Famous lines from ancient poetry and prose that reflect the wanderer’s longing for his homeland.

Silent Night Thoughts

Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty

There was a bright moonlight in front of the bed,

It was suspected to be frost on the ground.

Raise your head to look at the bright moon,

Lower your head and think about your hometown.

Rainy

Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty

The mist is heavy today, and the mountains and rivers are deep here.

The sound of the beach is more urgent in autumn, and the air in the gorge is more cloudy at dawn.

Looking at the tower, the clouds cover my eyes, and my heart is homesick with raindrops.

How can we comfort Youdu? I rely on this North Window Qin.

Cold food in the guest

Tang Lizhong

Cold food during the trip, homesickness and tears of wet wipes.

The music and books are broken outside the sky, and the peach and plum rain is in the spring.

There is no reason for wanting to drink, but there seems to be a reason for chanting.

There are so many people outing outside the countryside.

Autumn Thoughts on the Bank of the River

Du Xunhe of the Tang Dynasty

Driving horses along the river, homesickness arises every step of the way.

Raise the whip to wave the willow color, and lose the sound of cicadas.

Autumn crops are bounded by long roads, and cold clouds surround the ancient city.

When the family is poor and prosperous, they have no land to cultivate.

Sending friends off to the south on the river

Zhang Qiao of the Tang Dynasty

Wherever nostalgia accumulates, chaos gathers at the end of the world.

The shore is long and the people are swimming in the evening, and the lake is wide and the sails are sailing in autumn.

Buy wine and pass the fishing house, divide the lamp and fishing boat.

When Xiaoxiang sees wild geese coming, he should think of traveling alone.

Homesickness

Tang Buxie

There are no travelers in Lubei, but the letter from Yunnan has not been returned.

If you don’t sweep away the flowers in front of the court, who will climb the willows outside the door?

Sitting for a long time will sell off silver candles, and the more worries will reduce the beauty.

The moon hangs in my heart on an autumn night, and the mountains are illuminated by thousands of miles.

Homesickness in the Mountains in Winter

Tang Zhou He

The fields began to condense, and the sky became clear at dawn.

The trees are cold and there are few birds, and the mountains are far apart and there are few monks.

Close the windows against the sun and close the snow, open the furnace to release the inkstone ice.

Suddenly returned to his homeland and wanted to live in Xiling.

Autumn View of the Yunmeng Ancient City

Rongyu of the Tang Dynasty

The ruins of the old country are here, and I want to visit the ancient city.

Once a person changes, a thousand years will be in vain.

Mengzhu Hong sounded late, and the trees in Jingmen looked autumn.

The clouds linger, hanging in the distance looking at homesickness.

Great work at night

Tang Gaoshi

The hotel is sleepless under the cold light, and the guest's heart becomes desolate.

I miss my hometown tonight, and worry about tomorrow for another year.

Hometown Apricot Blossoms

Tang Sikong Pictures

Send flowers and wine to celebrate the new blooms, holding the flower branches on the left and the cup on the right.

I want to ask why the flowers and the glass of wine are different from the old friend?

Homesickness outside the river

Tangweizhuang

Every spring The sadness of a foreign land can be known by Du Qu and Huang Ying.

On the banks of the river at sunset, there are traces of heartbroken smoke and willows.

Looking from afar

Tang Yuanzhen

The eyes are full of sad winter scenery, with many mangroves on the mountain and around the temple.

Zhongxuan sheds endless tears of homesickness, and the Zhang River flows eastward with jade waves.

He Sanxiang Poems

Tang Gaoqu

Between the thousands of mountains and mountains in the north and south, who wouldn’t miss his hometown in Xuanche?

Fanghan’s sad past is left alone, and Tao Liyan is afraid of being hurt on the road.

Homesickness

Tang Xuetao

The water under Mount Emei is like oil, but my heart is not tied to the boat.

When will the sails leave Jinpu, and the sound of the boats will flow in unison.