I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays. -Wang Wei
The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home? -Wang Anshi
Stop the boat in a foggy small state, when new worries come to the guest's heart. -Meng Haoran
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. -Li Bai
At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell arrived at the passenger ship-Zhang Jihao.
Jiang Nanan spring breeze is green, when will the bright moon shine on me?
His hometown is Fraxinus mandshurica, surrounded by clouds in this southern country.
Looking up at the moon and sinking again, I suddenly remembered home.
The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles. Lipper
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! Du Fu
Return young
Young people leave home, old people come back,
The local accent has not changed.
The children didn't know each other when they met,
Smile and ask the guest where he is from. What's wrong with a crazy person?
The wind has changed, so has the snow.
It is difficult to realize the dream of breaking the heart of the country.
There is no such sound in my hometown. Nalanxingde
I'll see you soon. Without paper and pen,
Use your information to report peace. Cen Can
As a stranger in a foreign land,
I miss my relatives every holiday. Wang Mochi
Recalling the original exploration, the wind in Yang Liuyi was blowing in the wind; Now back on the road, snowflakes are flying everywhere.
Today, I came to Sri Lanka, and it was raining and snowing. The Book of Songs
I can't talk about it in a hurry
Pedestrians leave before driving. Ji Zhang
Fan Zhongyan-Su Curtains
Blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn colors, cold smoke, green waves.
The mountain reflects the setting sun and the sky meets the water, and the grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.
Dark homesickness, chasing travel thoughts, every night unless, good dreams make people drunk.
The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns into sorrow and tears.
Anyway, I dare not ask a question.
You come from your hometown, tell me what happened there! And you will lean against the window in the future, with cold plum.
Autumn creek waiting for crossing map
Looking at the water in my hometown,
When will the dream come back?
It's raining,
Tears for me.