Poems about homesickness and affection

1, shining so brightly at the foot of my bed,

Is there frost already? .

Looking up, I found it was moonlight.

Sinking again, I suddenly thought of home-Tang Libai << Thinking in Quiet Night >>

As a stranger in a foreign land,

Please think twice about your relatives during the festival.

Know where the brothers climb,

There is a man missing from the dogwood. Tang Wangwei

3. Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers remain forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back.

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.

4, the hotel sleeps alone in cold light,

What happened to the guest's heart?

Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts.

Another year of frost temple in Ming dynasty. Besides working at night, Tang has high physical fitness.

5, loving mother Yin

The thread in the loving mother's hand,

Make clothes for her wayward son.

She sewed it carefully, mended it thoroughly,

Afraid that the delay would make him come home late.

You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! . When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? (Wang Wei: "Miscellaneous Poems")

7. When you are young and leave home, go back to your boss.

The local accent has not changed.

The children don't know each other,

Where did the laughter come from? (He Zhangzhi: Homecoming Book)

8. The voice book outside the spine is broken.

Winter goes and spring comes.

Now, near my village, meet people,

I dare not ask a question. (Song Wenzhi, "Crossing the Han River")

9. We wound our way under the blue mountain.

Me and my boat, along the green water.

Until the river bank widens at low tide,

No wind blows my lonely sail.

... night now gives way to the ocean of the sun,

Jiang Chunren's old year.

I can finally send my messenger,

Geese, return to Luoyang. (Wang Wan: a berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain)

9. People are only seven days old in spring.

I have been away from home for two years.

When people return to the geese,

Think before and after. (Xue Daoheng: "People are homesick every day")

10, whose jade emperor is secretly flying,

Spring breeze scattered in Los Angeles.

In this serenade, I heard the sound of willows.

Who can't afford to be homesick? (Li Bai: The Flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night)

1 1, the guest house has been frosted for ten times.

Remember Xianyang day and night.

Change dry mulberry water for no reason,

But I hope Bing is my hometown. (Liu Zao: "Journey to the North")