Humayi's The North Wind, Crossing the South Branch of the Bird's Nest-Nineteen Ancient Poems by China & gt
Now, approaching my village and meeting people, I dare not ask a question-Tang Song Wen Zhi>
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. -Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night
You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! It's Mei, when you pass my window, Han Mei, Hua Wei-Wei>
1 rainy Tang Bai Juyi
It's foggy in Kesash, and the mountains and rivers are deep here. In autumn, the sound of the beach is more urgent and the canyon is overcast.
Looking at the clouds to cover your eyes, homesick for raindrops. How will you comfort your loneliness? Thanks to this north window piano.
2 Hakka cold food Tang Lizhong
Cold food after a trip, homesickness and tears. The sound book is broken in the sky, and the peach and plum spring rain.
Not in the mood to drink, but there is reason to sing. How many people lost outside his suburbs and went out for an outing.
3 Jiang 'an Xunhe River, Tang Dou, Qiu Si
Driving along the river, homesick step by step. Raise the whip and wave the willow color, and then lose the cicada sound.
Long road of autumn crops, about the ancient city of Leng Yun. The family is poor and rich, and there is no land to return to farming.
Farewell to friends on the river and head south to Zhang Qiao in Tang Dynasty.
Where homesickness accumulates, there is world turmoil. The shore is long and the group is late, and the lake is wide and sails in autumn.
Buy wine over fishermen, divide the lights and fish the boat. When Xiaoxiang sees a goose, it is advisable to travel alone.
5 homesick, don't thank me
People in northern Luzhou are definitely lost, but the letter from Yunnan has never been answered. If you don't sweep the flowers in front of the court, you will climb the willow outside the door.
Selling silver candles after sitting for a long time will lose face. Hanging in the autumn night, Wan Li shines on the mountains.
6 Dongshan homesickness Tangzhouhe
The wilderness began to be strict and the sky was clear and cloudless. Trees are cold and birds are rare, and monks are rare in the mountains.
Collect the snow on the back window of the sun and open the furnace to release the inkstone ice. I suddenly returned to my old country and wanted to live in Xiling.
7 Yunmeng Ancient Town Autumn Hope Yu
The ruins of the old country are there, so I want to travel to the old place when I board the ship. Once people change, thousands of years of water will flow in vain.
Dream Zhu Hongsheng night, Jingmen tree color autumn. When the clouds don't disperse, I look at my homesickness.
Outside the ridge, the sound is broken, winter returns to winter and spring returns to spring. The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home. Song Wenzhi "Crossing the Han River")
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. (Xue Daoheng's "Homecoming")
Everyone is good in Jiangnan, and tourists are only old in Jiangnan. The spring water is greener than the sky, and tourists can sleep on the boat listening to the rain. -Wei Zhuang's Good Jiangnan
People say that the place where the sun sets is the horizon. I try to look at the horizon, but I can't see my home. Castle Peak is being influenced by Castle Peak, which covers my sight. Twilight, Castle Peak.
But I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker. The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy. -Yellow Crane Tower in Cui Hao
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. (Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night")
But how much love there is, nothing grows, and three spring rays are reported-Don Meng Jiao & gt
Yesterday, I left, and the willows were reluctant; Today, I think it's raining-< <; Book of Songs. Xiaoya. Caiwei >>
My heart went south, but my body came back from north to south in autumn. How many more chrysanthemums have been planted under the fence in my hometown today?
It's a long night in the rain, and the lights are lonely. My hometown is full of clouds and water, which is not suitable for Qiu Meng.
The appearance of hometown always rings on a moonlit night, but it is a vague disappointment, like waves in the fog. After parting, homesickness is a tree that has no rings and never grows old-Xi Murong's homesickness.