Poetry expressing the thoughts of old friends

Yesterday, I left, and the willows were reluctant; The road is muddy and difficult to walk, and people are thirsty and hungry.

Sad songs can be used as tears, but from a distance, they can be used as angelica-folk songs of Han Yuefu

Humayi north wind, bird's nest south branch-Korea. Nineteen ancient poems

But how much love does an inch of grass have, three times-Tang Mengjiao.

Now, approaching my village and meeting people, I dare not ask a question-Tang Song Wen Zhi.

You have just come from our hometown, and we must understand the world. When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? -Tang Wang Wei

The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already? Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank again, and I suddenly remembered my home-Don Li Bai.

Where is your hometown? Don't go home until you are drunk —— Photo by Song Liqing

I miss my relatives more every festive season-Tang Wangwei

I don't know who Qiu Si will fall into tonight-Tang Wangjian.