-Tang Zhangzhi
Teenagers leave home, old people return, and the local accent does not change.
When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from.
Tianjin Sha Qiu Si
-Ma Zhiyuan
Old vines, old trees, faint crows
Small bridges and flowing water.
The ancient road and the west wind are thin.
When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
Hear the flute on the wall of Shouxiang at night:
-Yi Lee
The sand in front of Lefeng is as white as snow, and the moonlight outside the city is like autumn frost.
I don't know where the bleak reed flute blows and I look at my hometown all night.
Thoughts?in?the?Still?of?the?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."
Guazhou boarding
-Wang Anshi
Guazhou is at the mouth of Beijing, separated by several mountains.
Jiang Nanan spring breeze is green, when will the bright moon shine on me?
Shang shan Zao hang
I began to recruit priests in the morning and felt sorry for my hometown. When a chicken crows at the Maodian Moon, people walk on the Banqiao Frost.
Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, and orange flowers are on the wall of the post. Thinking about Ling Du's dream, Hongyan returned to the pond.
Crossing the Han River
-[Early Tang Dynasty] Song Wenzhi
The sound outside the spine is broken, after winter, summer and spring.
The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home.
I miss my hometown Handan at night.
-Bai Juyi
Every winter on the Yi Dan Solstice Day, there is a lamp holding my knees with me.
If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers.
Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my brothers in Shandong.
-Wang Wei
I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.
Knowing where my brother climbed, I inserted one less person in the dogwood.
lines
-Wang Wei
You come from your hometown, tell me what happened there! .
Come to the window and open its first cold flower? ?
Qiu Si.
Ji Zhang
The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city, and my wandering son doesn't know how his relatives in his hometown are; Writing a letter to peace has too much to say and I don't know where to start.
When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him.
Go to the capital to meet a messenger.
Cen Can
The distance from the east home is very long, and the tears are wet and the sleeves are still flowing.
I'll meet you immediately, without paper and pen. Please tell my family that I'm safe.
Qiu Si.
Ji Zhang
The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city, and my wandering son doesn't know how his relatives in his hometown are; Writing a letter to peace has too much to say and I don't know where to start.
When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him.
Modern poetry
homesickness
Yu Guangzhong
When I was a child, homesickness was a small stamp. I'm here and my mother is there.
When I grow up, homesickness is a narrow ticket. I'm here and the bride is there.
Later, homesickness became a temporary grave. I'm outside and my mother is inside.
Now, homesickness is a shallow strait. I am here and the mainland is there.
Xi Murong
The song of my hometown is a flute in Qingyuan.
It always rings with the moon at night.
The face of my hometown is a vague disappointment.
Like waves in the fog
After parting
Homesickness is a tree without rings.
Never grow old.