Tang buxie
People in northern Luzhou are definitely lost, but the letter from Yunnan has never been answered.
If you don't sweep the flowers in front of the court, you will climb the willow outside the door.
Selling silver candles after sitting for a long time will lose face.
Hanging in the autumn night, Wan Li shines on the mountains.
Nostalgia in winter
Tangzhouhe
The wilderness began to be strict and the sky was clear and cloudless.
Trees are cold and birds are rare, and monks are rare in the mountains.
Collect the snow on the back window of the sun and open the furnace to release the inkstone ice.
I suddenly returned to my old country and wanted to live in Xiling.
Yunmeng Ancient Town in Wang Qiu
Tang rongyu
The ruins of the old country are there, so I want to travel to the old place when I board the ship.
Once people change, thousands of years of water will flow in vain.
Dream Zhu Hongsheng night, Jingmen tree color autumn.
When the clouds don't disperse, I look at my homesickness.
Gu Xiang xing Hua
Donskontu
Send flowers and wine to celebrate the new opening, with flowers on the left and cups on the right.
Ask a cuttlefish and a glass of wine. How can an old friend be different?
Homesickness outside the river
Tangweizhuang
I am always outside. Every spring, I am alone in the country, sitting under a tree and drinking. The trees on the tree should also know my homesickness.
Seeing the setting sun on the river bank, it seems that my heart has been torn into pieces of willow leaves.
Look into the distance
Don
There are many mangrove temples on a mountain with sad winter scenery.
Zhong Xuan is full of homesick tears, and Zhang Shuidong flows like jade waves.
He Zhangzhi's Homecoming Book
Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed.
Where do children come from when they meet strangers? help me
You come from my old country,
Tell me what happened there! .
It's plum. When you pass my window,
Is the cold plum in bloom?
(Wang Wei: "Miscellaneous Poems")
The sound outside the ridge is broken,
Winter goes and spring comes.
Now, near my village, meet people,
I dare not ask a question.
(Song Wenzhi, "Crossing the Han River")
We wound our way under the blue mountain,
Me and my boat, along the green water.
Until the river bank widens at low tide,
No wind blows my lonely sail.
... night now gives way to the ocean of the sun,
Jiang Chunren's old year.
I can finally send my messenger,
Geese, return to Luoyang.
(Wang Wan: a berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain)
Whose Yu Di flies in the dark,
Spring breeze scattered in Los Angeles.
In this serenade, I heard the sound of willows.
Who can't afford to be homesick?
(Li Bai: The Flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night)
A vagrant heard the drums heralding the battle,
A wild goose sings in autumn.
He knew that the dew tonight would be frost,
How bright the moonlight is at home! .
Oh, my brothers, lost and scattered,
What does life without you mean to me? .
But if something goes wrong with peacetime letters,
What can I expect during the war? .
(Du Fu: "Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night")
As a stranger in a foreign land,
Please think twice about your relatives during the festival.
Know where the brothers climb,
There is one person missing from the dogwood.
(Wang Wei: vacationing in the mountains reminds me of my brothers in Shandong)
Every winter to Sunday in Handan Post,
Knee-hugging lamp with shadow.
I want to sit at home late at night,
It should also be said that people who travel far away.
(Bai Juyi: "The Solstice of Winter in Handan" misses home at night)
When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
But I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker. The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy.
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
There is moonlight in front of the window. Could it have frosted? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
Where is the township book? Geese, return to Luoyang.
A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet.
When * * * was cutting candles at the west window, it was raining late in the autumn pool.
Where is the home of Yunheng Qinling? The snow held the blue horse back.