Homesickness:
Wang Wan, the next berth of Beibao Mountain.
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.
... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.
I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang.
Song Wenzhi's Crossing the Han River
Outside the ridge, the sound is broken, winter returns to winter and spring returns to spring.
Now, near my village and meeting people, I dare not ask a question.
Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my brother Wang Wei in Shandong.
As a stranger who is alone in a foreign land, I miss my relatives twice every festive season.
I know from a distance where my brother climbed, and there is one person missing from the dogwood.
Li Bai thinks at night.
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?
"I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic."
Xue Daoheng's "Every Day Someone Homesick"
It's only seven days in spring and two years away from home.
The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom.
Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night"
The sound of Yudi's flight was dark, and the spring breeze filled Los Angeles.
In this nocturne, everyone can't remember the national conditions.
Du Fu's Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night
The drums of the defenders cut off people's communication, and a lonely goose was singing in autumn in the frontier.
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.
However, if there is something wrong with letters in peacetime, what can I expect in wartime? .
Inspirational:
Lu You: There is no way to recover from the heavy mountains and heavy waters, and there is another village.
Li Bai and I will ride the wind and waves one day. sail across the sea
Wen Tianxiang's life has never died since ancient times, so he should study its history.
Wen Tianxiang's heart is a magnet, not that the South refuses to rest.
Liu Yuxi (as a reward for Lotte's first meeting in Yangzhou) crossed Qian Fan on the side of the sunken ship and Wan Muchun in front of the sick tree.
Say goodbye to sadness:
Li Shangyin's untitled time was long before I met her, but it was longer, because we were separated, and the east wind had risen and a hundred flowers were blooming.
Chai Feng-Lu You
Red crisp hands, Huangteng wine, Mancheng spring willow.
Dongfeng evil, with a faint heart and a cup of sadness, has been separated for several years.
No! No! No!
Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad.
Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold books.
Mo, Mo, Mo!
Tang Wan, Feng.
The world is thin, human feelings are evil, and it is easy to fall when the rain is sent late.
The breeze is dry, the tears are gone, and I want to worry about it.
Difficult! Difficult! Difficult!
People become different, today is not yesterday, and sick souls are often thousands of miles away.
The bugle sounded cold, the night was dim, people were afraid to ask questions, and tears pretended to be happy.
Hide, hide, hide!
Notes for Friends in the North on a Rainy Night Li Shangyin
June asked whether the return date has not yet been determined.
Autumn pool night rain rises.
When * * * cut off the western window candle,
When will I hear your voice again, all night in the rain?