Nanfeiyan is on the cloudy moon, turning back here, just this month. Birds don't enter, but I don't travel far to Lingnan. I don't know when, when can I return home?
The tide receded, the river rippled quietly, the forest was dark and malaria was scattered. Tomorrow I will climb to the top of the mountain and look north at my hometown, or I can see the red berries on the top of the mountain.
Li Bai, thinking at night
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already? I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
Zhu liuyuxi
Spring grass grows in the head of Baidicheng, and the Qingjiang River in Sichuan is at the foot of Baiyan Mountain. Southerners come up to sing a song, but northerners don't come up to be nostalgic.
Tang Song Wen Zhi of Crossing Jianghan
Away from home, winter goes and spring comes, and I am eager to get news. The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home.
Send Wu Shijiu to Changling, Yuanling.
The Yuanjiang River flows to the morning sun, and Xikou meets you far away. Who is away from the thunderstorm in Wang Zhi? Return home in spring next year.
I'm 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.
Tangyuan Town, Roy
There are many mangrove temples on a mountain with sad winter scenery. Zhong Xuan is full of homesick tears, and Zhang Shuidong flows like jade waves.
Tang Wang Wei's miscellaneous poems
You have just come from our hometown, and we must understand the world. When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming?