The sound and writing outside the mountains are perfect, and after winter comes spring again. I feel even more timid when I'm close to my hometown and don't dare to ask anyone. "Crossing the River and Han Dynasty" Song Zhiwen
The young man left home and his boss came back, but his local pronunciation has not changed and his hair on his temples has faded. When children see each other but don't recognize each other, they laugh and ask where the guest comes from. "Odd Book on Returning Hometown") He Zhizhang
The garrison of drums interrupts the pedestrian movement, and the sound of wild geese is heard in autumn. The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown. All my brothers are scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death. Sending letters often failed to arrive, and the troops did not stop. "Moonlight Night, Billions of Brothers" by Du Fu
The moonlight shines brightly in front of the bed, which is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown. Li Bai: "Thoughts on a Quiet Night"
I am a stranger in a foreign land, but I miss my family even more during festive seasons. I know from afar that when my brothers climbed to a high place, there was only one less person planting dogwood trees. "Reminiscences of Shandong Brothers on September 9th" Wang Wei
After the ancient platform crumbled, I looked back at my hometown in autumn. There are few people coming to the wild temple, and the clouds are separated by deep water. The setting sun is still setting, and the cold chimes are filling the forest. Sad about the affairs of the Southern Dynasties, the Yangtze River is alone today. "Climbing Wugongtai Temple in Autumn and Looking into the Far Away" Liu Changqing
On a Chang'an night when the rain stagnates, I am alone with the broken lamp and feel sad. My hometown is cloudy and watery, and it is not suitable for autumn to return to my dreams. "The Rain" by Li Shangyin
The childish child held up his clothes and asked, why is it too late to return? ***Who fights for time and wins the hair on the sideburns? "Going Home" by Du Mu
The water from the Yuanjiang River flows to Chenyang, and the road is long at the mouth of the stream. Who knows if I am relegated to a distant place, I will look forward to the thunderstorm, and the spring water will return home next year.
"Send Wu Shijiu to Yuanling" Wang Changling