What are the poems recalling hometown?

thoughts on quiet nights by Li Bai, so bright a gleam on the foot of my bed and could there have been a frost already?. I raise my head to gaze at the moon, Lowering my head, my nostalgia comes around. Berthing Guazhou Author: Wang Anshi's Jingkou Guazhou is a water room, and Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains. The spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan, when will the bright moon shine on me?                              127 * * * Who fights for time and wins sideburns? () Homesickness Author: () The castle peak is being affected by the castle peak, which covers my sight, the twilight clouds, and the castle peak. () Hometown author: Qt. It's hard to leave home for a long time, and only Fiona Fang knows the world. If it weren't for the gold medal, what would be the appearance of the well? 𗣾 𗣾 𗣾 𗣾 𗣾 𗣾 𗣾 𗣾 𗣾 𗣾 𗣾 𗣾 𗣾 𗣾 𗣾 𗣾 𗣾 𗣾 𗣾 𗣾 𗣾 𗣾 9 Cuilin Peach Tree is our village household. Butterflies dance, bees play with flowers and dew. Sucking honey, falling red like a note, from morning to night.    Home is like a paradise today, and the red wall is surrounded by blue tiles.                              127 Full of blue mountains and green hills, the sun is far away, and the scenery is new and the clouds are light.                              127 The green leaves are tender on the branches at the beginning, and a tree looks like a new dress. Jingmei is not afraid of the late spring, and she always looks forward to it. Happy rain moistens the grassland green, and birds chirp, butterflies dance and swallows return.                              127 The shadow of the sun on the three poles leads to the shadow of the building, and the poem of Banling pine continues the poem of Liu. Even if you have a longing for love, you are ashamed to write new words. This situation is the most fascinating, and hundreds of birds are fighting for butterflies and dancing. 𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾96 The history of the ancient hometown for thousands of years writes about your vicissitudes. Outside Yanmenguan is my hometown. Spring dresses up the faces of the four seasons. The years are like songs. Time is like a dream. Dreams are fragrant. The stars of hope are shining and the flowers of happiness bloom. Huairen, the beautiful hometown of Northland, loves your scenery. Outside Yanmenguan is my hometown. The Yellow River flows through the beating heart. Huaina Baichuan connects the waves, Renfeng blows thousands of miles to the distant avenue and yearns for passion. The morning glow in the east, the hometown of youth, dyes your makeup. The shepherd boy sings on the bank, and the old father hoes the beans. After bamboo, after bamboo. Ducks croak on the stream. 𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾96 The autumn rain is endless, and big sleep wakes up to listen to cicadas. 𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾96 In the past, restaurants wanted to get drunk, and their thoughts and worries disturbed their hearts. In those days, we were allies of the Xi-Xi Club, but today we are desolate and alone. Don't hate the dim moon, just because the moon is bright and round in my hometown. 𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾96 There are many birds in the secluded forest, and the dog barks and dreams. Liantang is homesick, remembering the soft heart. Go home and visit your relatives, and hurry through the frost. Even the cock crows, and the ox plows an acre. The morning glow reflects the guest's face, and the east and west neighbors welcome it. The rose in the half yard is red, and the smoke from the kitchen stoops. The door of the new building is open, and Huatang is full of vitality. 𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾96 Water is a natural color, and green waves are far away. The washerwoman by the stream is free at dusk. Rest at the shore stone, and the beautiful scenery will drive away the trouble.