Poetry expressing the homesickness of a wanderer.

"Song of Bamboo Branches" by Yang Wanli

The moon shines crookedly on Kyushu,

Some families are happy and others are sad;

People are worried. It's about menstruation.

It's time to take a break and take a break.

Watching the Moon on the Fifteenth Night (Wang Jian)

Crows roost on the white trees in the courtyard, 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.

Guan Shanyue (Li Bai)

The bright moon rises out of Tianshan Mountain, among the vast sea of ??clouds.

The wind blows tens of thousands of miles across Yumen Pass.

The Han Dynasty descended to the Baideng Road, and the Hu took a peek at the Qinghai Bay.

The land was conquered, but no one returned.

The garrison guests looked at the border towns, thinking about returning home with many sad faces.

The tall building is like this night, and I have no time to sigh.

Drinking alone under the moon (Li Bai)

A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date.

Toast a glass to the bright moon, and look at each other as three people.

The moon does not know how to drink, but its shadow follows me.

While the moon is about to be shadowed, we must have fun until spring.

My singing moon lingers, my dancing shadows are scattered.

They make love together when they are awake, but they separate when they are drunk.

We will travel together forever, and we will meet each other in Miao Yunhan.

Ye Si (Li Bai)

There was a bright moonlight in front of the bed, and it was suspected to be frost on the ground.

Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown.

Reminiscing about my brother-in-law (Du Fu) on a moonlit night

The sound of drums interrupting the pedestrian movement is heard by the sound of wild geese in the autumn.

The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.

My brothers are all scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death.

The letter sent was not delivered, but the troops did not stop.

Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan (Zhang Jiuling)

The bright moon rises on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time.

Lover complains about the distant night, but lovesickness arises at night!

When the candle is extinguished, it is filled with pity and light, and when I put on my clothes, I feel the dew.

I can’t bear to give it away, but I still have a good night’s sleep.

Shuangyue (Li Shangyin)

When I first heard that the geese were gone, there were no cicadas.

A hundred feet high, the water reached the sky.

The young girl Su'e can withstand the cold.

She fights with Chanjuan in the frost in the middle of the moon.

Looking at the Moon in the Pavilion on the Night of August 15th (Tang Bai Juyi)

On the night of August 15th in the past year, I was at the apricot garden beside the Qujiang Pool.

On the night of August 15th this year, in front of the Shatou Water Museum in Penpu.

Looking to the northwest, where is my hometown? To the southeast, I can see how full the moon is.

No one could catch the wind yesterday, but tonight the light is as clear as in previous years.