"The Night Rain Sends to the North" by Li Shangyin
You asked about the return date but the date has not yet been announced. The night rain in Bashan swelled the autumn pond.
Why should I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan?
"Looking at the Post Station" (Tang Dynasty) Bai Juyi
Jing'an House wants to be a window willow, and looks at the flowers on the ground in front of the post station.
The spring scenery in both places ends at the same day, and the residents miss their guests and their homes.
"Farewell to Nanpu" (Tang Dynasty) Bai Juyi
Farewell to Nanpu is desolate, the west wind curls up in autumn.
My heart is broken at the sight of it, so don’t look back.
"Handan is homesick on the night of winter solstice" (Tang Dynasty) Bai Juyi
Handan Post is thinking about the winter solstice, with shadows in front of knee-hugging lamps.
I think of sitting at home late at night, Haiying talking about people traveling far away.
"The Sky is Pure and the Sand is Thoughts on Autumn" (Yuan Dynasty) by Ma Zhiyuan
Withered vines and old trees are full of dim crows, small bridges and flowing water are home to people, and the old road has a westerly wind and a thin horse. The sun sets in the west, and the heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
"Boarding at Guazhou" (Northern Song Dynasty) Wang Anshi
Between Jingkou Guazhou and the water, Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains.
The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me again?
"Farewell at the Jingmen Gate" (Tang Dynasty) Li Bai
Crossing the distance outside the Jingmen Gate, I came to travel from the Kingdom of Chu.
The mountains end with the plains, and the river flows into the wilderness.
Under the moon, there is a flying mirror, and the clouds are forming sea towers.
I still feel sorry for the water in my hometown, and send my boat sailing thousands of miles away.
"New Year's Works" (Tang Dynasty) Liu Changqing
The New Year is in the heart of the country, and the sky is alone.
When you grow old, you live among others, and when you return in spring, you come first.
The mountains and apes are in the same day and evening, and the rivers and willows are surrounded by wind and smoke.
It’s like Changsha Fu, a few years from now.
Supplement:
There are so many homesick poems, I will list these first
If that is not enough, I can also help you find them