The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home. (Tang Song Wen Zhi. Crossing the Han River)

Humayi is in the north wind and birds are flying in the south. (Han. Nineteen ancient poems. "Travel again")

Sad songs can be used as tears, and distant looks can be used as angelica. (Second Han Yuefu. Elegy)

Recalling the original exploration, the wind in Yang Liuyi was blowing in the wind; Now back on the road, snowflakes are flying everywhere. The road is muddy and difficult to walk, and people are thirsty and hungry. ("The Book of Songs Xiaoya Cai Wei")

But how much love an inch of grass has is three times! (Tang Mengjiao. Wandering sons)

When you passed my window, did the plum blossom bloom its first cold flower? . (Tang Wangwei. Three miscellaneous poems)

Where is your hometown? Forget it unless you're drunk. (Song. Li Qingzhao "Bodhisattva, the wind is soft, and it is still early spring")

When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. Tianjingsha Qiu Si in Zhiyuan, Ma Yuan

I'll meet you immediately, without paper and pen. Please tell my family that I'm safe. Don Cen Can is meeting a messenger to the capital.

I don't know where the bleak reed flute blows and I look at my hometown all night. On Tang's "Watching the Elephant Wall Cry at Night"