The river is three thousand miles long, and there are fifteen letters from home. There is nothing else between me, just telling me to go back to my hometown as soon as possible. A Letter from Shi Jing to Yuan Kai in Ming Dynasty

I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. -Li Bai

You come from your hometown, tell me what happened there! . Come to the window and open its first cold flower? ? Wang Wei in Miscellaneous Poems

When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi. -Li Shangyin

Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail. ... the night now gives way to the ocean of the sun, and Jiang Chunren was in the old year. I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. (Wang Wan: a berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain)

It has been ten frost in Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night. For no reason, I crossed the mulberry river, but I hope that Bing is my hometown. (Liu Zao: "Journey to the North")

Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are thin horses. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.