Festive homesick poems.

Looking at the Moon on Fifteen Nights Wang Jian's heart is a crow in Bai Shu, and Coody Leng is a silent and moist osmanthus. Tonight, the moon is full of hope, and I don't know whose home Qiu Si is.

"Cold Food on the Road" (Tang) Song immediately met cold food, and it was late spring on the road. Poor Jiang, I can't see Luo Qiao people. The north pole is pregnant with the Lord, and the south is a vassal. The old garden is heartbroken, and the wicker is new day and night.

"Mountain Holiday Thinking of Shandong Brothers" Author: (Tang) Wang Wei is in a foreign land, and he misses his relatives every festive season. When he knew where his brother had climbed, a person disappeared everywhere.

Li Bai's "Thinking about a Quiet Night", the foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is there frost already? Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank again, and I suddenly remembered home.