the day and knows the waves are calm, while the boatman talks at night and feels the tide rising. Sanxiang is worried about the autumn colors on the temples, and faces the bright moon when returning from thousands of miles away. The old business has been wiped out with the battle, and it is even more worthy of the sound of drums and whistles on the river. (Lulun: "Late Visit to Ezhou")
20. The sound of someone's jade flute spreads into the spring breeze and fills Luo City. Hearing the broken willows in this nocturne, no one can forget the love of his hometown. (Li Bai: "Listening to the Flute on a Spring Night in Luocheng")
21. At the end of the year, the yin and yang rush to the scene, and the frost and snow in the world are at the end of the cold night. The sound of drums and horns at the fifth watch is solemn and solemn, and the shadow of the stars in the Three Gorges wavers. A few families in Yewei heard about the war and were attacked, and fishermen and woodcutters started to appear in several places in Yige. The crouching dragon and the leaping horse end in the loess, and the human affairs news and books are full of loneliness.
(Du Fu: "Night in the Pavilion")