A poem that euphemistically expresses the homesickness of a wanderer?

A poem that euphemistically expresses the homesickness of wanderers: Spring breeze is green, South Bank is green, when will the bright moon shine on me? Tonight, the road is white, and the moonlight at home is how bright! . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight.