The first song by He Zhizhang, "A Book Returning to Hometown"
When a young boy left home and his elder brother returned home, his local pronunciation remained unchanged and his hair on his temples faded.
Children don’t recognize each other when they see each other, and they laugh and ask where the guest is from.
The second song "The Master of Furong Mountain Stays in the Snow" by Liu Changqing
At dusk the mountains are far away, the weather is cold and the white house is poor.
Chaimen hears dogs barking, and people return home on a snowy night.
The third song "Qiang Village" by Du Fu
To the west of the majestic red clouds, the ground is flat under the sun's feet.
The birds in Chaimen are noisy, and returning guests have arrived thousands of miles away.
The wife and children blamed me for being here, but they were shocked and still wiped away their tears.
The world is in chaos and wandering, and survival happens by chance.
The neighbors were all over the wall, sighing and sighing.
Lighting up the candle at night is relatively like sleeping in a dream.
The fourth song "Chang'an Autumn Evening" by Rong Yu
August is even longer, and people often wake up early.
It is quiet behind closed doors, and autumn grass grows all over the courtyard.
Last night I dreamed out of the west window and entered Jingnan Road.
It is good to be poor at home when a distant visitor returns.
The fifth song is Jiang Kui's "Returning from Shihu to Tiaoxi River on the Great Night"
The shadows of wild geese are faint in the vast expanse of the lake, and the jade peaks overlap to protect the clouds.
On a lonely spring night on the long bridge, only the poet returned home.
The sixth poem by Wu Fangji, "I will send it home first from Yongning"
Thousands of plum trees are blooming, the moon is full, and the return boat is tied to the bank of the coir raincoat beach.
No regrets even if you are short of money. It is rare that the couple is a teenager.
The seventh song of the Song Dynasty, "Crossing the Han River"
The voice book outside the Ling Dynasty is broken, after winter and spring.
I am even more timid when I am close to my hometown and dare not ask anyone.
The eighth poem "Lingling Early Spring" by Liu Zongyuan
Ask how many days will it take for spring to arrive in Qinyuan from now on?
With the dream of returning home, I enter my hometown diligently.
The ninth poem "Going Home" by Du Mu
The childish child held up his clothes and asked why it was too late to return.
***Whoever fights for time will win the hair on the sideburns.
Xin Qiji's tenth poem "Qinyuanchun·The new residence with the lake is about to be completed"
The three paths have just been completed, the cranes are complaining and the apes are frightened, and the Jiaxuan has a future. It is said that Yunshan sincerely promises to have a peaceful business life, a well-dressed man, and a smile, which is worth the dust of death. When the mind is tired, it is necessary to return, and when the body is free, it is better to be early. How can it be used for water shield soup and perch? On the Qiujiang River, I watched the wild geese take refuge in the frightened strings, and the boats returned from the rough waves.
Donggang renovated the thatched house. It's better to open the windows facing the water. If you want to go fishing in a small boat, you should first plant willows and sparse fences to protect bamboos so as not to hinder the viewing of plum blossoms. Autumn chrysanthemums are worth eating, and spring orchids are admirable. Leave it to the master to plant his own flowers. I have been pondering for a long time, fearing that the king's favor has not been promised, and this intention lingers.
The eleventh poem "Chengmaiyi Tongchao Pavilion" by Su Shi
I want to live in Hainan Village for the rest of my life, and the emperor sent Wu Yang to summon my soul.
The falcons are nowhere to be seen when the sky is low, and the Central Plains is as soon as the green mountains rise.
The twelfth poem "In the Boat" by Chen Shidao
The evil wind is blowing across the river and the waves are rolling, and the yellow current is turbulent and the wind is strong.
The speed is like ten thousand riding thousands of miles, and the pressure is on the three rivers and five lakes.
On the shore, there is a wild fire at night, and I sit up in the boat to wait for the rest.
The young man’s head is gray now as he travels, and he will never return home and go back to his country.