What poems can express homesickness?

Don't miss the old country for the old friend, try new tea with new fire. Poetry and wine use time. -Su Shi's "Looking at Jiangnan and Surpassing Taiwan Province"

Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. -Li Qingzhao's "A piece of plum, red lotus root fragrance, residual jade in autumn"

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

Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. -Li Shangyin Untitled It was a long time before I met her, but it was even longer after we broke up.

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"

Acacia is written on the string of pipa. At that time, the bright moon was there, and it had returned according to the colorful clouds. -Yan Dao Ji's "Linjiang Fairy, Dream Back, Tower Lock"

Accompanied by leaves and autumn sounds, a little banana and a little sadness, after the third night of dreams. -Xu Zaisi's "Water Fairy Night Rain"

A ride on the mountain, a ride on the water, and a trip to Guan Yu, with thousands of lights at night. -Nalan Xingde's "Sauvignon Blanc, A Journey to a Mountain Residence"

Yu Di's dark flying sound scattered into the spring breeze in Los Angeles. -Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night/Smelling the flute in Luoyang on a Spring Night"

Qiang tube covered with frost, people do not sleep. The general was white-haired and in tears. -Fan Zhongyan's "The Fisherman's Pride Qiu Si"

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"

It has been ten years since the rulers trampled on the land of the motherland. Looking back at Luoyang, my hometown, the road is so long. -Chen's "Peony Pavilion Fu"