2. Elegy can be wept, but it can be returned to China far away-Elegy, a folk song of Han Yuefu
3. Humayu follows the north wind and crosses the south branch of the Bird's Nest —— Nineteen Ancient Poems by Han.
4. However, an inch of grass, enjoying three rays of spring, how much love is there-Jiao's "Wanderer"
5. Now, approaching my village and meeting people, I dare not ask a question-Du Da Yu Ling by Tang Song Wenzhi.
You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! When you passed my window, was the plum blossom Han Mei's flower? -Three miscellaneous poems by Wei.
7. The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is it frosty already? Looking up, I found that it was moonlight, which sank again, and suddenly I remembered my hometown-Tang Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night.
8. Where is your hometown? Only when you are drunk-Song Liqingzhao's Bodhisattva Man
9. I miss my relatives more during the festive season-Wei's "Mountain Residence Sacrifices the Silu Brothers".
10. I don't know who will fall tonight-Wang Tangjian's "Looking at the bright moon for Du Langzhong on fifteen nights"
1 1. Everyone gradually feels strange in the local accent, but they hate the sound of warblers like old mountains-five books by Tang Sikong.
12. Looking at the lake in front of the door, the spring breeze does not change the old waves-Two Couples in Hometown by Tang He Zhang Zhi
13. The teenager left home, and the old friend returned, and the local accent did not change. -Tang He Zhang Zhi's Homecoming Book
14. He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! -Tang Du Fu's Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night.
15. Don't be sad, be sad, be sad, and be separated-Nine Songs of Warring States, Chu and Qu Yuan, Live Less.
16. The day of parting is far away, but the day of wearing clothes is slow-nineteen ancient poems in Han Dynasty. Travel again.
17. Think before you go to the wild goose-Sui's "Every day someone misses home"
homesickness
Xi Murong
Songs in my hometown/yes branches/flutes in Qingyuan
It always rings on a moonlit night.
The face of hometown/is a kind of/vague disappointment.
As if/in the fog/waving goodbye
After separation
Nostalgia/Is it a tree/No rings?
Never/grow old
homesickness
Yu Guangzhong
Later when I was a child.
Nostalgia/is it a/small/stamp nostalgia/is it a profile/short/serious
I/I'm here/I'm outside.
Mother/over there. Mother/heart.
Grow up, now
Nostalgia/Yes-Zhang/Narrow/Fare Nostalgia/Bay/Shallow/Strait
I am here.
The bride/on the mainland/over there
homesickness
Bian Zhilin
On a quiet night in this ancient city,
I heard the Ming flute in my hometown,
Qian Shan is separated by thousands of waters,
But there are also sad songs to sing.
I happened to remember something in my heart,
But not long-lost parents,
It's just a small pond near my hometown.
In the breeze, reeds and wolves on both sides of the pond.
& lt& lt homesickness >>
Yu Guangzhong
Hours later
Homesickness is a small stamp.
I'm at this end
Mom is over there.
When I grow up
Homesickness is a narrow ticket.
I'm at this end
The bride is over there.
We'll talk about it later.
Homesickness is a low grave.
I am outside
Mom's inside.
But now
Homesickness is a shallow strait.
I'm at this end
The mainland is over there
Miss Xi Murong
The song of my hometown is the flute of Qingyuan/I always think of it on a moonlit night.
The face of hometown is a vague disappointment/like a wave of parting in the fog.
Thinking about Li Bai at night
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already? "I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic."
Go back to your hometown and write to him.
Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed. When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from.
Tianjin Sha Qiu Si Ma Zhiyuan
Dead vines and old trees, faint crows, flowing bridges, old roads with thin horses in the west wind, heartbroken people in the sunset.