Ancient poems that express homesickness, urgently need 5, thank you!

One sycamore leaf and one autumn leaf, one bit of banana and one bit of sorrow, three nights returning to dream three nights later. --Gao Shi, "Farewell to Dong Da, Two Songs"

There is a bright moon on the sea, and the sky is at the end of the world*** at this time. --Zhang Jiuling, "Looking at the Moon and Remembering the Distance"

You can't see the sky for long, and you can't help feeling for your hometown. --Li Mi's "Thoughts of the Countryside"

The dew is white from tonight, and the moon is bright in the hometown. --Ma Dai, "Autumn Residence at Ba"

But I wish for a long life, a thousand miles of ****chan. --Su Shi, "The Song of Water" (水调歌头-丙辰中秋)

洛阳亲友如相问，一片冰心在玉壶。 --Wang Changling, "Sending Xin Jian from Hibiscus Tower"

It is even more timid to be near the hometown, and I dare not ask the people who are coming. --Li Bai (李白)《春夜洛城闻笛》//p>

春风又绿江南岸，明月何时照我還？ --Wang Anshi, "Mooring the Boat at Guazhou"

Wind and snow are the same, and the dreams of the countryside are shattered, but there is no such sound in the homeland. --He Zhizhang, "Two Songs on Returning to the Countryside - One of Them"

The flower splashes with tears when I feel the time, and the bird frightens me when I hate to say goodbye. --He Zhizhang, "Two Songs on the Occasional Book of Returning to the Hometown"

A call for a return to the bowels is broken, and the memory of Samba in March of the third spring is broken. --Li Bai, "Seeing the Azalea in Xuancheng / Zi Gui"

When I heard the broken willow in the song this night, I was sorry for the love of the old garden. --Li Bai, "Spring Night in Luocheng" (春夜洛城闻笛) / "Spring Night in Luoyang" (春夜洛阳城闻笛)

Only the water of the mirror in front of the door is lake water, and the spring breeze does not change the waves of the old days. --Lu Lun, "Spring Hope in Chang'an"

Trying to ask Lingnan should not be good. But it is said. The place where my heart is at ease is my hometown. --Lu You, "The Spring Rain at Lin'an"

Lifting a cup to invite the moon, the shadow becomes three people. --Li Bai, "Four Songs of Drinking Alone Under the Moon - One of Them"