Homesick handwritten newspaper is simple and beautiful.

Song Zhou Bangyan and Su Mu all covered Liao and agarwood.

Burn agarwood to relieve summer heat. Birds call clear, intrude into the eaves. On the leaves, Chuyang is dry and rainy, and the water surface is clear and round.

My hometown is far away. When will I go? I live in Wumen and have been traveling in Chang 'an for a long time. May the fishermen remember each other. Boat, dream into furongpu.

The Yellow Crane Tower, Hao

The fairy of the past has flown away by the yellow crane, leaving only an empty Yellow Crane Tower. The yellow crane never revisited earth, there have been no long white clouds for thousands of years. Every tree in Hanyang has become crystal clear, Cao Fangjiang Parrot Island. But I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker. The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy.

The Hope of Spring Tang Du Fu

Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested. Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. After three months of fighting? Letters from home are priceless. Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.

Tang Zhangji was born in Fengjiang, a night-mooring near maple bridge.

Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river. In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.

Quiet night thinking: Tang Libai

The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already? I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.

"Dengguazhou" An Shi of Wang Song

Guazhou Waterhouse in Jingkou? Zhongshan is separated by only a few mountains. ? The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home?

Modern poetry of homesickness;

In the light under the full moon

Under the full moon without freckles

A pool of lotus flowers fell asleep.

Frogs cry louder in summer.

This is the most pleasant noise.

Sitting on the bench by the pool, thinking

You should go to bed.

Remember that your long cilia should be stitched.

Sew a string of dreams-

I dreamed that you came to my date.

Share the coolness of this white stone

Or become a dragonfly.

Rest on the lotus leaf in the corner.

Sip the dew and hold a handful of moonlight.

Or let me hug your waist.

Take care of your classic gentleness and grace.

Just as the king of Chu was jealous.

King Chu? King Chu? Fireflies patrol at night.

Say it's late at night, say it's foggy

Rise from the surface of the pool.

The fibrous moonlight is a little fluffy.

Then fold a Zhang Kuo lotus leaf.

Wrap up in a moonlight and go back.

Go back and look at the Tang poetry.

Flat, like crushed acacia

2, "Homesickness" Yu Guangzhong

In childhood

Homesickness is a small stamp.

I'm at this end

Mom is over there.

When I grow up

Homesickness is a narrow ticket.

I'm at this end

The bride is over there.

We'll talk about it later.

Homesickness is a low grave.

I am outside

Mom's inside.

But now

Homesickness is a shallow strait.

I'm at this end

The mainland is over there