Look at the moonlight in front of the bed, will it have frost? .
Looking up at the mountains and the moon, and sinking again, I suddenly remembered home.
Living in the mountains in winter and homesick-Zhou He
The wilderness began to be strict and the sky was clear and cloudless.
Trees are cold, birds are sparse, and monks are sparse in the mountains.
Collect the snow on the back window of the sun and open the furnace to release the inkstone ice.
I suddenly returned to my old country and wanted to live in Xiling.
Homesickness outside the river
Wei Zhuang
Whenever spring worries are in a foreign land, Du Qu orioles can know.
It was even more heartbroken by the sunset on the river bank.
The thread in the hands of a loving mother made clothes for her wayward son. She sewed it carefully and mended it thoroughly, for fear that it would delay his time to go home. However, how much love an inch of grass had won three times in spring. -Meng Jiao.
Mom! You are a lotus leaf, I am a red lotus, and the raindrops in my heart are coming. Except you, who is the shade under my unobstructed sky? -Bing Xin
Mom!
The wind and rain in the sky are coming,
The bird hid in his nest;
The storm in my heart is coming,
I only hide in your arms. -Bing Xin
be homesick
He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! Don. Du Fu left home when he was young, but his local accent never changed. Tang He Zhang Zhi.
I don't know whose house Qiu Si will stay in-Tang Wangjian.
Miss your relatives more during the festive season-Tang Wangwei
You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! When you passed my window, was the plum blossom Han Mei in full bloom? -Tang Wang Wei