Poems describing homesickness

1, a leaf and the sound of autumn, a little banana and a little sadness, after the third night of my dream. -Xu Zaisi's "Water Fairy Night Rain"

2. People say that the sunset is the end of the world, but they can't see home when they look at the end of the world. -Li Gou's homesickness

3, the moon, now full of the sea, the end of the world at this time. -Zhang Jiuling's "Full Moon Philip Burkart"

4. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows you. -Gao Shi's "Don't Move Sophomore"

On the green spring day, I started to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine. -Du Fu's "The banks of the Yellow River were recovered by the imperial army"

He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! . -Du Fu's Moonlight Remembering My Brother

7. Broad sky and homesickness. -Zhang Jiuling's "Xijiang Night Walk"

8. If relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other, a piece of ice heart is in the jade pot. -Wang Changling "Breaking up with Xin Jian at Furong Inn"

9. I wish people a long life, and thousands of miles are beautiful. -Su Shi's "Mid-Autumn Festival with Water Tune and Ice Dust"

10, the soft leaves of a foreign tree, the cold light of a lantern, lonely at night. -Ma Dai's "Autumn Chrysanthemum on the Dam"

1 1. Spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan. When will the bright moon shine on me? -Wang Anshi's "Dengguazhou"

12, whose flute flies in the dark and is scattered in the spring breeze all over the ground. -Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night/Smelling the flute in Luoyang on a Spring Night"

13, I don't know if Lingnan is bad. But this road. This peace of mind is my hometown. -Su Shi's Youth Tour, Nanhai gives Wang Dingguo a wife and foster mother.

14, now, near my village, I dare not ask a question when I meet people. -Song Wenzhi "Crossing the Han River"

15, the wind is changing, the snow is changing, and the dream of hurting the country's heart has not come true, so there is no such sound in the garden. -Nalan Xingde's "Sauvignon Blanc, A Journey to a Mountain Residence"