1, we meandered along the blue mountain, and my boat and I walked 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. Finally, I can send my messenger, Wild Goose, back to Luoyang. -"A berth at the foot of the North Fort Mountain"
The bright moon rises from the mountains in the sky, in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds. The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass. At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai. This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive. The soldiers turned and looked at the border, thinking of home with longing eyes. The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away. -"Guan Shanyue"
Sail from Jingmen Ferry, and soon you will be with southerners. At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness. The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces. The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles. -"seeing friends off at Jingmen Ferry"
4. Start collecting in the morning and visit your hometown. When a chicken crows at the Maodian Moon, people walk on the Banqiao Frost. Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, and bitter orange flowers shine on the wall. Because they remembered Ling Du's dream, the geese returned home full of food. -"Doing Good and Going Early"
When the sunlight in winter becomes shorter on the elemental scale, the end of the world is covered with snow and ice. Stark sounded the fifth watch, drums and horns rang, and stars and Tianhe danced on three mountains. I heard women crying after the battle in the distance, and I saw savage fishermen and woodcutters at dawn. Sleeping dragons and galloping horses are not generals now. They are dust. Be quiet for a while. Oh, the noise of the world ...-Pavilion Night
6, the east wind blows rain over the green hills, but looks at a thousand grasses. When will the dream home arrive and how many people will return to Chunjiang? Outside Chang 'an, the Ye Yuan River criss-crosses, extending beyond the clouds on the horizon, and inside Chang 'an, the palaces in the palaces are shrouded in a sunset. Who knows that I am a scholar, born in troubled times, alone, white-haired, haggard, wandering in the desolate mountains. -"Spring in Chang 'an"
Sentences expressing homesickness
Homesickness is a cup of tea, a mediocre metaphor, but I like it very much. I don't want to say homesickness is wine, because homesickness is not as strong as wine. Homesickness can only be a wisp of fragrance in the dark night without people, which will dissolve us from the noisy world bit by bit. Homesickness is tea, and there is always some sweetness in bitterness; Homesickness is tea, but it will not fade away.
Homesickness is always related to distance and going abroad. Homesickness is a line through time and space, one end is a wanderer, and the other end is hometown. The farther a wanderer goes, the tighter his homesickness becomes. When the wanderer's hair is gray and tired, he draws the deepest mark in his heart.