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A sentence about foreigners missing their hometown (can be poetry, prose, or famous quotes), which must include the name of the country, the author's name, and the title of the work. Thank you so muc
A sentence about foreigners missing their hometown (can be poetry, prose, or famous quotes), which must include the name of the country, the author's name, and the title of the work. Thank you so much!

"Homesickness" is a poem written by Joseph von Eichendorff (1788-1857), a German late Romantic poet and novelist. Eichendorff was a very talented poet among the German Romantics. He once assisted in editing "The Boy's Magic Horn" and was deeply influenced by this collection of folk songs. Most of his poems sing about forests, rivers, fields, valleys, stars, moons, nightingales, and blue skies. They are full of folk song characteristics, simple and natural, Optimistic and clear. The Gedichte (Collected Poems) published in 1837 was very popular.

Poetry

——To my brother

You know, in the bushes over there,

Fake sleep The power of magic, late at night, as if in a dream, the garden will suddenly start singing.

Sometimes through the silent night sky,

Songs float leisurely in front of my eyes,

At this time I will sing from the bottom of my heart.

Oh, my brother, calling you.

Other people are so strange,

I am terrified to wander in a foreign land,

We are willing to roam together,

Quickly Stretch out your faithful hand to me!

We are willing to move together,

until we are dusty.

Listening to the ancient magical song,

Kneel down in front of my father’s grave.

A person’s life may burn or decay. I cannot decay, I am willing to burn! ——Russia Ostrovsky

Procrastination is wasted, there is not much time to come, twenty beauties, please come and kiss me, the grass is withered and the willows are withered, youth is easy to pass.

————British Shakespeare