I know that the human heart is not like a tree, so why should I leave it like a flower? ——Xiao Zixian
I don’t know where the reeds are blowing, and all the people are looking at their hometowns overnight. ——Li Yi
The bright moonlight in front of the bed 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's "Thoughts on a Quiet Night"
The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine back on me? ——Wang Anshi
I hope that people will live long and travel thousands of miles to see the beauty of the moon. ——Su Shi
Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my loved ones even more during the festive season. ——Wang Wei
The feeling of wandering in the clouds, the love of old friends in the setting sun. ——Li Bai
You asked about the return date, but the night rain in Bashan filled the autumn pond. ——Li Shangyin
It has been ten years since I returned to Bingzhou, and I thought about Xianyang day and night, but I thought Bingzhou was my hometown. "Lv Ci Shuofang")
The mist is heavy now, the mountains and rivers are deep, the sound of autumn is more urgent, and the air in the gorge is cloudy at dawn. How can I feel lonely and lonely when I feel homesick? The North Window Qin.
I am only seven days old and have been away from home for two years. After returning home, my thoughts are in front of the flowers. (Xue Daoheng, "I Think of Returning Every Day") If you are transformed into hundreds of billions, you will disperse to the top of the mountain to look at your hometown. ——Liu Zongyuan
When the young man leaves home, his old man returns, his local pronunciation has not changed, his hair on his temples has faded, and the children smile and ask where they are from when they see each other. Where did it come from? "He Zhizhang's "Book of Returning to Hometown")
Whose jade flute is flying quietly, and the spring breeze fills Luo City. In this nocturne, I hear the willow trees breaking, and who can forget the sentiments of my homeland? (Li Bai's "Hearing the Flute in Luo City on a Spring Night")
It rains on the sycamore leaves at midnight, and the sound of the leaves is parting. ——Zhou Zizhi
It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered. ——Li Shangyin
After a hard encounter, only a few stars are scattered around. The mountains and rivers are broken, the wind flutters and the catkins float, and the life experience is ups and downs. Afraid to say panic on the beach, sigh alone in the ocean. Since ancient times, no one has died, leaving a loyal heart to illuminate history.
The willows are green and hanging on the ground, and the poplar flowers are flying in the sky. The wicker folding ruler and the flowers have all flown away. May I ask the passerby if he has returned? ——Sui Dynasty folk song "Farewell"
A piece of spring sorrow waiting to be poured out by wine. The boats on the river are rocking, and the curtains on the upper floors are moving. Qiuniang Ferry and Tai Niang Bridge. The wind is blowing and the rain is falling. When will I return home to wash my guest robes? The word "Yin" means Sheng tune, and the word "Xin" means "Xiangshao". It is easy for people to be thrown away by the stream of light. The cherries are red and the bananas are green.
The wild geese are flying south under the overcast 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 miasma. In the Ming Dynasty, when you look at your hometown, you should see Longtou plum. ——Song Zhiwen, "Inscribed on Dayu Lingbei Station"
We say farewell leisurely, and express our feelings for no reason. ——Xu Shu
The childish child held up his clothes and asked, why is it too late to return? ***Who fights for time to win the hair on the sideburns? ——Du Mu's "Going Home"
The floor of the atrium is white Crows perch in the trees, and the cold dew wets the sweet-scented osmanthus silently. Tonight, when the moon is bright and everyone looks around, I don’t know who is missing my autumn thoughts. ——Wang Jian, "Looking at the Moon on the Fifteenth Night"
The endless tears of lovesickness throw away the red beans, and the endless spring willows and spring flowers fill the painting building. －Cao Xueqin's "Hongdou Ci"
Huanjun Mingzhu sheds tears, wishing they could not meet again when they were not married. －Zhang Ji's "The Song of a Chaste Woman"
How can we live together but die differently when we only have a shadow on the human world? －Chen Hengke's "Inscription on the Portrait of Chunqi"
With tears in his eyes, he asked the flowers without saying a word, and the red flowers flew across the swing. - Ouyang Xiu's "One of Two Poems about Butterfly Love Flowers"
Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers. －Gong Zizhen's "Miscellaneous Poems of Jihai"
I rested and leaned alone high in the Mingyue Tower. The wine filled my heart with sadness, turning into tears of lovesickness. -Fan Zhongyan's "Su Mu Zhe"
The desolate farewell and the two echoes are the same, and the most overwhelming one is the bright moon. －Nalan Xingde's "Poppy Beauty"
People are like clouds flowing into the river after the wind, and their feelings are like the sticky wadding on the ground after the rain. - Zhou Bangyan's "Spring in the Jade House"
If there is a close friend who appreciates it, he will sing Yangchun without hesitation. －Yan Shu's "Willow in the Mountain Pavilion·Gift to the Singer"
The thin figure is self-pitying in the autumn water, you must pity me and I pity you. - Feng Xiaoqing's "Resentment"
Thinking of you is like the full moon, whose brightness diminishes every night. -Zhang Jiuling
Thinking of you is like a bright candle, burning your heart and bringing tears to your eyes. －Chen Shuda's "Since the King's Departure"
Heaven is not old, but love is hard to die. The heart is like a double mesh with thousands of knots in it. －Zhang Xian's "Thousand Years Old"
When the ends of the earth are limited, there is only endless love. - Yan Shu
Hatefulness is not as good as tide and faith. When you miss each other, you will realize that the sea is not deep. -Bai Juyi's "Lang Tao Sha"
It's like arguing when we see each other but not seeing each other, how can being affectionate be like being ruthless? - Sima Guang's "Moon over the Xijiang River"
The bottom of the acacia tree talks about lovesickness, and Si Lang hates it and Lang Lang doesn't know it. －Liang Qichao's "Taiwan Bamboo Branch Poems"
The crescent moon is as curved as an eyebrow, but there is no reunion. Hong Dou couldn't bear to look at it, her eyes were filled with tears of lovesickness.
Not seeing each other for one day is like three autumn days. "The Book of Songs"
Since the king came out, the bright mirror and darkness cannot be cured. Missing you is like running water, there is no end to it. －Xu Qian's "Thoughts on the Chamber"
The passing years should be a good time and a good place. ——Liu Yong
Endless is the sorrow of separation, and I have thought about it all over the world.
——Yan Shu
There is no book to post in the blue clouds at dusk, and a wild goose is cold in the mist.
After we say goodbye, I don’t know whether you are far or near. How desolate it is to see you! ——Ouyang Xiu
When spring comes, love has a dream of returning home, but half of it is hesitant to follow the dream.
The war continues for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand yuan. "Spring Hope"
The mood of wandering in the clouds, the love of old friends in the setting sun
Returning to the dream of thousands of miles home, no more worries as a guest
You came from your hometown. You should know about your hometown. Tomorrow, in front of the beautiful window, the winter plum blossoms have not yet bloomed? (Wang Wei's "Miscellaneous Poems")
The guest is passing by the green mountains, and the boat is 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, and Jiang Chun is entering the old year. Where can I find the hometown book? It's near Yanluoyang. (Wang Wan's "Under the Cibeigu Mountain")
The sorrow of separation gradually becomes infinite, and the distance is endless like spring water. ——Ouyang Xiu
The sorrow of separation is causing chaos, and the wind is flying across the east road. ——Zhang Xian
Lingwai Yin Shu ends, winter returns to spring. I feel even more timid when I'm close to my hometown and don't dare to ask anyone. "Crossing the Han River" in the Song Dynasty)
The hotel is so cold that I can't sleep alone, and the guest's heart is filled with sadness. Tonight, I miss my hometown thousands of miles away. Another year of frost on my temples will come tomorrow. ——Gao Shi's "New Year's Eve"
The leaves of the wood are rustling, the autumn air is fresh, and the sound of the river is even more dust-free. Who can know each other throughout his life, only Jin Jiao is an old friend.
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"
People say that the setting sun is the end of the world, but you can't see home even if you look to the end of the world. I already hate that the green mountains are blocking each other, and the green mountains are still covered by dusk clouds. ——Li Gou's "Hometown Thoughts"
The scenery is strange when autumn comes in the fortress. Hengyang's wild geese go away without paying attention, and there are sounds from all directions. Thousands of miles away, the long smoke sets and the sun sets, solitary city closed. A cup of turbid wine can lead to a home thousands of miles away, but Yan Ran has no plan to return home. Qiang Guan is covered with frost all over the ground. When a man is sleepless, the general's hair turns gray and his husband weeps.
When the young boy left home and his boss came back, his local pronunciation remained unchanged and his hair on his temples faded. When children meet each other but don't know each other, they laugh and ask where the visitor is from? ("He Zhizhang's "Returning to Hometown")
For fear of the pain of separation, there are many things that I want to talk about but stop talking. ——Li Qingzhao
Everything in the world has experienced the sorrow of spring, and now it is time to cry to the sky. Forty million people burst into tears, wondering where China is in the world. ——Tan Sitong's "A Chapter with Feelings"
After a long journey back to Qingye, people's words are gradually unknown, and I return empty-handed and sad.
——Zhou Bangyan
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