The famous homesickness sentences of the ancients are as follows:

1. at last I can send my messengers? Wildgeese, homing to Loyang.

2. A glass of turbid wine is home to Wan Li, but Yan Ran has not stopped drinking.

3. you who have come from my old country, tell me what has happened there!.

4. The Panasonic Maoting is cool in May, and the Tingshayun tree is pale in the evening. On the road, the rise of the boundless homesickness, the castle peak and green water as if it is their own hometown.

5. Last year, on the night of August 15th, by the apricot garden beside Qujiang Pool. On the night of August 15th this year, in front of Songpu Shatou Water Hall.

6. When Yang Hua falls to the ground, Wen Daolong crosses the five streams. I am worried about my heart and the bright moon, and I will follow you until Yelangxi.

8, sigh for years, why bother stay for a long time? Miss a beautiful woman, dress up and look, miss a few times, and the sky knows where to go.

9, frosty night, Jiang Feng fishing and sleeping. The lonely cold mountain temple in the city outside the city of Suzhou, the sound of the bell ringing in the middle of the night passed to the passenger ship.

1. The curtain is curled and the diaphragm is leaning alone, and the river is endless. Tears never cleared up, and my home was in Wutou Chuwei. At several o'clock, Sha Ou jumped up. When the poem is about to be completed, it disappears into the smoke.

11. where long ago a yellow crane bore a sage to heaven, nothing is left now but the Yellow Crane Terrace. The yellow crane never came back, for thousands of years to see the long white clouds. Every tree in Hanyang becomes clear by sunlit water, and Parrot Island is covered by the sweet grass. But I look toward home, and twilight grows dark There was a mist hanging over the river, bringing deep melancholy to the people.

12. Mid-stream wants to see Hunan smoke at dusk, and the reed bank is infinitely connected with Chutian. Go to the wild goose and rush to the clouds, dream and snow, and leave people alone on the Dongting boat. The storm is turning around the mountain every day, and the stars and the Han people are hanging to the water. Plum blossoms are scattered over the wax, so the garden is drunk and the New Year is over.