1, peach and plum spring breeze, a glass of wine, the ten-year lamp of Jianghu. -Huang Song's "Send a few replies to Huang"
2. It's only seven days in spring and two years away from home. The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom. -Xue Daoheng's "Homecoming"
3, I don't know how far you are and how boring you are! —— Ouyang Xiu
You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! . When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? -Wei's Three Miscellaneous Poems
5. Elegy can be crying, or it can be Angelica from afar. -Han Yuefu folk song "Elegy"
6. I'm afraid I'll leave my arms. I have so much to say. -Li Qingzhao
7, everyone is good in Jiangnan, and tourists only vote in Jiangnan. The spring water is greener than the sky, so tourists can sleep on the boat listening to the rain. -Wei Zhuang's Good Jiangnan
8. Thinking alone at the bottom of the river, the moonlight is like water. Where are the people who came to see the moon together? The scenery is vaguely like last year. -Tang Zhao's tower on the river
9. The spring breeze in Jiang Nanan is green. When will the bright moon shine on me? -Wang Anshi
10, I don't know where to blow reed flowers, and I want to look forward to my hometown all night. -Yi Lee
But I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker, and the mist of sadness filled the river waves. -Yellow Crane Tower in Cui Hao
12, Humayi north wind, crossing the south branch of the Bird's Nest. -Han's Nineteen Ancient Poems: Walking and Re-walking
13, sad, sad, parting. -Qu Yuan's "Nine Songs, Less Life" in Chu Ci of the Warring States Period
14, Jingkang shame, still not snow; When will courtiers hate it? Eat pork when you are hungry, and drink Hun blood when you are thirsty. Stay from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and go to the sky. -Yue Fei
15, Endlessness is sorrow, and the world is full of thoughts. -Yan Shu
16, where homesickness accumulates, the world is turbulent. The shore is long and the group is late, and the lake is wide and sails in autumn. Buy wine over fishermen, divide the lights and fish the boat. When Xiaoxiang sees a goose, it is advisable to travel alone. -Zhang Qiao's "Send a friend to Jiangnan"
17, sailing alone in the blue sky, only the Yangtze River flows in the sky. -Li Bai's Farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou
I will think of you in the clouds, so think of me in the sunset. -Li Bai
19, cold food on the second trip, tears and wet wipes for homesickness. The sound book is broken in the sky, and the peach and plum spring rain. Not in the mood to drink, but there is reason to sing. How many people lost outside his suburbs and went out for an outing. -Jong Li's Cold Food among Guests
20. Everyone gradually feels strange in the local accent, but they hate the old mountain warbler. -Tang Sikong Tu's Five Books
2 1, who knows that in this life, my heart is in Tianshan, and my body is old! -Lu you
22. Suddenly, an old song filled my heart and my eyes filled with tears. -Du Shenyan
23, the days are far away, and the days of clothing are slow. -Han's Nineteen Ancient Poems: Walking and Re-walking
24, cutting constantly, the reason is still chaotic, it is parting. It's not just the general taste. -Li Yu's "Hui Huan"
Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers remain forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back. When you feel it, the tears are fading, and the lonely birds sing their sadness. -Du Fu
On the 26th, the rest of the flutes were flying in the dark, and the spring breeze filled Los Angeles. In this nocturne, everyone can't remember the national conditions. -Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night"
2,740 million people shed tears, and there are plenty of fish in the sea. -Tan Sitong
28, suitable for all ages, leaving home, the local accent has not changed. -Tang He Zhang's Back to School Book
29, the old vines are faint, the bridges are flowing, and the ancient roads are thin. -Ma Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha Qiu Si"
30, wine into the intestine, into acacia tears. -Fan Zhongyan, "Su Muzhe Nostalgia"