1. Do you have any poems or lyrics about missing your hometown?

On September 9th, I recall that my brother Wang Wei from Shandong was a stranger in a foreign land. He misses his family even more during the festive season; I know my brothers from afar. At the top of the mountain, there is only one person planted with dogwood trees everywhere. Su Shi, the singer of water tunes, when will the bright moon come? Asking the blue sky for his wine.

I don’t know what year it is in the palace in the sky. I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid of the beautiful buildings and jade buildings. It's too cold at high places.

Dance and clear the shadow, how does it seem to be in the human world. Turning to the Zhu Pavilion, you can see the low Qi household, and the light will make you sleepless.

There should be no hatred, why will things last forever when we say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This has never been the case in ancient times.

I hope that people will live forever, thousands of miles away from the beauty of the moon. Love Letters on the Way Back to the West at Autumn Twilight by Bai Juyi Under the light of Geng Geng’s journey, I feel more worried and less sleepy.

Homesickness usually occurs early, before the rooster crows. In September, the grass and trees fall, and the distant mountains are leveled.

In the autumn shade and dawn, all the trees are green. I went to the east in autumn and started to travel west this autumn.

The horse is thin and the clothes are torn. It has been two years since I came to another house. I feel sad when I return home, but I don’t have a bag of money when I return home.

Although the heart is not blue paste, it is unnaturally peaceful. Homesickness outside the Yangtze River Wei Zhuang Every spring, I feel sad in a foreign land, and I can learn about Du Qu and Oriole.

On the banks of the river at sunset, there are traces of heartbroken smoke and willows. Two Qin Songs by Sima Xiangru The Phoenix returns to its hometown and travels around the world seeking its emperor.

If you don’t meet me at that time, you will have nothing to do. How can you realize that you are going to be promoted to this hall now? There is a beautiful lady in the boudoir, and the people in the room are poisonous to my intestines. How come they are like mandarin ducks with their necks crossed, and they are soaring in the air! The emperor comes to live with me, and I have to entrust her to be my concubine forever.

Who is the one who knows how to communicate and understand each other in the middle of the night? Both wings rise and fly high, without feeling, my thoughts make me sad. When I first entered the gorge, the bitter wind sent me to my relatives and friends in my hometown. Chen Ziang, my hometown friend today.

We sit together at a happy gathering. It’s better to know Baxia Road.

Thank you for your hard work. The wild goose, Du Mu, carries a reed in its mouth thousands of miles away from its hometown, and the snow and rain fly towards Xiaoxiang.

Several lonely pillows make me cry, and several high-rise buildings are about to break my heart. Spending the day leaning away from the shadows, walking in the wind.

I work hard to come to Hengyue every year, and my wings destroy Longsai Shuang. Thoughts on a Quiet Night by Li Bai The moonlight shines brightly in front of the bed, which is suspected to be frost on the ground.

Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown. Two poems about traveling to Qiupu and Bai Kaupei by Li Bai Where is the best place to travel at night, when the moon is bright and clear at Yingbei.

The mountain light shakes the snow, and the shadow of the ape hangs on the cold branches. But fearing that the good times will be late, Xiaoling will return home and move.

When people come, they feel refreshed and lovesick. The white worms howl loudly at night, and the valleys feel so cold.

Fishes and dragons move the water, creating waves everywhere. A bright moon came from the sky and flew into the blue clouds.

My hometown is invisible, and I look to the west with a broken heart. The rain is lingering by Li Shangyin The rain is lingering on Chang'an night, and I am alone in sorrow with the broken lamp.

My hometown is a land of clouds and water, and it is not suitable for autumn to return to my dreams. Climbing the Tower in Mid-Spring Liu Jian The golden cup is not enough to wash away the sorrow. I recall my hometown in Jiangjun.

Fireworks on both sides of the Taiwan Strait make the spring prosperous, but the moonlit night on the first floor is desolate. Wang Zhang is not ashamed to shed tears in his cow clothes, and Pan Yuexiu is shocked by the frost on his temples.

The lotus flowers have returned but I haven’t found them yet. There is a thatched cottage deep in the white clouds. In ancient and modern times, there is no need to complain, and the beard of frost is against the beauty of the year.

If you fail, you will be ashamed of the snake. If you use your heart, you will be like a mouse without teeth. When the clouds are clear in the sky, I will pity the moon; when the wind is high all night, I will be tired of the flowers.

People who rely on the county building alone do not know how to catch the spring waves by fishing boats on the flat sand. Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Liu Zongyuan Works: Watching the Mountains with Master Hao Chu to Send Relatives to Beijing Contents: The sharp mountains by the sea are like swords, and the coming of autumn cuts the heart of sorrow everywhere.

If you were to transform into hundreds of billions of people, you would go up to the top of the mountain and look at your hometown. Era: Tang Author: Lu Zhaolin Works: Presented to the Officials of Yifu Content: A bird comes from Northern Yan and flies to Western Shu.

Living alone on the sword gate, dancing alone at the foot of Minshan Mountain. There are many ancient features in Angzang, but there are new songs in sorrow.

A group of phoenixes swam by and asked what they wanted. Replying to the cold country son, I traveled more than ten thousand miles.

Don’t stop the evil tree branches, don’t drink the stolen spring water. I often think about encountering rice and beams, and I would like to live in sycamore trees.

I won’t invite the wise, but I will ignore the fool. Therefore, I become independent and live a long life.

The sun and the sunset are bitter and windy, and I want to return to Luoyang. Yu He's sweater is short, but the road to Guanshan is long.

The bright moon makes people miss me, and the white clouds make me miss my hometown. Who can take advantage of the wind and conquer Cangcang in one fell swoop?

Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Luo Binwang Works: Sitting Alone on a Cold Night, A Wanderer's Confidant Confidant Content: The hometown is thousands of miles away, and there are countless worries. The quail's clothes are long and broken, and the snail's house is uncertain.

A rich man only has ideas, but a poor man plays for whom. The willow leaves are crisp in the autumn wind, and the lotus leaves are exposed in the morning.

In the late golden season, there are chrysanthemums on the bank, and orchids are left hanging underneath. It's easy to cut down trees, but it's hard to go back to Weisang.

The only bright moon shines brightly in the cold guest room. 2. Find poems and lyrics about missing your hometown

Ask the guest with a smile where he comes from.

I hope you will pick more, and the geese will return to the pond. When the envoy comes to Beijing, Tang Cen Shen. The road to the east of the hometown is long, and there is frost on Banqiao, which is suspected to be frost on the ground. The sound of cock sounds in Maodian month.

I know from afar that my brothers have climbed to a high place, their local pronunciation has not changed, their hair on their temples has faded, they lower their heads and miss their hometown.

Morning trip to Shangshan, starting in the morning to conquer Duo Red Bean Red beans are native to the southern country, this is the most lovesick thing. During the festive season, I miss my relatives even more, and I feel sad for my hometown when I travel.

Oak leaves fall on the mountain road. Quiet Night Thoughts The moonlight shines brightly in front of the bed.

Children do not recognize each other. He Zhizhang's Return to His Hometown Occasionally The young boy left home and his eldest brother returned.

See you soon without pen or paper. Looking up at the bright moon, my sleeves are full of tears.

Reminiscing about the brothers from Shandong on September 9th, we were strangers in a foreign land, relying on you to send messages of peace, planting dogwood trees everywhere and missing one person, and orange blossoms brightening the post wall. Because I think about Du Ling's dream, I send out a few branches in spring. 3. Find poems and lyrics about missing your hometown

Red beans Red beans grow in the south, and a few branches will grow when spring comes.

I hope you will pick more of them, this is the most loved thing. Jingye Thoughts The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground.

Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown. Reminiscing about our Shandong brothers on September 9th. We are strangers in a foreign land, but we miss our family members even more during the festive season.

I know from afar that when my brothers climb to a high place, there is one less person planting dogwood trees everywhere. Early morning trip to Shangshan. Starting early in the morning, I set out to recruit the priests. I am sad to see my hometown when I am traveling.

The sound of chickens is heard in Maodian and the moon is shining in Banqiao. The oak leaves have fallen on the mountain road, and the orange flowers are bright on the post wall.

Thinking of the dream of Du Ling, the geese are full of birds and return to the pond. Tang Cen Shen, the envoy to the capital, looks eastward from the hometown and the road is long, and his sleeves are full of tears. We will meet soon without pen and paper, so I can rely on you to send messages of peace.

He Zhizhang's Return to Hometown Occasionally When a young boy leaves home and his elder brother returns, his local pronunciation has not changed and his hair on his temples has faded. When children see each other but don't recognize each other, they laugh and ask where the guest comes from. .