1. You come from your hometown. You should know about your hometown.

In front of the beautiful window tomorrow, the winter plum blossoms have not yet bloomed? (Wang Wei's "Miscellaneous Poems")

2. When the young man left home and his elder brother returned home, his local pronunciation remained unchanged and his hair on his temples faded.

Children who do not recognize each other laugh and ask where the guest is from? "He Zhizhang's "Returning to Hometown""

3. The sound of the book outside the ridge is broken, and after winter comes spring again.

I am even more timid when I am close to my hometown and dare not ask anyone. "Song Zhiwen "Crossing the Han River""

4. Traveling outside the green mountains, boating in front of the green water.

The tide is flat, the banks are wide, the wind is blowing and the sail is hanging.

Hai Ri is born and the night is over, and Jiang Chun is entering the old year.

Where can I find the hometown book? Return to Yanluoyang. (Wang Wan's "Under the Cibeigu Mountain")

5. It has only been seven days since spring, and it has been two years since I left home.

When a man returns home after the wild geese, his thoughts are in front of the flowers. (Xue Daoheng's "People Think of Returning Every Day")

6. There was bright moonlight in front of the bed, which was probably due to frost on the ground.

Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown. (Li Bai's "Quiet Night Thoughts"

7. Whose jade flute is flying in the dark, and the spring breeze is scattered all over Luo City.

In this nocturne, hearing the broken willows, who can't afford the sentiments of the motherland. ( Li Bai's "Hearing the Flute in Luocheng on a Spring Night")

8. It's already frosty when I stay in Bingzhou, and I remember Xianyang day and night.

I have to cross the Sanggan River for no reason, but I hope that Bingzhou is my hometown. (Liu Zao's "Lv Ci Shuofang")

9. The sound of wild geese is heard in the autumn sky.

The moon is bright in my hometown. >

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

The letter sent to them has not been reached, so the army has not stopped.

(Du Fu's "Remembering My Brother on a Moonlit Night")

The interpretation of the original poem remains for later generations