Artistic conception poems getting closer and closer to home

People say that the place where the sun sets is the horizon. I try to look at the horizon, but I can't see my home. -Li Gou's homesickness

The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! -Du Fu's Moonlight Remembering My Brother

Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith! -Wang Changling "Breaking up with Xin Jian at Furong Inn"

The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home. -Song Wenzhi "Crossing the Han River"

When the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, and there is no such sound in the garden. -Nalan Xingde's "Sauvignon Blanc, A Journey to a Mountain Residence"

I have been away from my hometown for many years, and I have been half-dead recently. -What's "Two Hometown Couplets"

One is called, one is ileum, one is broken, and March is three memories. -Li Bai's Watching Rhododendrons in Xuancheng/Zigui

In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick. -Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night/Smelling the flute in Luoyang on a Spring Night"

* * * Looking at the bright moon and crying, for the heart, five places, all sick and willing. -Bai Juyi's feeling of looking at the moon

When will you go home and wash your robe? The silver word is the tone, and the heart word is the fragrance. -Jie Jiang's "A piece of plum, a boat crossing the Wujiang River"

But I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker. The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy. —— Yellow Crane Tower in Cui Hao/Climbing Yellow Crane Tower

I haven't even dreamed of going home in ten years. At this time, I am independent of the mountains and rivers. -Xie Fangde's Wuyishan

The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles. -Li Bai's "Seeing Friends Off at Jingmen Ferry"

A maid-in-waiting lived 1000 miles away from home for twenty years. -Zhang Hu's Gong Ci of "Thousands of Miles from Home"

Cong Ju shed tears the other day. She was alone in the boat. -Du Fu's "Eight Poems of Autumn Prosperity"

The distance from the east home is very long, and the tears are wet and the sleeves are still flowing. -Cen Can is going to meet a messenger in the capital.