In the past I walked over, and the willows clung to me; now I come to think about it, the rain and snow are falling - The Book of Songs

Huma clings to the north wind, crossing the southern branches of the bird's nest - Han Dynasty "Xing Xing Xing Xing Xing" "Travel"

I am even more timid when I'm close to my hometown, and I don't dare to ask the visitor - Song Zhiwen's "Du Dayu Mountain"

Where is my hometown? Unless I'm drunk, I forget it - Li Qingzhao's " "Bodhisattva Barbarian"

Look up at the bright moon, lower your head and miss your hometown - Li Bai's "Quiet Night Thoughts"

The war continues for three months, and letters from home are worth ten thousand gold - Du Fu's "Spring Hope"

Guard drums interrupt the pedestrian movement, and there is a sound of wild geese in the autumn.

The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.

My brothers are all scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death.

The letter sent was not delivered, but the troops did not stop.

——Du Fu's "Remembering My Brother at Night"

The bright moon shines brightly on my bed.

Sorrowful and unable to sleep, I pick up my clothes and wander around.

Although it is a pleasant trip, it is better to return home early.

Who should I complain to when I am alone and worried?

The leader returned to the room and shed tears on his clothes.

————Anonymous "The Bright Moon at Night"

The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river, when will the bright moon shine back to me? - Wang Anshi's "Boat at Guazhou"

Looking at my hometown and Miao, it is difficult to miss me - Liu Yong's "Eight Sounds of Ganzhou"

The soul of the hometown is dark, and I am thinking about my journey. Unless it happens every night, good dreams leave people to sleep - Fan Zhongyan's " Su Muzhe"

I am a stranger in a foreign land, and I miss my family even more during the festive season. I know from afar that when my brothers climbed to a high place, there was only one less person planting dogwood trees.

——Wang Wei's "Reminiscences of Shandong Brothers on September 9th"

When a young boy leaves home and his eldest brother comes back, his local pronunciation has not changed and his hair on his temples has faded; children who don't recognize each other smile and greet guests. From where. ——He Zhizhang's "Occasionally Returning to Hometown"

Only the mirror lake in front of the door, the spring breeze does not change the old waves - He Zhizhang's "Two Odd Letters to Returning to Hometown"

I don't know where it blows Reed tube, one night, all the people are looking for their hometown. ——Li Yi "Listening to the Flute in Shoujiang City at Night"

On the winter solstice in Handan Posthouse, the shadows in front of the lamp hugging one's knees accompany me.

I want to sit at home late at night and talk about people traveling far away.

————Bai Juyi's "Homesickness on the Great Night in Handan"

You come from your hometown, so you should know about it.

When I came here, in front of the beautiful window, were the winter plum blossoms blooming yet?

——Wang Wei's "Miscellaneous Poems"

The autumn wind is seen in Luoyang City, and the desire to write is full of ideas.

I’m afraid that I can’t finish the story in a hurry, and the travelers are about to open the gate again.

——Zhang Ji's "Autumn Thoughts"

Where is Xiangguan at sunset? The Yanbo River makes people sad

————Cui Hao's "Yellow Crane Tower"

The song of hometown is a clear and distant flute

There is always a moon sounded in the night

The appearance of my hometown is a kind of vague longing

As if waving goodbye in the fog

After parting

Nostalgia is a tree without annual rings

Never grows old

————Xi Murong's "Nostalgia"

When I was a child

Nostalgia is a small stamp

I am here

My mother is there

When I grow up

Nostalgia is a Zhang Niaozhai's ticket

I'm here

The bride is there

Later

Nostalgia is a short one Grave

I am outside

Mother is inside

And now

Nostalgia is a shallow strait

I am at this end

The mainland is at that end

——————Yu Guangzhong's "Nostalgia"

Give me a ladle of Yangtze River water, Yangtze River Water

The Yangtze River water is like wine

The taste of drunkenness

It is the taste of nostalgia

Give me a ladle of Yangtze River water, Yangtze River water

Give me a piece of Begonia Red, Begonia Red

Blood-like Begonia Red

The burning pain of boiling blood

It is nostalgia Burning pain

Give me a piece of Begonia Red, Begonia Red

Give me a piece of Snowflake White, Snowflake White

Snowflake White as Letter

The waiting for letters from home

It is the waiting of homesickness

Give me a piece of snowflake white, snowflake white

Give me a flower of wintersweet fragrance, wintersweet fragrance

The fragrance of wintersweet like mother

The fragrance of mother

It is the fragrance of the country

Give me a fragrance of wintersweet, fragrance of wintersweet

——————Yu Guangzhong’s “Four Rhymes of Nostalgia”