When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? (Wang Wei: Zashi)?
Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed.
Where do children come from when they meet strangers? (He Zhangzhi: My hometown 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 now gives way to the ocean of the sun, and Jiang Chunren was in the old year.
I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. (Wang Wan: the next berth on Beibao Mountain)?
It's only seven days in spring and two years away from home.
People belong to geese, think before flowers. Xue Daoheng: I miss him 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, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home. (Li Bai: thinking at night)?
7. Whose rain flute flies in the dark and the spring breeze permeates Los Angeles?
Who will hear the sound of willow breaking in this serenade and can't help but feel homesick?
8. It has been ten frosts in Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night.
Crossing the mulberry dry water for no reason, I only hope that Bing is my hometown.
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)