Homesick Poems in Poetry

Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank again. I suddenly thought of the idea of home. On a quiet night, a stranger was alone in a foreign land. Every festive season, they miss their parents' memories of September 9th. The petals are like tears. The lonely bird sings the sorrowful longing for spring. The thread in the loving mother's hand is another year's masterpiece, making clothes for the body of her wayward young prodigal son, and the local accent has not changed. Returning home to yan zhen, the "next berth on the North Fort Mountain" in Luoyang, spring has only come for seven days, and I have been away from home for two years. Who is flying around in the dark, scattered in the spring breeze? Luoyang City on a Spring Night is for no reason, but Bing is regarded as his hometown. The Journey to the West knows that the dew will be frosty tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!' "I miss my brother on a moonlit night", but I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker? Jiang Lang's "Climbing the Yellow Crane Tower" has been a lover for a long time, and Shan Juan's "Water Melody" is plum blossom. When you pass my silk window, the first cold flower blooms. ■ "Miscellaneous Poems" is weeping. Looking from a distance, Humayi's Elegy can be regarded as the north wind, and the Nineteen Ancient Poems from the south branch of the Bird's Nest is the expectation of everyone in the Ming Dynasty tonight. I don't know whose home Qiu Si is. "Looking at the moon for fifteen nights" is just the mirror lake in front of the door. The days of dressing have slowed down. Nineteen ancient poems, just like spring grass, are born farther. Peace is sorrow. It's easy to see when it's in your heart. It's easy to see when it's difficult. The running water is gone. If it is almost as difficult for friends to meet each other as the "eight guards for Chu Shi" of the rising stars turn into hundreds of billions, they will look forward to their hometown "with the great early master". But tomorrow morning, they will climb over this mountain and lead a boat for three hundred miles to bid farewell to Jingmen Ferry, until, I, till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon, take my shadow with me and let the three of us drink with the moon. The moon is now full, and the horizon * * * looks forward to the distance. I don't know where to play the flute when I see the moon in the southeast, and I want to recruit people all night. Fall into the city at night.