The sentence of meeting a fellow villager thousands of miles away

The sentence of meeting a fellow villager thousands of miles away is as follows:

Qian Zhongshu said: Life is nothing more than staying at home and going home. At first, we embarked on a journey of freedom, but when we were about to reach the end, we were homesick. We want to find a physical and mental destination in the vast world. Everyone who misses home has a poem in his heart.

Three Miscellaneous Poems: The Second Tang Dynasty and Wang Wei

You have just come from our hometown, and we must understand the world. Did the plum blossom when you came to the engraved window of my house?

It is said that I miss people when I see things, perhaps because I am busy and seldom have the opportunity to think of my hometown, but when I see people and things in my hometown, I find that I don't miss home, but I don't want to.

Seeing old friends, the idea of going home is getting stronger and stronger. Since you are from your hometown, can you tell me: Is the plum blossom in front of my window?

Mount Anshi, Wang Song, Guazhou

Jingkou and Guazhou are just separated by a water, and Zhongshan has only a few heavy green mountains. The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home?

It is said that spring is the season of romance and autumn is the season of missing. The wanderer in the poem also loves to miss the hometown of Jiangnan in spring. No matter how good the scenery is, it can't compare with where you belong.

Spring is beautiful, orioles are green, and peach blossoms are brilliant. It is the time of vitality. In the beautiful south of the Yangtze River, watching the spring breeze warm a pool of spring water, but the bright moon in the sky, when can you follow me home?

One spring night in Los Angeles, Deng Wendi and Li Bai

Yu Di's dark flying sound scattered into the spring breeze in Los Angeles. In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick.

People are most vulnerable at night. We leave smiles, sunshine and enthusiasm for the day, and tears, thoughts and regrets for the night.

The night was silent, tossing and turning, and suddenly I heard the melodious flute coming from somewhere. On hearing "Folding Willow", I was homesick and rushed out.

At the foot of Beibao Mountain lies Tangwang Bay.

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. ... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. Finally, I can send my messenger, Wild Goose, back to Luoyang.

During the journey, people always miss their hometown very much. Sailing between green mountains and green waters, with the wind and the sails hanging high. The old year will pass and spring will come. At this moment, I thought: I wonder when my family will receive the letter I sent them? I wonder how they felt when they received my letter.

Waiting anxiously, I can only hope that Hongyan will send Acacia to Luoyang as soon as possible.