On New Year's Eve, you are in a foreign land, homesick, homesick. This feeling will remind you of any poem by an ancient poet.

Is there frost already? ,

One person was missing when the dogwood was planted all over the floor.

Please think twice about your relatives during the festival.

Looking up, I found it was moonlight.

Know where the brothers climb.

There is also Li Bai's "Silent Night Thinking".

The foot of my bed is shining so brightly,

Sink back again, I suddenly think of home, I will think of Wang Wei's "Vacation in the Mountain" and my brothers in Shandong.

A lonely stranger in a strange land, I was left behind.