As a stranger who is alone in a foreign land, I miss my relatives twice every festive season.
Petals shed like tears, and lonely birds sang their sad "hope of spring"
My hometown is a thousand miles away tonight, and the frost burns another year of "night work" in the Ming Dynasty.
The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for the body of her wayward son, the wandering son.
Teenagers leave home, old people return, and the local accent does not change.
Now, when I meet people near my village, I dare not ask a question "crossing the Han River"
Finally, I can send my messenger, Wild Goose, back to a berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain in Luoyang.
It's only seven days in spring and two years away from home.
Whose rain flute flutters in the dark and scatters to the "Luoyang City on a Spring Night" full of spring breeze.
I crossed the sanggan water for no reason, but I hope that Bing is my hometown.
He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is so bright! Think of my brothers on a moonlit night.
But I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker, and the waves of the river boarded the Yellow Crane Tower, shrouded in a sad mist.
I wish people a long time, thousands of miles away.
When you passed by my window and opened the first cold flower, was it plum blossom? Miscellaneous poems
Sad songs can be used as tears, and from a distance, they can be called "sad songs".
Humayu, following the north wind, passes through the south branch of the Bird's Nest.
Tonight, the moon is full of hope. I wonder who left Qiu Si's "Looking at the Moon at Fifteen Nights".
Only the mirror lake in front of the door, the spring breeze does not change the past "waving back to the hometown."
The days are far away, and the days of clothing have slowed down.
Stay away from hatred like grass in spring. Going further and further will give birth to "Qingpingle"
This is a parting from sadness. Especially the general taste in my heart.
It is easier when you can't see than when you can't see.
Meeting friends is almost as difficult as the morning star and the evening star "For Wei Ba Chu Shi".
If you want to become a billion dollars, you can go to the peak and see your hometown "Master Hao Chu".
But tomorrow morning, when we cross this mountain, the dawn will be white, and the plum tree with home is written on the wall of an inn in the north of Dayu Mountain.
The water brings you the feeling of home. Row your boat for 300 miles and say goodbye to your friends at Jingmen Ferry.
Until, holding up my cup, I asked the moon to bring me my shadow and let the three of us drink with the moon alone.
The moon, now full of the sea, Tianya * * * looks at the moon at this time, thinking of a person in the distance.
Where is the hometown in the northwest? Look at the moon several times in the southeast. August fifteenth.
I don't know where to play the flute, but I want to look forward to my hometown all night. & gt homesick poems