The poems about looking at the moon and feeling homesick are:
1. The war continues for three months, and letters from home are worth ten thousand gold. "Spring Hope"
2. People say that the setting sun is the end of the world, but I can't see my home even if I look to the end of the world. Li Liang's "Homesickness"
3. The bright moon rises on the sea, and the world is at this time. Zhang Jiuling's "Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan"
4. Don't worry about having no friends in the future. No one in the world knows you. Gao Shi's "Two Songs of Farewell to Dong Da"
5. When singing in the daytime, you must indulge in alcohol. Youth is a good companion for returning home. Du Fu "Wen Guanjun Takes Henan and Hebei"
6. The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown. Du Fu's "Moonlight Night Remembering My Brother"
7. I wonder if Lingnan should be good. But said. This place of peace of mind is my hometown. Su Shi's "A Young Man's Journey to the South China Sea Returns a Gift to Wang Dingguo's Attendant and His Mother"
8. Relatives and friends in Luoyang are asking each other, and a heart of ice is in a jade pot. Wang Changling's "Send Off to Xin Jian in Furong Tower"
9. Trees in a foreign country have fallen leaves, and people are alone at night under the cold lamp. "Residence in Shangqiu" by Ma Dai
10. The spring breeze turns green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me again? Wang Anshi's "Boat Mooring on Guazhou"
11. The sky is vast and the feeling of hometown is strong. Zhang Jiuling's "Night Journey to the Xijiang River"
12. I wish you a long life and a thousand miles away from the cicada. Su Shi's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou Bing Chen Mid-Autumn Festival"
13. The near-town girl is even more timid and does not dare to ask the visitor. Song Zhiwen's "Crossing the Han River"
14. The sound of someone's jade flute spreads into the spring breeze and fills Luo City. Li Bai's "Hearing the Flute in Luoyang City on a Spring Night/Wearing the Flute in Luoyang City on a Spring Night"
15. The wind is blowing, the snow is blowing, breaking the heart of the hometown. Dreams cannot come true, and there is no such sound in my hometown. Nalan Xingde's "Sauvignon Blanc: A Journey in the Mountain"
16. The flowers shed tears when I feel the time, and the birds are frightened by the hatred. Du Fu's "Spring Hope"
17. I have been away from my hometown for many years, and recently I have been busy with people. He Zhizhang's "Two Poems on Returning to Hometown"
18. One cry, one ileum and one break, recalling Sanba in three springs and three months. Li Bai's "Seeing Rhododendrons in Xuancheng/Zi Gui"
19. When the young man left home and his elder brother returned, his local pronunciation remained unchanged and his hair on his temples faded. He Zhizhang's "One of Two Odd Letters on Returning to Hometown"
20. It has only been seven days since spring, and it has been two years since I left home. Xue Daoheng's "Everyone Thinks of Returning"
21. Raise your glass to the bright moon and form three people facing each other.
Li Bai's "Four Songs for Drinking Alone Under the Moon·One"