Wang Wei recalls Shandong brothers on September 9th
We are strangers in a foreign land, but we miss our relatives even more during the festive season.
I know from afar that my brothers have climbed to a high place, and there is one less person planting dogwood trees everywhere.
He Zhizhang's Return to Hometown Occasion
When the young man left home and his elder brother returned home, his local pronunciation remained unchanged and his hair on his temples faded.
Children don’t recognize each other when they see each other, and they laugh and ask where the guest is from.
Song Zhiwen "Crossing the Han River"
The sound of the book outside the mountains is broken, and the winter returns to spring.
I am even more timid when I am close to my hometown and dare not ask anyone.
Li Bai's "Hearing the Flute in Luocheng on a Spring Night"
The sound of someone's jade flute flies silently, scattering people in the spring breeze all over Luocheng.
In this nocturne, I heard the broken willows, who can't remember the sentiments of my motherland.
Liu Zao traveled to Shuofang
It has been ten years since the guest house was in Bingzhou. When I returned home, I recalled Xianyang day and night.
I crossed the Sanggan River for no reason, but I thought Bingzhou was my hometown
Cui Hao Yellow Crane Tower
People in the past have gone there on yellow cranes, and there are no yellow cranes left here. building.
The yellow crane will never return, and the white clouds will remain empty for thousands of years.
Qingchuan is surrounded by Hanyang trees and luxuriant grasses in Parrot Island.
Where is Rimu Xiangguan? The smoke on the Yanbo River makes people sad.
(Anonymous)
The bright moon shines brightly on my bed.
Sorrowful and unable to sleep, I pick up my clothes and wander around.
Although it is a pleasant trip, it is better to return home early.
Who should I complain to when I am alone and worried?
The leader returned to the room and shed tears on his clothes.
There is also a modern poem that is also very good
Nostalgia Yu Guangzhong (Taiwan)
When I was a child
Nostalgia is a small stamp
I am on this side
My mother is on that side
When I grow up
Nostalgia is a narrow boat ticket
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I am here
The bride is there
Later
Nostalgia is a short grave
I am outside
My mother is inside
And now
Nostalgia is a shallow strait
I am here
p>The mainland is over there