Ancient poems about homesickness and nostalgia:
1. Liu Chang's "Fragmented Sentences":
White clouds are coming, and yellow dust is rising in the dark sky.
Guanshan is surrounded by mountains and thousands of miles away from my hometown.
2. "Summer Night Sigh" by Du Fu
The sun will never fade, the heat will poison my intestines.
The wind from thousands of miles away blows my clothes.
The bright moon comes out of Haotian, and the dense forest spreads light.
The bitter nights are short in midsummer, so open the xuan to enjoy the slight coolness.
With false brightness, you can see the smallest details, and feathers and insects are also flying.
No matter how big or small things are, they adapt to their own conditions.
Remember Bihogos and guard the frontier in his poor years.
Why do we look at each other with hotness after one wash?
There was a fight in the evening, and the noise reached thousands of directions.
Although the body is covered with bruises, it is better to return home early.
The north city is filled with sorrow and storks are flying.
When the condition becomes irritated and tired, it becomes better when thinking intensely.
3. Bai Juyi's "Yin Yu":
The mist is heavy today, and the mountains and rivers are deep here.
The sound of the beach is more urgent in autumn, and the air in the gorge is more cloudy at dawn.
The clouds cover my eyes when I look at the palace, and my heart is filled with homesickness and raindrops.
How can I comfort myself with the loneliness, relying on this North Window Qin?
4. Li Bai's "Thinking of Thousand Miles":
Li Ling lost Hu Sha, and Su Wu returned to the Han family.
Far away from Wuyuan Pass, there is snow and flowers everywhere.
As soon as I left the isolated country, I longed to return but always sighed.
The wild geese head northwest, reporting to the end of the world because of books.
5. Ma Dai's "Autumn Residence in Ba Shang":
The wind and rain in Ba Yuan are stable, and you can see frequent flying geese in the evening.
The deciduous trees in foreign lands are like people alone at night under the cold light.
The empty garden is filled with white dew drops, and there are wild monks nearby.
I have been lying in the suburbs for a long time. When did I die?
6. Xia Wanchun's "Farewell to the Clouds":
I have been a tourist for three years, and today I am in Nanguan again.
Infinite mountains and rivers tear, who said the world is broad.
It is known that the road to the spring is close, and it is difficult to leave my hometown.
On the day when Yipo returns, the spiritual flag can be seen in the sky.
7. Su Shi's "Geng Luzi·Farewell to Sun Juyuan":
The water culvert is empty, and the mountains illuminate the city. In Ershu Township of the Western Han Dynasty.
New gray hair, old gold. The kindness of an old friend is profound.
At the east end of the sea, where the mountains end. Since ancient times, empty boats have come and gone.
If you have a letter, go to the autumn period. Make you unable to return.
8. Li Bai's "Send Qie Ang to Bazhong":
The Yao grass did not die in the cold, so it was transplanted to the Cangjiang River.
The east wind sprinkles rain and dew, bringing spring into the world.
I am like a leaf in Dongting, following the waves to send away the ministers.
My longing for home is not available, so I write this to thank my lover.
9. Zhang Jiuling's "Night Walk on the Xijiang River":
Where are the people in the distant night? Walking in the clear moonlight.
The sky is vast and the feeling of hometown is strong.
The outside world is silent and undisturbed, and the inner flow is peaceful.
I want to return to the forest and the leaves are changing, but I am worried about sitting down and showing off Watson.
There are still Tingzhou cranes, which sing at midnight.
10. Ma Zhiyuan's "Autumn Thoughts":
Withered vines and old trees are full of crows, small bridges and flowing water are home to people, and the old road has a westerly wind and a thin horse.
As the sun sets in the west, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.