Poetry about homesickness and nostalgia

This poem about homesickness is as follows:

A person is a stranger in a foreign land and misses his loved ones twice every holiday; Bring the separated heart and the long-term consideration of the night; When I walk on a cool autumn night, I think of you and sing my poems; If you want to become 100 billion, go to the peak to see your hometown; The hometown is full of clouds and water, which is not suitable for Qiu Meng; My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty. The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world. Bring the separated heart and the long-term consideration of the night;

Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes. So I left my news to the moon and then turned to my bed, hoping to have a dream; When I walk on a cool autumn night, I think of you and sing my poems. I heard the pine tower fall on the mountain, and you seemed to wake up; Ying Chao on the sea is like a sword, cutting people's sadness in autumn everywhere. If you want to become 100 billion, go to the peak to see your hometown; It's a long night in the rain, and the lights are lonely. The hometown is full of clouds and water, which is not suitable for Qiu Meng;

Homesick sentences:

1, the clock ticked at noon, and I stayed up all night in my hometown. Tears tossing and turning all over the room, I miss looking for the recent touch of the sea. I miss my loved ones far away, and my heart is desolate, and I have a lot of thoughts at night. I saw my mother again in my dream and woke up with tears on my pillow.

2. Homesick people are in a hurry in the distance, asking for wine from the lonely moon. What year is tonight? The light dispersed gently, and the tears wet other places, and the silver light leaking from the pillow quietly accompanied the traces of loneliness.

3. The bright moon is quietly full. Alone under the starry sky in a foreign land, the long-lost family ties are flooding in, and every bit is the memory of my hometown, and every drop is the tears of missing my loved ones.

4. The new year will only deepen my longing and increase the lonely tears of an exile. He is getting old, still in uniform, and left here in the spring of homing. The monkey came down from the mountain and pestered me. Liu Jiangyuan, I thought of Jia Yi, who taught here and died here. I don't know what my term will be.

A vagrant heard the drums that predicted the battle. From the first call of a wild goose in autumn on the border, he knew that the dew would be frost tonight and the moonlight at home was so bright! Oh, my brothers, lost and scattered, what's the point of living without your? However, if there is something wrong with the letters in peacetime, what can I expect in wartime? .

6, the wind is filled with osmanthus fragrance, and the night rain is getting colder. The autumn wind is rustling on the road, and I only wish my old friends to accompany me.

7. The spring breeze is raining in Mao Mao, and a trickle is emerging. All night long, the clothes were tight and the wanderer was singing on an empty stomach. The sigh of wine is faint with osmanthus fragrance. Looking at the willow tree in front of the door, who are you waiting for?