People say that the setting sun is the end of the world, but I can’t see my home even if I look to the end of the world. ——Li Gou's "Homesickness"

People say that the place where the sun sets is the end of the world. I tried my best to look towards the end of the world, but I couldn't see my home.

The bright moon rises on the sea, the end of the world is at this moment. ——Zhang Jiuling "Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan"

A bright moon rises over the vast sea. At this time, you and I are looking at each other at the end of the world.

The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown. ——Du Fu's "Remembering My Brother-in-law on a Moonlit Night"

Tonight has entered the Bailu solar term, and the moon is still the brightest in my hometown.

The sky is vast and the feeling of hometown is strong. ——Zhang Jiuling's "Night Journey to the Xijiang River"

The world is empty and vast, and the feeling of homesickness is unforgettable.

The deciduous trees in foreign lands are like people alone at night under the cold light. ——Ma Dai's "Autumn Residence in Bashang"

Facing the fallen leaves of the trees in a foreign country, the lonely lamp on the cold night shines on me alone.

The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me again? ——Wang Anshi's "Mooring at Guazhou"

The gentle spring breeze blows green on the south bank of the river again, but, the bright moon in the sky, when will you be able to light me back home?

The sound of someone’s jade flute spreads into the spring breeze and fills Luo City. ——Li Bai "Listen to the Flute in Luoyang City on a Spring Night/Listen to the Flute in Luoyang City on a Spring Night"

Whose exquisite flute secretly emits a melodious sound. As the spring breeze blows, it spreads throughout Luoyang.

The wind is blowing, the snow is blowing, my hometown is shattered, my dreams are gone, and there is no such sound in my hometown. ——Nalan Xingde's "Sauvignon Blanc·A Journey to the Mountain"

The wind was blowing and snowing outside, which woke up the soldiers from their sleep and aroused their longing for their hometown. How beautiful their hometown is. It is so warm and peaceful, but there is no such noise as the howling wind and dancing snowflakes.

Toast a glass to the bright moon, and look at each other as three people. ——Li Bai's "Four Songs for Drinking Alone under the Moon·Part 1"

Toast a glass and invite the bright moon, facing the figures and becoming three people.

When will the home in the dream arrive? When spring comes, how many people will return to the river? ——Lu Lun's "Spring Hope in Chang'an"

The hometown is in the dream, but when will it be returned? Winter turns to spring, boats come and go on the river, and a few people are able to return home.