Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown. (Li Bai)

The thought of returning home is like the Fen River, and there is no day without it. (Li Bai)

Hearing the broken willows in this nocturne, no one can forget the love of his hometown. (Li Bai)

One cry, one ileum and one break, three springs and three months recall Sanba. (Li Bai)

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