Ancient poems expressing the author's homesickness

The ancient poems expressing the author's homesickness are as follows:

1, he knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight at home is! . -Du Fu's Moonlight Remembering My Brother

Today is the Millennium Festival. I miss my family more, or I think the moon in my hometown is brighter.

We stubbornly believe that the moon in our hometown is the roundest.

2. When you passed my window, did the plum blossom have its first cold flower? ? -Wang Wei's Miscellaneous Poems

Excuse me, when you came to my window, did wintersweet bloom?

Plum blossoms are in bloom again, aren't they? Wandering wanderer, inner wanderer, thinking of hometown again? At this time, if someone comes from his hometown, his myriad thoughts may also become indifferent questions: when you pass my silk window, is May still there?

3, * * * * Looking at the bright moon and crying, for the red heart, five places, all sick and willing. -Bai Juyi's feeling of looking at the moon

* * * I will cry when I see a bright moon, and I will miss my hometown. These five places are the same.

Looking up, I saw this beautiful moon, and the cold was overflowing, and the clouds cleared away. The autumn night is cool, and I want to go home.

4. The drooping leaves on foreign trees and the lonely lanterns are cold at night. -Ma Dai's "Autumn Chrysanthemum on the Dam"

In the storm, yellow leaves fell from the tree, and a traveler living in a lonely temple was alone in a lonely lamp, silently lost in thought.

Old friends should be safe; I don't know the scenery of my hometown But still the same!

5, people say that the sunset is the end of the world, but they can't see home when they look at the end of the world. -Li Gou's homesickness

People say that the place where the sun goes down is the end of the world. I try my best to see the end of the world, but I can't see my home.

The place where I wanted to escape when I was a child is the place where I can't go back when I grow up.

6. I don't know where to play the flute, but I want to find someone who will spend the night. -Li Yi's "Listening to the flute at night on the wall of the township"

I don't know where the bleak reed flute blows, and all people look at their hometown overnight.

Even those who have a strong character on the battlefield are extremely gentle to their hometown.