The poems that express homesickness are as follows:
1. "Nostalgia" Author: Xi Murong
The song of hometown is a distant flute,
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Always sounds on moonlit nights.
The appearance of my hometown is a kind of vague feeling of loss,
As if waving goodbye in the fog.
After separation,
Nostalgia is like a tree without annual rings,
never grows old.
2. "Homesickness Ci" Author: Liu Xingchen
A touch of sunset,
took away the sunshine of the day.
A glass of strong wine,
can't take away the slightest trace of injury.
A pool of Yanghuaqing lotus water,
A handful of Qinhuai cage with sand moon.
Qianqian's delicate hands make blue clouds,
Yingying smiles and sighs in song.
Recalling the helpless Qin and Han dynasties,
I am in a state of desolation in Bashu.
I feel sad and regretful every day,
It is difficult and difficult every step of the way.
It is not easy to do as the locals do when you are in your hometown.
Regret that coming here will not help a stranger.
People can't sleep, the cold moon is like frost,
It's hard to find a home.
3. "Moonlight Night Homesickness" Author: Jia Yuan
Drink a pot of moonlight tonight,
I miss the sound of frogs and drums,
< p>Towards my hometown,The wind from the north carries melancholy.
The dusty journey along the way,
is like a faint silvery clear light,
the hardships of the world,
are all burning in the chest.
A cup of melancholy that has been gathering for a long time,
drunk the moon in the sky,
can’t see the surrounding scenery clearly,
hazy Tears like frost.
Why are the parasol trees turning green or yellow?
Mottled on the aging pond.
The singing cicadas on the trees are missing.
Can’t understand Singing to my hometown.
4. "Homesickness" Author: Lin Yuhe
The afterglow of the sunset,
is scattered on the country roads.
Walking into the countryside,
white smoke.
The river in my heart will always flow,
singing songs.
Embarking on a long journey with dreams,
I am familiar with this path,
just like my own eyes.
On both sides of the road,
the shadows of trees are dancing,
the fragrance of wild flowers,
listening to the flowing water from the small bridge,
Look at the ducks leaving the river,
the rows of green willows,
the flowers blooming,
the flowing water reflecting the distant dreams.
I came back,
holding a bottle full of longing in my hand,
for fear of breaking it.
On the road to my hometown,
there is still my shadow,
getting longer and longer.
5. "Homesick Night" Author: The Lost Scarecrow
Inadvertently looking up,
I don’t know when the moon in the sky is,
< p>It’s starting to become round again.The soft moonlight reminds me again,
Father’s instructions,
Mother’s exhortations.
Under the incandescent lamp in the rental house,
Missing the familiar light thousands of miles away,
and the kind face under the light.
Tonight,
Is my mother leaning against the door railing alone again?
Looking in the direction where I left,
saying: Again It’s been a year...
And I can only live with nostalgia,
use cheap old wine,
drunk myself in,
These are the nights when the moonlight is the most beautiful.
Drunkenly chanting,
Raising my head to look at the bright moon,
Bowing my head to miss my hometown.