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What are the poems that miss the motherland?
The poem "Love the people and miss the motherland" is:

Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested. Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold. Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin. -"The Hope of Spring" Du Fu

Once the effort comes, there will be fewer stars around. The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs. The beach of fear says fear, and there is a sigh in the ocean. Who hasn't died since ancient times? Take the heart of Dan and follow history. -"Crossing the Ocean" Wen Tianxiang

I know that when I die, everything on earth has nothing to do with me. But the only thing that hurts me is that I failed to see the reunification of the motherland. Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news! -"Xiuzi" Lu You

The wind is fast and high, the ape cries sadly, and the birds are circling in the white sand. The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably. Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness. After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged. -"Ascending the Mountain" Du Fu

Well, with the dragon bell body, how to rejuvenate at the age of. Shimen thought for a long time, and the bronze mirror peeped at the frequency. Flowers bloom and new trees move, knowing the spring of the old country. Who can level this hatred? Is it Beizong? -"Chinese New Year" Jia Dao

Chang' an fell and the country was broken, leaving only mountains and rivers; Spring has come, and Chang 'an, which is sparsely populated, has dense vegetation. Sentimental state affairs, tears can't help splashing, birds are heart-pounding, which only increases sadness but not hatred. The continuous war has lasted for more than half a year, and there are few letters from home. A letter is worth twelve thousand gold. Worried, scratching my head, my white hair is getting shorter and shorter, and I can't insert it.

Looking back on my early years, I experienced a lot of hardships from the imperial examination to the official position, and it has been four years since the end of the war. The country is in peril like catkins in a strong wind, and life is ups and downs like rootless duckweeds drifting in the rain. I'm still afraid of the fiasco at Fear Beach. It's a pity that I'm alone in Yuan Lu. Who can live forever since ancient times? I want to leave a patriotic heart that reflects history.

I know that when I die, everything in the world has nothing to do with me; But the only thing that makes me sad is that I didn't see the reunification of the motherland with my own eyes. So, don't forget to tell me the good news when Song Jun recovers the lost land in the Central Plains and you hold a family sacrifice!

Climbing the mountain: the wind is rushing and the apes are crying, and there are birds hovering on the clear water and white sand river, which is very sad. Endless trees are rustling leaves, and endless Yangtze River is rolling in. Sad to autumn, I feel that Wan Li has been wandering all the year round and has been sick all his life. Today, he is alone on the high platform. After a lot of hardships, white hair is full of temples, and the cup is hanging.

Sigh, how can this old woman be updated circularly like in 2008? I thought for a long time whether to retire in Shimenguan, but I saw that old face in the bronze mirror and couldn't help peeping again and again. The flowers are blooming again, and the new trees along the road have moved away. I know in my heart that this is the spring in my old country. Who can dispel the dissatisfaction in my heart? It's not Buddhism anyway.