Two Poems with "Homesickness"

Looking at the sinking moon, I suddenly remembered home.

I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.

How bright the moonlight is at home! They are relatives of their hometown.

You have just come from our hometown, and we must understand the world.

I am on a high mountain, looking at my hometown.

Hometown is intangible and can never be forgotten.

Guazhou is at the mouth of Beijing, separated by several mountains.

The spring breeze came to Jiang Nanan again. When will the bright moon shine on me?

Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed.

Outside the ridge, the sound is broken, winter returns to winter and spring returns to spring.

The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home.

I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang.

It's only seven days in spring and two years away from home.

The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom.

It has been ten frost in Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night.

For no reason, I crossed the mulberry river, but I hope that Bing is my hometown.