Family love in poetry 1. The thread in a loving mother's hand, the clothes on a wanderer's body. Before leaving, I was afraid of returning late. Whoever speaks of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light. (Meng Jiao: "Wandering Son's Song") 2. The beans are boiling and the beans are burning, and the beans are weeping in the cauldron. They are born from the same root, so there is no need to rush into mutual conflict. (Cao Zhi: "Seven-Step Poetry") 3. When the mother-in-law hears that her daughter is coming, she goes out to help the general; when the elder sister hears that the younger sister is coming, she takes care of the red makeup; when the younger brother hears that the younger sister is coming, he sharpens his knife to the pigs and sheep. ("Mulan Ci") 4. The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city has deep spring vegetation. The flowers shed tears when I feel grateful, and the birds are frightened by the hatred. The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold. The white-headed scratches are shorter, and the hairpin is full of lust. (Du Fu: "Spring Hope") 5. The garrison drum interrupts 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. All my brothers are scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death. The letter sent was not delivered, but the troops were not suspended. (Du Fu: "Remembering My Brother on a Moonlit Night") 6. The autumn wind is seen in Luoyang city, and the desire to write is full of inspiration. I'm afraid that I can't say it all in a hurry, and the travelers are about to open the gate again. (Zhang Ji: "Autumn Thoughts") 7. Being a stranger in a foreign land, 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: "Remembering Shandong Brothers on September 9th") 8. It's the winter solstice in the Handan Posthouse, and the shadows in front of the knee-hugging lanterns accompany me. I think that when I sit at home late at night, I should talk about people traveling far away. (Bai Juyi: "Handan Winter Solstice Homesickness") 9. The child holds his clothes and asks: Why is it too late to come back? Who fights for time and wins the hair on the temples? (Du Mu: "Going Home") Nostalgia in Poems 1. You come from your hometown, you should know the things in your hometown. Will the winter plum blossoms bloom in front of the beautiful window tomorrow? (Wang Wei: "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. When children see each other but don't recognize each other, they smile and ask where the guest is from (He Zhizhang: "Returning to Hometown") 3. The sound of the book outside the ridge is broken, and after winter comes spring again. I feel even more timid when I'm close to my hometown and don't dare to 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, Jiang Chun people are in the old year. Where can I find the hometown book? It's near Yanluoyang. (Wang Wan: "Under Cibeigu Mountain") 5. I am only seven days old and have been away from home for two years. After returning to the wild geese, my thoughts are in front of the flowers. (Xue Daoheng: "Everyone Thinks of Returning") 6. There was bright moonlight in front of the bed, which was probably due to frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown. (Li Bai: "Thoughts on a Quiet Night") 7. The sound of someone's jade flute is flying quietly, spreading into the spring breeze and filling Luo City. Hearing the broken willows in this nocturne, no one can forget the love of his hometown. (Li Bai: "Listening to the Flute in Luo City on a Spring Night") 8. It has been ten years since the guest house was in Bingzhou. When I return home, I remember Xianyang day and night. I crossed the Sanggan River for no reason, but I thought Bingzhou was my hometown. (Liu Zao: "Lvci Shuofang") 9. The garrison drum interrupts 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. All my brothers are scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death. The letter sent was not delivered, but the troops were not suspended. (Du Fu: "Remembering My Brother on a Moonlit Night")