Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.
The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.
Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin. Du Fu's Hope in Spring
The drums of the defenders cut off people's communication, and a lonely goose was singing in autumn in the frontier.
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.
Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop. Du Fu's Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night
The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city, and my wandering son doesn't know how his relatives in his hometown are; Writing a letter to peace has too much to say and I don't know where to start.
Repeated fears, unspeakable haste, pedestrians come and leave; Zhang Jide's Qiu Si
When a person is a guest in a foreign land, he will miss his relatives twice every holiday.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. On Wang Wei's Mountain Holiday Missing Shandong Brothers
Every winter solstice, I am accompanied by the shadow in front of the knee lamp.
If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers. Night Memories of Hometown in Winter Solstice in Handan
The child asked why it was too late to come back.
* * * Who is fighting for time; Win the sideburns (Du Mu's Return to the Tomb)