Which poem is about homesickness?

Wang Wei's "September 9th Memories of the Dongshan Brothers".

Alone in a foreign land as a stranger, every festival is full of relatives.

The remote knowledge brothers ascended to the heights, and there was one less person in the dogwood.

Fifteen nights looking at the moon Tang. Wang Jian.

The atrium is white arboreal crows, and the cold dew is silent wet osmanthus.

Tonight, the moon is bright, and I don't know whose house the autumn thoughts are.

Fisherman's proud Song. Fan Zhongyan.

The scenery is different in autumn, and the geese in Hengyang go without paying attention. The sound of the corners on all sides rises, and in the thousands of mountains, the long smoke and sunset are closed in a lonely city.

A glass of turbid wine is thousands of miles away, Yan Ran has no plan, and the Qiang tube is full of frost. People don't sleep, and the general's white hair is in tears.

At night, the city was surrendered and heard the flute Tang. Li Yi.

The sand is like snow in front of Huile Feng, and the moon outside the city is like frost.

I don't know where to blow the reed pipe, and I recruit people to look at the hometown overnight.

In the moraine as Tang. Cen Shen.

If you want to go to the sky, you will leave home and see the moon twice.

I don't know where to stay tonight?

Pingsha is uninhabited.

Husband Don. Chen Yulan.

The husband and the concubine are in Wu, and the west wind blows the concubine and the concubine are worried about the husband.

A line of letters and a thousand lines of tears, so cold that the king's clothes are nothing?

Docking the boat Guazhou Song. Wang Anshi.

Jingkou Guazhou is a water, Zhongshan is only separated by a few mountains.

The spring breeze and the south bank of the Green River, when will the bright moon shine on me.

Qiu Si Tang] Zhang Ji.

Seeing the autumn breeze in Luoyang City, I want to write a book.

The fear was said in a hurry, and the pedestrians opened it again.

Silent night thinking Li Bai.

The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground.

Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown.

September 9 recalls the Shandong brothers.

Wang Wei is a stranger in a foreign land, and he misses his relatives every festival.

The remote knowledge brothers ascended to the heights, and there was one less person in the dogwood.

Fifteen nights looking at the moon.

Wang Jian's white arboreal crows in the atrium, cold dew and silent wet osmanthus.

Tonight, the moon is bright, and I don't know whose house the autumn thoughts are.

Qiu Si Zhang.

Seeing the autumn breeze in Luoyang City, I want to write a book.

The fear was said in a hurry, and the pedestrians opened it again.

The autumn wind leads Liu Yuxi.

Where is the autumn breeze?

Xiao Xiao sent a flock of geese.

Towards the courtyard tree, the lonely guest is the first to hear.

Sauvignon Blanc Nalan Sex.

A trip to the mountain, a trip to the water, the body to the side of Yuguan, a thousand tent lights in the middle of the night. The wind is changing, the snow is changing, the dream of the broken hometown cannot be realized, and there is no sound in the old garden.

Alone in a foreign land as a stranger, every festival is full of relatives.

The remote knowledge brothers ascended to the heights, and there was one less person in the dogwood.

The bright moonlight in front of the bed, suspected to be frost on the ground, raised his head to look at the bright moon, and bowed his head to think of his hometown.

Jingkou Guazhou is a water, Zhongshan is only separated by a few mountains. The spring breeze and the south bank of the Green River, when will the bright moon shine on me.

The river is 3,000 miles, and the family letter is fifteen lines.

There is no other word, only to return to the hometown early.