Ancient poets wrote many poems that missed their hometown for a long time.

1, On Mountain Holidays Thinking of Shandong Brothers, Wang Wei [Tang Dynasty]

I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.

When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. ?

A person who is a stranger in a foreign land alone misses his relatives every festive season. Imagine that I was the only one with dogwood on my head when my brothers climbed the mountain and looked far today.

2, "Silent Night Thinking" Li Bai [Tang Dynasty]

The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?

I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.

The bright moonlight sprinkled on enough paper, as if the ground was frosted. That day I looked up at the bright moon in the sky outside the window, and I couldn't help lowering my head and thinking of my hometown far away.

3, "Yellow Crane Tower" Cui Hao [Tang Dynasty]

The fairy of the past has flown away by the yellow crane, leaving only an empty Yellow Crane Tower.

The yellow crane never revisited earth, there have been no long white clouds for thousands of years.

Every tree in Hanyang has become clear due to sunlight, and Nautilus Island is covered with sweet grass.

But I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker. The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy.

The immortal of the past has flown away with the Yellow Crane, leaving only the empty Yellow Crane Tower. The yellow crane never came back. For thousands of years, only white clouds have been seen. The trees in Hanyang under the sunshine are clearly visible, and the green Nautilus Island is also clearly visible. Twilight gradually spread. Where is my hometown? The misty waves on the river make people even more worried.

4, "Shan Jutu" Wang Bo [Tang Dynasty]

The sorrow of the Yangtze River has stagnated, and Wan Li's thoughts will return.

The night is high and windy, and the mountains fly.

The Yangtze River seems to have stopped, and it is constantly sad for me. People who travel far in Wan Li are eager to come back soon. What's more, it is the evening when the wind sends autumn. The mountains are heavy and yellow leaves are flying all over the mountains.

5, "Country Travels" Wang Yucheng [Song Dynasty]

The horse crossed the chrysanthemum and crossed the mountain road, leaving the horse to walk freely.

Listen to the sound of thousands of valleys at night and watch some peaks silent in the sunset.

The leaves of huanghuali are as red as rouge, and the fragrance of buckwheat flowers is as white as snow.

To my dismay, the village bridge is like my hometown!

The horse walked through the mountain road, and the wild chrysanthemums on the roadside were slightly open, allowing the horse to walk for a long time at will. Autumn wind rustles in the valley, and several peaks stand quietly in the sunset. The fallen leaves in Li Tang are as red as rouge, and the fragrant buckwheat is as white as snow. What makes me suddenly feel blue when reciting poems? It turns out that the scenery in the countryside is very similar to my hometown!