What homesick poems are there?

Wash away the clear autumn for rainy days. The frost wind is getting colder and tighter, and the river is left out. Red flowers wither everywhere, and all the beautiful scenery gradually disappears. Only the gushing water of the Yangtze river flows eastward without sound. Without the heart to climb the distance and overlook the distant home, it is difficult to gather the desire to go home. Sigh for years, why stay. Want to be beautiful and build a new building? I hope I miss it a few times, and God knows the boat. Fighting for me, leaning against the railing, I'm worried. Su Mu [Song] Zhou Bangyan

The river is three thousand miles long, and there are fifteen letters from home. There is nothing else between me, just telling me to go back to my hometown as soon as possible. Letter from the capital [Ming] Yuan Kai

Berthing Guazhou

A water room in Guazhou, Jingkou,

Zhongshan is separated by only a few mountains.

The spring breeze in Jiang Nanan is green,

When will the bright moon shine on me?

Ji Zhang

Look at the autumn wind in Luoyang,

The writer's book is full of meaning.

I can't talk about it in a hurry

Pedestrians came and opened again.

Autumn wind songs

-Liu Yuxi

Where is the autumn wind?

Xiao Xiao sent the goose.

Chao lai ru Shu ting,

Lonely guests smell first.

Endless desire

Nalanxingde

A ride on the mountain, a ride on the water, and a trip to Guan Yu, with thousands of lights at night. When the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, and there is no such sound in the garden.

Tianjin Sha Qiu Si

Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are thin horses. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

People miss home every day.

Xue Daoheng

Spring is only seven days away,

I have been away from home for two years.

When people return to the geese,

Think before and after.

Jiang people teach clothes late and smell the anvil in October. Wan Li's hometown is a high-rise building overnight. Bai Juyi's "Jiang Lou Wen Zhen"

From then on, Wen Chun went to Qinyuan. I entrust my dream to you, please take me back to my home in the garden. Liu Zongyuan's Lingling Early Spring

Night walking, homesickness is only autumn? Every time you crave water, you have to flow in front of the door every day. Liu Yuxi's Book from the South

I woke up from my dream, only a faint oil lamp covered the round aperture, and the midnight will be over, and the light rain will send me cool. Why don't you even whisper, just say hometown? Han Yu's Su Rong Palace Beach

I miss my hometown in the morning and sleep at night. Dreams don't cry, but tears are black. Ten pieces of Yuan Zhen's ten articles about sending diseases

Why are you depressed? Chang' an is as far away as the sun. You are always in your hometown, and Yan comes to Hong. "Liu Yuxi's" Mourning Exile to Two Songs "is the second song.

"It is a mountain ape calling from the river, and there is no such heartbroken sound in my hometown." Bai Juyi's Answer to Spring

"Tired of hearing Zigui sooner or later, I suddenly heard an oriole singing. A dream breaks the songs of the Chu River, and the hometown is full of spring. " Liu Zongyuan's "Smelling the Orioles"

"Pan Yue hence cold thought, Qu Ping gaunt yan. Yin Qingwang went home, and it didn't rain when climbing the mountain. " Two Mourning Poems by Liu Yuxi (Ⅱ)

"Chu wildflowers are full of thoughts, southern birds are sad, diligent and top-notch, but when they are free, they look forward to their hometown." Liu Yuxi's "Inscription Temple"

"The high platform is out of reach, and the distant view makes people worry." Shen Yue's Lin Gaotai.

The Dongting is full of grass, and the Chu guests don't want to return. After suffering, the geese fly back every spring. Things are far apart, but few friends. Independence is still shouting, and the south is covered with cloth. Lu Xun's "Looking at the Spring River"

I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. On Wang Wei's Mountain Holiday Missing Shandong Brothers

Sad songs can be used as tears, and distant looks can be used as angelica. Miss my hometown and feel depressed. Nobody wants to go home, and there is no boat to cross the river. The brain can't talk, and the wheels in the intestines turn. Elegy, a Chinese Yuefu poem

The cold light in the hotel stayed alone and didn't sleep, and the guest turned sad. My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty. Don's night work

In this lonely hotel, there is only one lonely blind date who comes to offer condolences. Tonight is the last night of the year, and I am wandering thousands of miles away. Looking back on the past, it is an insignificant thing, sad and sad; Lonely, I only have a wry smile and acid. Sorrow makes my face old and my hair full of white hair. With a sigh, I ushered in a new year. [Tang] Dai Shulun's "In addition to sleeping on the stone hill"

The sharp mountain by the sea is like a sword, and Qiu Lai cuts his heart everywhere. How can we turn this body into tens of millions, scattered to the heads of state's homes to see! "Seeing the Mountain and Sending Friends to Beijing with Master Hao Chu" [Tang] Dai Shulun

It has been ten frost in Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night. For no reason, I crossed the mulberry river, but I hope that Bing is my hometown. Crossing Sanggan [Tang] Liu Zao

People say that the place where the sun sets is the horizon. I try to look at the horizon, but I can't see my home. Castle Peak is being influenced by Castle Peak, which covers my sight. Twilight, Castle Peak. Nostalgia [Song] Li Gou

Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my brothers in Shandong.

Wang Wei

As a stranger in a foreign land,

Please think twice about your relatives during the festival.

Know where the brothers climb,

There is one person missing from the dogwood.

Watching the moon on fifteen nights

Wang Jian

Bai Shu cheered in the atrium,

Coody Leng silent wet osmanthus.

Tonight, the moon is full of hope,

I wonder who Qiu Si belongs to.