Family love in poetry
1. Mother hands line, wandering clothing.
Before leaving, I am worried that I will return later.
Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring. (Meng Jiao: "Wandering Son's Song")
2. The beans are boiling and the beans are burning, and the beans are weeping in the cauldron.
They are born from the same roots, so there is no need to rush into conflict. (Cao Zhi: "Seven Steps Poetry")
3. When the mother-in-law heard that her daughter was coming, she went out to help the general;
The elder sister heard that the younger sister was coming, and she was responsible for the red makeup;
The younger brother heard that the younger sister was coming, sharpening his knife to the pigs and sheep. ("Mulan Ci")
4. The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city has deep spring vegetation.
I am moved to tears by the flowers in my heart, and I am frightened by the hatred of other birds.
The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold.
The white-headed scratches are shorter, and the lust is overwhelming. (Du Fu: "Spring Hope")
5. The garrison drum interrupts the pedestrian movement, and there is a sound of wild geese in the autumn.
The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.
My brothers are all scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death.
The letter sent was not delivered, but the troops did not stop. (Du Fu: "Remembering My Brother on a Moonlit Night")
6. The autumn wind is seen in Luoyang city, and the desire to write is full of inspiration.
I’m afraid I can’t say it all in a hurry, and the travelers have to open it again before leaving. (Zhang Ji: "Autumn Thoughts")
7. Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during the festive season.
I know from afar that my brothers have climbed to a high place, and there is one less person planting dogwood trees everywhere. (Wang Wei: "Remembering Shandong Brothers on September 9th")
8. It's the winter solstice in the Handan Posthouse, and the shadows in front of the lanterns hugging the knees accompany me.
I want to sit at home late at night and talk about people traveling far away. (Bai Juyi: "Handan Homesickness on Winter Solstice Night")
9. The child holds his clothes and asks: Why is it too late to return?
***Who fights for time and wins the hair on the sideburns? (Du Mu: "Going Home")
Nostalgia in Poetry
1. You come from your hometown, you should know the things in your hometown.
In front of the beautiful window tomorrow, will the winter plum blossoms bloom yet? (Wang Wei: "Miscellaneous Poems")
2. When the young man left home and his elder brother returned home, his local pronunciation remained unchanged and his hair on his temples faded.
Children who do not recognize each other laugh and ask where the guest is from (He Zhizhang: "Returning to Hometown")
3. The sound of the book outside the ridge is broken, and after winter comes spring again.
I am even more timid when I am close to my hometown and dare not ask anyone. (Song Zhiwen: "Crossing the Han River")
4. Traveling outside the green mountains, boating in front of the green water.
The tide is flat, the banks are wide, the wind is blowing and the sail is hanging.
Hai Ri is born and the night is over, and Jiang Chun people are in the old year.
Where can I reach the hometown book? Return to Yanluoyang. (Wang Wan: "Under Cibeigu Mountain")
5. I am only seven days old and have been away from home for two years.
When people return home after the wild geese, their thoughts are in front of the flowers. (Xue Daoheng: "People think about returning home every day")
6. There was bright moonlight in front of the bed, which was probably due to frost on the ground.
Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown. (Li Bai: "Thoughts on a Quiet Night")
7. The sound of someone's jade flute is flying quietly, spreading into the spring breeze and filling Luo City.
Hearing the broken willows in this nocturne, no one can forget the love of his hometown. (Li Bai: "Listening to the Flute in Luo City on a Spring Night")
8. It has been ten years since the guest house was in Bingzhou. When I return home, I remember Xianyang day and night.
I crossed the Sanggan River for no reason, but I thought Bingzhou was my hometown. (Liu Zao: "Lvci Shuofang")
9. The garrison drum interrupts the pedestrian movement, and there is a sound of wild geese in the autumn.
The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.
My brothers are all scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death.
The letter sent was not delivered, but the troops did not stop.
(Du Fu: "Remembering My Brother on a Moonlit Night")