Silent Night Thoughts
Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
There is bright moonlight in front of the bed,
It is suspected to be frost on the ground.
Look up at the bright moon,
Look down at your hometown.
Overcast and rainy
Tang Bai Juyi
The mist is heavy today, and the mountains and rivers are deep here.
The sound of the beach is more urgent in autumn, and the air in the gorge is more cloudy at dawn.
The clouds cover my eyes when I look at the palace, and my heart is filled with homesickness and raindrops.
How can we comfort Youdu? I rely on this North Window Qin.
Cold food during the trip
Lizhong of the Tang Dynasty
Cold food during the trip, homesickness and tears of wet wipes.
The music and books are broken outside the sky, and the peach and plum rain is in the spring.
There is no reason to drink, but there seems to be a reason for chanting.
There are so many people outing outside the countryside.
Autumn Thoughts on the Bank of the River
Du Xunhe of the Tang Dynasty
Driving horses along the river, homesickness arises every step of the way.
The willow color is waved with a whip, and the sound of cicadas is lost.
Autumn crops are bounded by long roads, and cold clouds surround the ancient city.
When the family is poor and prosperous, they have no land to farm.
Send friends off on the river to travel south
Zhang Qiao of the Tang Dynasty
Wherever nostalgia accumulates, chaos gathers at the end of the world.
The shore is long and the people are singing late, and the lake is wide and the sails are sailing in autumn.
Buy wine and pass the fishing house, divide the lamp and fishing boat.
When you see wild geese coming to Xiaoxiang, you should think about traveling alone.
Homesickness
Tang Buxie
There are no travelers from Lubei, but letters from Yunnan have not been returned.
If you don’t sweep away the flowers in front of the court, who will climb the willows outside the door?
If you sit for a long time and sell silver candles, you will be more worried and your beauty will be reduced.
The moon hangs in my heart on an autumn night, and it shines upon the mountains thousands of miles away.
Homesickness in the mountains in winter
Congratulations to Zhou Dynasty in the Tang Dynasty
The fields began to condense, and the sky became clear at dawn.
The trees are cold and there are few birds, and the mountains are far apart and few monks come here.
Close the snow from the windows against the sun and open the furnace to release the inkstone ice.
I suddenly returned to my hometown and wanted to live in Xiling.
Autumn View of the Ancient City of Yunmeng
Rongyu of the Tang Dynasty
The ruins of the old country are here, and I want to visit the ancient city.
Once a person changes, a thousand years will flow in vain.
The sound of the boom in Mengzhu is late, and the trees in Jingmen are in autumn color.
A cloud lingers, hanging in the distance looking at homesickness.
Great Night Works
Tang Gaoshi
The hotel is sleepless under the cold light, and the guest's heart becomes desolate.
My hometown is far away tonight, and I am worried about another new year on my temples.
Hometown Apricot Blossoms
Tang Sikong Pictures
Send flowers and wine to celebrate the new blooms, hold the flower branches on the left and the cup on the right.
Would you like to ask why the flowers and the glass of wine are different from the old friends?
Homesickness outside the river
Tang Weizhuang
Spring every year The sadness of a foreign land can be known by Du Qu and Huang Ying.
Moreover, on the bank of the river by the setting sun, there are traces of heartbroken smoke and willows.
Looking from afar
Tang Yuanzhen
The eyes are full of sad winter scenery, with many red trees on the mountain and the temple.
Zhongxuan sheds endless tears of homesickness, and the Zhang River flows eastward with jade waves.
He Sanxiang Poems
Tang Gaoqu
Thousands of mountains and mountains in the north and south, who doesn’t miss his hometown in Xuanche?
Only the traces of Fanghan’s sorrow remain, and the peach and plum blossoms may be hurt on the street.
Homesickness
Tang Xuetao
The water under Mount Emei is like oil, but my heart is not tied to my boat.
When will the sails leave Jinpu, and the sound of the drums will sing in unison.