Du Fu's homesickness poem is as follows:

1. The drums cut off the people's line, and the sound of wild geese is heard in the autumn. The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown. All my brothers are scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death. The letter sent was not delivered, but the troops were not suspended. ——Du Fu's "Remembering My Brother on a Moonlit Night"

2. The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold. ——Du Fu's "Spring Hope"

3. When singing in the daytime, you must indulge in alcohol. Youth is a good companion for returning home. ——Du Fu "Wen Guanjun took over Henan and Hebei"

4. Draw pictures to understand the spring breeze, wear a ring in the sky and return to the soul of the night moon. ——Du Fu's "Five Poems on Ancient Relics Part 3"

5. The crouching dragon and the leaping horse end in the loess, and the personnel information and books are full of loneliness. —— Du Fu's "Night in the Pavilion"

6. This spring has passed by again, and when will it be the New Year? ——Du Fu's "Two Quatrains"

7. The solemn tidbits are late, and the feathers are red and light. There are only birds in the long day, and there are only firewood and thorn trees in the distance of spring. There has been chaos in the country for several years, but there has never been a time when the sword was clear. Unable to return to his hometown, he ended up in the Yafu camp. —— Du Fu's "Chun Yuan"

8. My eyes are full of bright mirrors, and I return to my heart and fold my sword. Turning around and walking far away, climbing osmanthus and looking up to the sky. There is frost and snow on the waterway, and feathers are visible on the forest habitat. At this moment, I was looking at Bai Ming and wanted to count the hair. ——Du Fu's "Two Poems on the Moon on the 15th of August" Part 1

9. A little further down Wushan Gorge, you can still see Baidi City. The whole Pupu is dark, and half of the building is bright. The fights are all urging the dawn, and the toads will fall on their own. Zhang Gong relies on the remaining soul, not only the Han family camp. ——Du Fu's "Two Poems on the Night of August 15th" Part 2