1. You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! .
When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? (Wang Wei: "Miscellaneous Poems")
2. I left home when I was young, and my local accent has not changed.
Where do children come from when they meet strangers? (He Zhangzhi: Homecoming Book)
3. Leave the mountain to rest, winter will come, and spring will come.
The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home. (Song Wenzhi, "Crossing the Han River")
Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water.
Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.
... the night now gives way to the ocean of the sun, and Jiang Chunren was in the old year.
I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. (Wang Wan: a berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain)
It's only seven days in spring and two years away from home.
The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom. (Xue Daoheng: "People are homesick every day")
6. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? .
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. (Li Bai: "Silent Night Thinking")
7. Whose rain flute flies in the dark, and the spring breeze permeates Los Angeles.
In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick. (Li Bai: The Flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night)
8. It has been ten frosts in Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night.
For no reason, I crossed the mulberry river, but I hope that Bingzhou is my hometown. (Liu Zao: "Journey to the North")
9. A vagrant hears drums that indicate fighting, and a wild goose rings in autumn.
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.
Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop. (Du Fu: "Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night")
Thinking about Li Bai at night
The foot of my bed is shining brightly, and I suspect there is frost on the ground. I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
Wang Yitai
Jing' an mansion, facing the willow in front of the window every day, is far away at this moment; At the station, the spring is fading and flowers are everywhere.
Two beautiful springs, on the same day; At this time, family members miss their relatives outside, and people outside miss their families.
Coconut silk is good in Handan from winter to the sun.
Every winter solstice, I am accompanied by the shadow in front of the knee lamp.
If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers.
Nanpubie
In the bleak drudgery of Nanpu, the autumn wind is bleak.
At the sight of heartbroken, I dare not look back.
1. Wang Wei's essays
You come from my old country. Tell me what happened there! .
When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming?
3. Song Wenzhi's Crossing the Han River
Outside the ridge, the sound is broken, winter returns to winter and spring returns to spring.
The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home.
4. One of Wang Wan's berths at the foot of Beibao Mountain.
Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water.
Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.
... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.
I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang.
5. Xue Daoheng's "Every Day Someone Homesick"
It's only seven days in spring and two years away from home.
The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom.
7. Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night"
The sound of Yudi's flight was dark, and the spring breeze filled Los Angeles.
In this nocturne, everyone can't remember the national conditions.
8. Liu Zao's trip to the North
It has been ten frost in Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night.
For no reason, I crossed the mulberry river, but I hope that Bingzhou is my hometown.
Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my brother Wang Wei in Shandong.
I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
Bai Juyi in rainy days
It's foggy in Kesash, and the mountains and rivers are deep here.
In autumn, the sound of the beach is more urgent and the canyon is overcast.
Looking at the clouds to cover your eyes, homesick for raindrops.
How will you comfort your loneliness? Thanks to this north window piano.
Zuo Bai Juyi, Lu Cun, neixiang county
When the sun sets, the wild road is cool, and the horse is homesick.
Things in autumn in Wei Village should be like this: red dates, pears and Huang Sui rice.
Cross-blowing and stabbing the silver head of the faucet
Water is flowing, trees are yellow, and people are homesick.
In Ma Si, when the sun is slanting, the wind is blowing very fast, and the geese are thinking for a long time on the cold clouds.
Lin Mingji was born in the waning moon, and cattle and sheep were separated by water in Pingsha.
Those who run wild, seal Hou, who will cut Loulan and offer it to Weiyang.
Cen Can Banan Zhouzhong Night Market
At dusk at the ferry, people compete for flow.
It's near Zhong Temple and far from Jiangcun.
Seeing the homesickness of geese and smelling the tears of apes.
Alone outside Wan Li, the autumn moon is unbearable.
In late autumn, the traveler thought of sending Li Jiayou to Jinghua.
Song Yu complains, and Zhang Hengfu has four worries.
When the homesick geese arrive in the north, you have to leave the water flowing eastward.
Leaning against the tree to see the yellow leaves, everyone confessed their heads.
The ceremony is not lost, and the sunset climbs the stairs.
Wang Jian, a peacock who was wounded by Ling Wei at Hewumen.
Lonely autumn pavilion is cloudy, and Ling Wei was a bird.
Looking for seamount black, homesick orange pomelo is deep.
Look up and smell the old songs, but cherish the residual gold.
Withered and not flying far, the heart of the pool is heavy.
Chang Wang Anqiu Zhao Wei
Clouds and things are sad and clear, and the Han Palace moves in high autumn.
When the stars are broken, the flute touches the ground.
Purple half-open fence is quiet, and red is full of lotus worries.
Beautiful perch, empty wearing a southern crown to learn Chu prisoners.
British Qiu Cheng Wang Lang Teachers College
The bald head misses home, and the empty mountain smells the sound of wild geese.
Gaocheng sunset looks west, autumn wind drives water.
Send geese for money.
It's clear in autumn in Wan Li, and you are alone in the south.
The wind turns to frost and cold, and the clouds open to see the moon.
If you don't dare to go to the wing, the shadow will disappear.
Looking at the sky, homesickness is everywhere.
Yunmeng ancient town sees the glory of autumn.
The ruins of the old country are there, so I want to travel to the old place when I board the ship.
Once people change, thousands of years of water will flow in vain.
Dream Zhu Hongsheng night, Jingmen tree color autumn.
When the clouds don't disperse, I look at my homesickness.
Shan Yu Jiao Xiao Wu Yuanheng
Hu Er blew the horn of Seoul, the bright moon was in the sky, and the frost was cold and the desert was autumn.
It was dawn before the end of the three plays, and no one looked down on homesickness.
In the illness, the guest scattered and repeated his words, cherishing the history of Ada.
Fahua lay head down, and the dark insects gradually disappeared into the homesickness.
Pillow predecessors went to the empty court at dusk, and saw Banana Bailuqiu again.
After the customs inspection, I heard cicada's feelings in Jiahui and introduced them to the general manager.
I heard yesterday that I was shocked and changed, and I was often sad in a foreign land.
Hearing this name today, Fang Huan traveled to China.
According to the tree, it is noon, and the autumn wind has been reported to the court.
And feel good voice, Wynn suddenly burst into tears.
Qiudeng Chengyang Li Qunyu
Autumn sounds like water in thousands of households, and the breeze blows home.
Pedestrians look far and think sadly, and white waves and green maple fill the north building.
Send friends to Jiangnan, Zhang Qiao
Where homesickness accumulates, there is world turmoil.
The shore is long and the group is late, and the lake is wide and sails in autumn.
Buy wine over fishermen, divide the lights and fish the boat.
When Xiaoxiang sees a goose, it is advisable to travel alone.
Kun sent his brother from Jiangnan.
In the autumn of the second year of Jianshan, my home was in Bailangtou, Songjiang.
When the moon is closed, guests cry and smoke homesick all day.
I don't know what the situation is now, and it's not easy to pay Yantai.
I envy the wild goose south, and it's raining all over the sky to Tingzhou.
Qiu Si Zhangji
The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city, and my wandering son doesn't know how his relatives in his hometown are; Writing a letter to peace has too much to say and I don't know where to start.
When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him.
The mountain country is disappointed by wind and rain, and the Qiu Si sheep is disappointed
Zhu Tong has left the dawn, and the cool breeze is like hometown.
Surprise Qiu Lai sunrise, sitting on the front porch to feel things.
Jiang Yanfei is still tired, pomegranate is still numerous.
I have always believed it, but I have forgotten it for a long time.
Two poems by Wang Ya were presented to Yuan.
That year, I was willing to jealously guard the empty curtains, sleep in the mountains and jump to start feeling separated.
The never-flying geese sent a letter and found a crescent moon.
I hate that the outside is clear, and the willow branches are broken. When I am free, I pick lotus in the green lake.
There is no Zhang Chang in the boudoir, and the Great Wall is on the edge of the Great Wall.
Zhouhe, Qiu Si
Willow went to Qiu Si, and Chutian was still mowing the grass.
Starting from heart disease, there are many broken leaves at night.
The drizzle sends out cicadas in the city, and the sunset lets tourists pass by.
The old mountain still exists, separated by Dongting waves.
Qiu Si Sui Yu Hotel
Sitting alone in a hotel, going out has become a bitter song.
What makes you feel late, late autumn.
Cold butterfly loves hay, which makes me leave my hometown.
Look at the trees in front of the courtyard. Birds live in the nest in the south branch.
Freehand brushwork Li shangyin
Yanyan is separated from the forest all the way, and Gao Qiu looks at Long song.
There is a danger of crossing the river on the road between people, and the mountains beyond the sky are only deep in the jade base.
The sun shines among the flowers, and the clouds are cloudy from the city.
I have been homesick for three years, and I can't help but enter the new year.
Tang Yanqian of Pujin River Pavilion
Autumn rain is clear, the scenery is clear, and the morning pavilion is lush.
I hope to ride the water in the smoke, and I will go to the king's shelter during the day.
Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely.
Nostalgia is sadder than farewell, and this kind of mourning is endless.