Li Yi's "On Listening to Xiao at Night on the Wall of Hometown": The sand is like snow before Yuefeng, and the moon outside the city is like frost. I don't know where the bleak reed flute blows and I look at my hometown all night.
Wang Wei's "Thinking of Brothers in Shandong on Vacation in the Mountain": Being in a foreign land, I miss my family twice every holiday. Knowing where my brother climbed, I inserted one less person in the dogwood.
The same is true of Bai Juyi's "From Handan to Night Thinking Home": every winter solstice in Handan, there is a light holding the knee. If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers.
You come from your hometown, tell me what happened there! . Come to the window and open its first cold flower? ? -Wang Wei's Miscellaneous Poems