was the plum, when you passed my silken window, is Han Mei in flower? (Wang Wei: "Miscellaneous Poems")
2. When the young leave home, the old one returns, and the local accent remains unchanged.
When children meet strangers, where do they come from? (He Zhizhang: My Hometown Book)
3. Lingwai Yinshu, winter after winter, spring after spring.
now, nearing my village, meeting people, I dare not ask a single question. (Song Zhiwen: Crossing the Han River)
4. under blue mountains we wound our way, my boat and I, along green water.
until the banks at low tide widened, the wind is hanging.
The sea grows day by day and the night is broken, and Jiang Chunren is old. < It's been two years since I left home.
After I left the wild goose, I thought about it before I spent it. (Xue Daoheng: "People miss home every day")
6. so bright a gleam on the foot of my bed, could there have been a frost already?.
lifting myself to look, I found that it was moonlight, bowing his head and homesick. (Li Bai: "Thinking about a Silent Night")
7. Whose Yu Di flies in the dark and scatters into the spring breeze. I miss Xianyang day and night.
I cross the mulberry dry water for no reason, but I hope that Bingzhou is my hometown. (Liu Zao: "Traveling to the North")
9. a wanderer hears drums portending battle, a wild goose sounds in the autumn.
he knows that the dews tonight will be frost, how much brighter the moonlight is at home!.
o my brothers, lost and scattered, what is life to me without you?.
yet if missives in time of peace go wrong, what can I hope for during war?. (Du Fu: "remembering my brothers on a moonlight night".