2. Sad songs can be used as tears, and from afar, they can be used as angelica-folk songs of Han Yuefu <; >
5. now, nearing my village, meeting people, I dare not ask a single question-Don Song Zhiwen <; >
7. so bright a gleam on the foot of my bed, could there have been a frost already? lifting myself to look, I found that it was moonlight, sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home-Tang Li Bai <; >
8. Where is hometown? Forget it unless you are drunk-Song Li Qingzhao <; >
9. I miss my relatives more often during the festive season-Don Wang Wei <; >
1. The moon is full of hope tonight, and I wonder who Qiu Si will fall into-Don Wang Jian <; >
13. When you are young and leave home, you will return to your hometown, and the local accent will not change.-Don He Zhizhang <; >
14. he knows that the dews tonight will be frost, how much brighter the moonlight is at home!-Tang Du Fu <; >
19. If you keep cutting, the reason is still chaotic, which means leaving sorrow. Especially the general taste is in your heart-Li Yu <; >
3. It's so vague to go up the river floor alone, and the moonlight is like water. Where are the people who come to watch the moon together? The scenery is vaguely like last year-Tang Zhaoxia <; >
31. There should be no hate. When will it grow into a circle? -Song Su Shi <; >
32. I hope people will live for a long time, and thousands of miles * * * Chan Juan-Song Su Shi <; >
Homesickness
-When Yu Guangzhong was a child, homesickness was a small stamp. I was here and my mother was there.
When I grow up, homesickness is a narrow boat ticket, with me at this end and the bride at that end.
Later, homesickness was a short grave. I was outside and my mother was inside.
Now, homesickness is a shallow strait. I am here and the mainland is there.
Homesickness
—— Mu Rong
The song of hometown is a flute from Qingyuan
It always rings on the night with the moon
The face of hometown is a vague sadness
It's like waving goodbye in the fog
After parting
Homesickness is a tree without rings
Never grow old
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When children meet strangers, they smile and ask where the guests come from.
clear sand? Qiu Si
—— Ma Zhiyuan
Dead vine and old tree faint crow.
a small bridge flows people.
the west wind and thin horse on the ancient road.
When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world
on hearing a flute at night from the wall of shouxiang:
-Li Yi
The sand is like snow before returning to Yuefeng, and the moon outside the city is like frost.
I don't know where to play the reed pipe, but I'm looking forward to my hometown all night.
so bright a gleam on the foot of my bed, could there have been a frost already?.
lifting myself to look, I found that it was moonlight, sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home
Boarding Guazhou
—— Wang Anshi
Guazhou in Jingkou is separated by a river, and Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains.
The spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan. When will the bright moon shine on me?
In the morning, I started to levy priests and visit my hometown. Chickens crow in Maodian Moon, and people walk in Banqiao Frost.
Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, and the wall of Zhihuaming Post Office. Thinking of Duling Dream, Hongyan returned to the pond.