1. "Nostalgia" - Yu Guang
The ice and snow melt in the embrace of the warm sun
The lush green grass fills the horizon
< p>When the cool east wind wakes up the poet from his hangover that hurts springThe setting sun slowly sets with flying flowers
March, March
I am dragging a The long back
Wandering on the streets of a foreign land
The faces in a foreign land are all indifferent
Looking indifferently at every passer-by
When the boundless silk rain slants into a thin and dense net
covering the wanderer’s empty mood
Melancholy, melancholy
I lean on a family The dilapidated door of the inn
Looking at my hometown in the distance
The home in my dream is a misty village
The tabby cat snored and curled up in the mother's house...
2. "Moonlight Night Homesickness" - Jia Yuan
Drink a pot of moonlight tonight
Miss the sound of frogs and drums
Toward the direction of hometown
The wind from the north carries melancholy
The dust along the way
Like a faint silver light
The hardships of the world
Both are burning in the chest
A cup of long-held melancholy
The moon in the sky is drunk
Can’t see the surrounding scenery clearly
< p>Hazy, teary eyes like frostWhy are the phoenix trees green or yellow?
Mottled on the aging pond
The singing cicadas are missing on the trees
< p>Unable to sing to my hometown3. "Homesickness Song" - Li Xianxiu
One in Putang,
One in Weitang,
Two ears of hometown.
The two ears of my hometown,
actually grew into this book,
I grabbed them,
the whole hometown After being pulled out, the aroma was fragrant.
The face of the sky outside the window is still gloomy.
My heart, my heart,
begins to turn from cloudy to sunny.
Night is the best magician.
Move the sunflowers in your hometown
quietly into your dreams.
4. "Under the Full Moon" - In the Afterglow
The moonlight is all over the ground,
No one is cleaning it,
then fold one A wider lotus leaf,
wrapped a piece of moonlight back,
went back and sandwiched it into a Tang poem.
Flat,
like pressed lovesickness...
The moonlight has the fragrance of lotus leaves.
5. "Nostalgia" - Xi Murong
The song of hometown is a distant flute
It always sounds on moonlit nights
< p>The appearance of my hometown is a kind of vague feeling of lossAs if waving goodbye in the fog
After parting
Nostalgia is like a tree without annual rings
Never grow old