A lonely stranger in a strange land I am cast, I miss my family all the more on every festive day.
How bright the moonlight is at home! They are relatives of their hometown.
You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! .
I am on a high mountain, looking at my hometown. My hometown is invisible and can never be forgotten.
Guazhou, the mouth of Beijing, is separated from Zhongshan by several mountains. When the spring breeze arrives in Jiang Nanan again, when will the bright moon shine on me?
Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed.
Crossing the ridge, winter after winter, spring after spring, now, near my village, I dare not ask a question when I meet people.
I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang.