Poems that describe the scenery of the journey and express the poet's homesickness are collectively called "poems about immortals" I have read many famous poems about vagrancy in ancient times. Pick one here.
Record some modern poems in Sui and Tang Dynasties:
"Homecoming"-Xue Daoheng
It's only seven days since spring, and I've been away from home for two years.
After the geese fall, people think about flowers before.
Crossing the Han River —— Song Wenzhi
The sound outside the ridge is broken, and winter goes and spring comes.
Now, near my village and meeting people, I dare not ask a question.
Xiao Fahe Zhang Zhi
There is no trace of my hometown, and Gao Jiang smells Zhong Shu.
When I first saw the birds on the beach, I still buried the mountain peaks outside the clouds.
Homecoming on the River-Meng Haoran
The south is a wilderness, because leaves are falling, and the wind from the north makes the water cold.
I remember my home; But the bend of Xiangjiang River is surrounded by clouds in this southern country.
I walked forward. I cried until my tears ran out, and I saw a ship in the distant sky.
Where is the ferry? Can someone tell me? , more and more rough. It is getting dark.
Liu Changqing, the owner of hibiscus in the snow.
At dusk, Cangshan is far away, it is freezing and the house is poor.
Chai Men hears dogs barking and returns on a snowy night.
A short message to a friend in the north on a rainy night-Li Shangyin
When you ask about the return date, it rains at night in the autumn pool.
When * * * cut the candle at the west window and talk about the rain at night.
Wen Tingyun, a good trip in his early years.
In the morning, priests began to be recruited, and guests mourned their 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.
Because they remembered Ling Du's dream, the geese returned home full of food.
Night berth near Fengqiao
Ji Zhang
Frosty night,
Jiang Feng sleeps in the fire.
Hanshan Temple outside Gusu,
The midnight bell rang and the passenger ship arrived.
Shang shan Zao hang
Wen tingjun
Taxes start in the morning,
A guest walked sadly for his hometown.
Chicken crows Mao Dianyue,
Frost on the abandoned slab bridge.
Mistletoe leaves fall along the mountain road,
The wall of Zhihuaming Post Office.
Instead of dreams,
Yan fu is full of happiness
On a spring night, I smell the flute in Los Angeles.
Lipper
Whose Yu Di flies in the dark,
Spring breeze scattered in Los Angeles.
In this serenade, I heard the sound of willows.
Who can't stand homesickness!