The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold. (Du Fu's "Spring Hope")
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. (Li Bai's Silent Night Thinking)
I began to recruit priests in the morning and felt sorry for my hometown. (Wen Tingjun's "Walking in the Morning")
The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home? (Wang Anshi's "Dengguazhou")
I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays. (Wang Wei's "I miss my Shandong brother on vacation in the mountains")
But I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker, and the mist of sadness was filled on the river waves (Yellow Crane Tower under Cui Haobi's pen)
Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic. (Li Bai's "Seeing Friends Off")
I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away. (Su Shi's Water Tune)
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night. (Li Shangyin's Notes to Friends in the North on a Rainy Night)
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. (Li Shangyin's Untitled)