When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? (Wang Wei: "Miscellaneous Poems")
Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent remains unchanged.
Where do children come from when they meet strangers? (He Zhangzhi: Homecoming Book)
3. Leave the mountain to rest, winter will come, and spring will come.
Now, near my village and meeting people, I dare not ask a question. (Song Wenzhi, "Crossing the Han River")
Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water.
Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.
... the night turned into an ocean of the sun, which was Jiang Chunren's year.
I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. (Wang Wan: a berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain)
It's only seven days in spring and two years away from home.
People return to yan zhen, thinking before flowers. (Xue Daoheng: "People are homesick every day")
6. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? .
Looking up, I found it was moonlight, and I bowed my head and missed my home. (Li Bai: Quiet Night Thinking)
7. Whose rain flute flies in the dark, and the spring breeze permeates Los Angeles.
In this nocturne, you can't help homesick.
8. It has been ten frosts in Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night.
Crossing the dry water of mulberry for no reason, I hope Bingzhou is my hometown. (Liu Zao: "Journey to the North")
9. A vagrant heard the drums heralding the battle, and a wild goose sang in autumn.
He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! .
Oh, my brothers, what's the point of my life without you? .
However, if there is something wrong with letters in peacetime, what can I expect in wartime? . (Du Fu: Remembering brothers on a moonlit night)