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Poems about nostalgia and missing relatives

The poems about nostalgia and longing for relatives are as follows:

1. I know from afar that my brothers are climbing high, and there is one less person planted with dogwood trees. ——Wang Wei's "Remembering the Shandong Brothers on September 9th"

2. The drums interrupt the pedestrian movement, and the sound of wild geese is heard in the autumn. ——Du Fu's "Remembering My Brother on a Moonlit Night"

3. The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown. ——Du Fu's "Remembering My Brothers on a Moonlit Night"

4. If you have younger brothers, they are all scattered, and you have no family to ask about life and death. ——Du Fu's "Remembering My Brother on a Moonlit Night"

5. The letter sent was not delivered, and the troops were not suspended. ——Du Fu's "Remembering My Brother on a Moonlit Night"

6. Will the winter plum blossoms bloom in front of the beautiful window tomorrow? ——Wang Wei's "Three Miscellaneous Poems"

7. The hotel is so cold and the lights are so cold that I can't sleep alone. Why do the guests feel so sad? ——Gao Shi's "Great Night Works"

8. I miss my hometown tonight, and I miss another year of frost on my temples. ——Gao Shi's "Great Night Works"

9. During the winter solstice in Handan Posthouse, shadows in front of the lamps hugging the knees accompany me. ——Bai Juyi's "Handan Winter Solstice Homesickness"

10. If you want to sit at home late at night, you should talk about people who are traveling far away. ——Bai Juyi's "Handan Winter Solstice Homesickness"

11. In the gloomy weather with freezing clouds, a small boat leaves Jiangzhu in good spirits. ——Liu Yong's "Midnight Joy·Blooming Weather with Frozen Clouds"

12. In the eye, there are sparkling wine glasses, a cluster of smoky villages, and several rows of frost trees. ——Liu Yong's "Midnight Music·Freezing Clouds and Gloomy Weather"

13. Under the dying sun, the fishermen returned home with their bangs. ——Liu Yong's "Midnight Music, Gloomy Weather with Frozen Clouds"

14. The lotus flowers are scattered, the willows are shaded, and there are two or three girls wandering on the sand on the shore. ——Liu Yong's "Midnight Music·Freezing Clouds and Gloomy Weather"

15. Tragic separation, empty regret that the return date will be delayed at the end of the year. Eyes filled with tears, Yao Yao Shenjing Road. ——Liu Yong's "Midnight Music·Freezing Clouds and Gloomy Weather"

16. The sound of the broken bell lasts far into the dusk. ——Liu Yong's "Midnight Music, Gloomy Weather with Frozen Clouds"

17. Today, visitors from the North want to go home and return to He Na covered with green flowers. ——Liu Yuxi's "Two Poems on Bamboo Branches·Part 2"

18. Those who hear it near the neighbors sigh, and the distant visitors shed tears when they are homesick. ——Li Qi's "Listening to An Wanshan Playing the Reed Song"

19. I don't know where to play the reed pipe, and all the people are looking for their hometowns overnight. ——Li Yi "Listening to the Flute in Shoujiang City at Night"

20. Thinking of returning is like the Fen River, and there is no day without leisure. ——Li Bai's "Early Autumn in Taiyuan"

21. The east wind is gradually greening the willows in the West Lake. The geese have returned, but the people have not returned south. ——Zhou Mi's "High Balcony·Send Chen Junheng to be summoned"

22. Pity the chrysanthemum in my hometown from afar, and it should be opened near the battlefield. ——Cen Shen's "Nine Days' March and Thinking of My Hometown in Chang'an"

23. The chrysanthemums under the fence in my hometown are blooming today. ——Mr. Jiang's "Returning to Yangzhou from Chang'an to the Rhymes of Weishan Pavilion on September 9th/Chang'an Nine Days Poems"

24. Where is the return journey? The long pavilion is connected with the short pavilion. ——Li Bai's "Bodhisattva Barbarian: The plain forest is full of smoke like weaving"

25. If you don't wipe the two moths away, you will weep in the autumn water.

——Excerpt from "Ode to Xi Shi" by Wang Wei