2. When a person is a stranger in a foreign land, he misses his family more often during the festive season. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. (Tang: "Shanju Holiday Thinking of Shandong Brothers")
Every winter solstice, I am accompanied by the shadow in front of the knee-hugging lamp. If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers. (Tang Bai Juyi: "Homesickness on a Winter Night in Handan")
4, the child led the clothes and asked: Why don't you come back? * * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns? (Don "Going Home")
5, Xian Yi, young and old, left home, the local accent has not changed. Where do children come from when they meet strangers? (Tang He Zhang Zhi: Homecoming Book)
6. Leave the mountain to rest, winter will come, and spring will come. The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home. ("Early Tang and Song Wen Zhi: Crossing the Han River")
Under the blue mountain, we wound our way, and my boat and I walked along the green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail. ... the night now gives way to the ocean of the sun, and Jiang Chunren was in the old year. I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. (Don Wang Wan: "The next berth on the North Fort Mountain")
8. Humayi north wind, crossing the south branch of the Bird's Nest. -"Nineteen Ancient Poems Travel and Travel")
9. Being a parent is the best in the world; Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world. -("aphorisms")
10, I advise you to drink one more glass of wine and go out of Yangguan for no reason. -(Tang Wang Wei's "Cheng Wei Qu")
1 1, there is such bright light at the foot of my bed. Could there be frost already? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. -(Tang Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night)
12, teenagers leave home and return home, and the local accent does not change. -(Homecoming Book by Tang and Zhang Zhi)
13, my mother is one hundred years old and often reads eighty children. -("Song of Filial Piety")
14, parents are highly respected; Give children a good education. -("epigram couplet")
15, where is your hometown? Forget it unless you're drunk. -(Song Qingzhao's Bodhisattva Man)
16, the mother said that the child was lying dry and the mother was asleep and wet. -("Song of Filial Piety")
17, when the master instrument is hung, the tube is bright, and Wusu stays at the static night platform. -("aphorisms")
18, the moon is bright tonight. I wonder who Qiu Si will fall into. -(Don Wang Jian's "Fifteen nights full moon to send Du Langzhong")
19, elegy can be crying, and angelica can be in the distance. -(Han Yuefu folk song "Elegy")
Please write two poems about love.
1, it's easier to see when you're away. The water has come out in spring, and this is heaven and earth. -Li Yu
The prodigal son respects his loving mother and doesn't feel cold. -"Song of Persuading Filial Piety"
3. Humayi north wind, south branch of Bird's Nest. -Nineteen ancient poems "Walking and Re-walking"
4. There is no virtuous father and brother in life, and there is no strict teacher and friend outside, and success is rare. Lv Gong.
5. The baby is heavy in October, and the reward is light in the third year. -"Song of Persuading Filial Piety"
6. Take care of me and reply to me. -The Book of Songs
7. What should I do without my father and mother? -The Book of Songs
8. I was in Meng Mu yesterday. I chose a neighbor. In Mencius' laziness, she cut the cloth. -"Saint Amethyst"
9. after people return to geese, they think about flowers. Xue Daoheng
10, it's parting if you don't stop cutting. It's not just the general taste. -Li Yu
1 1. I advise you to drink one more glass of wine. There's no reason to go out. -Wang Wei
12, thread in loving mother's hand, making clothes for wayward boy's body. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? -Meng Jiao
13 but an inch of grass has a few feelings, and it is rewarded with three spring rays. -Meng Jiao
14, parents do whatever they want, I will continue to describe; I cherish the thoughts of those parents. -"aphorisms are interlocking"
15, the last time we met in the flowers, we parted in the flowers, and it has been one year in bloom today. -Wei
16, people see that it is good to have boys and girls, but they don't know that men and women will make people old. -Wang Jian
17, I passed, Yangliu is Yiyi; The road is muddy and difficult to walk, and people are thirsty and hungry. -"The Book of Songs Xiaoya and Cai Wei"
18, the candle has a heart to say goodbye and tears for others until dawn. -Du Mu
19, being a parent is the best in the world; Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world. -"aphorisms are interlocking"
20. Everyone gradually feels strange in the local accent, but they hate the old mountain warbler. -Sikongtu
3. Poems about love. Emotion in ancient poetry
1. Thread in the hands of a kind-hearted mother, making clothes for her wayward son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? (Meng Jiao: "Wanderer")
2. Boil beans and burn beans, and the beans will cry in the pot.
We are born from the same root, so why should we speculate with each other? (Cao Zhi: "Seven Steps Poetry")
3. My parents heard that the woman came and went out to help each other;
As soon as Sister A heard that Sister Mei was coming, she had to cut her red makeup.
When I heard my sister coming, I sharpened my knife at pigs and sheep. ("Mulan Ci")
Although a country is divided, the mountains and rivers remain forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back.
Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.
The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.
Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin. (Du Fu: Hope in Spring)
5. A vagrant heard the drums that predicted the battle, and a wild goose rang in autumn.
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.
Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop. (Du Fu: "Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night")
6. Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang, I want to write a book.
When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him. (Zhang Ji: "Qiu Si")
7. A stranger in a foreign land misses his relatives during holidays.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. (Wang Wei: vacationing in the mountains reminds me of my brothers in Shandong)
8. Every winter solstice in Handan, I always have a knee lamp.
If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers. (Bai Juyi: "The Solstice of Winter in Handan" misses home at night)
9. The child took the clothes and asked: Why don't you come back?
* * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns? (Du Mu: "Going Home")
Nostalgia in Poetry
1. You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! .
When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? (Wang Wei: "Miscellaneous Poems")
2. I left home when I was young, and my local accent has not changed.
Where do children come from when they meet strangers? (He Zhangzhi: Homecoming Book)
3. Leave the mountain to rest, winter will come, and spring will come.
The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home. (Song Wenzhi, "Crossing the Han River")
Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water.
Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.
... the night now gives way to the ocean of the sun, and Jiang Chunren was in the old year.
I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. (Wang Wan: a berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain)
It's only seven days in spring and two years away from home.
The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom. (Xue Daoheng: "People are homesick every day")
6. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? .
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. (Li Bai: "Silent Night Thinking")
7. Whose rain flute flies in the dark, and the spring breeze permeates Los Angeles.
In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick. (Li Bai: The Flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night)
8. It has been ten frosts in Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night.
For no reason, I crossed the mulberry river, but I hope that Bingzhou is my hometown. (Liu Zao: "Journey to the North")
9. A vagrant hears drums that indicate fighting, and a wild goose rings in autumn.
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.
Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop. (Du Fu: "Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night")
4. Poems about family, two sentences from Meng Jiao in Wanderer.
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
Cao Zhi's Seven-step Poems
Boil beans and burn beans, and the beans cry in the pot.
We are born from the same root, so why should we speculate with each other?
Mulan's ballads
Hearing the news of my daughter, I went out to help Guo;
As soon as Sister A heard that Sister Mei was coming, she had to cut her red makeup.
When I heard my sister coming, I sharpened my knife at pigs and sheep.
Du Fu in Hope in Spring
Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested.
Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.
The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.
Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.
Du Fu
The drums of the defenders cut off people's communication, and a lonely goose was singing in autumn in the frontier.
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.
Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.
Zhang Ji of Qiu Si
The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city, and my wandering son doesn't know how his relatives in his hometown are; Writing a letter to peace has too much to say and I don't know where to start.
When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him.
Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my brother in Shandong, Wang Wei.
I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
Bai Juyi, thinking about the winter solstice in Handan at night.
Every winter solstice, I am accompanied by the shadow in front of the knee lamp.
If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers.
Du Mu, Home
The child took the clothes and asked, Why don't you come back?
* * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns?
Nostalgia in Poetry
1. You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! .
When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? (Wang Wei: "Miscellaneous Poems")
2. I left home when I was young, and my local accent has not changed.
Where do children come from when they meet strangers? (He Zhangzhi: Homecoming Book)
3. Leave the mountain to rest, winter will come, and spring will come.
The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home. (Song Wenzhi, "Crossing the Han River")
Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water.
Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.
... the night now gives way to the ocean of the sun, and Jiang Chunren was in the old year.
I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. (Wang Wan: a berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain)
It's only seven days in spring and two years away from home.
The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom. (Xue Daoheng: "People are homesick every day")
6. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? .
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. (Li Bai: "Silent Night Thinking")
7. Whose rain flute flies in the dark, and the spring breeze permeates Los Angeles.
In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick. (Li Bai: The Flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night)
8. It has been ten frosts in Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night.
For no reason, I crossed the mulberry river, but I hope that Bingzhou is my hometown. (Liu Zao: "Journey to the North")
9. A vagrant hears drums that indicate fighting, and a wild goose rings in autumn.
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.
Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop. (Du Fu: "Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night")
5. Poems about affection 1. Wandering songs
Author Meng Jiao, Tang Dynasty.
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
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A loving mother makes clothes for her long-distance son with a needle and thread in her hand. Before leaving, he sewed a needle tightly for fear that his son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a child's filial piety as weak as grass can repay the kindness of such a loving mother as Chunhui Puze?
Secondly, I remembered my brother in Shandong when I was on holiday in the mountains.
Author Wang Wei, Tang Dynasty
I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
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Being alone is always a bit bleak, and I miss my distant relatives every time I go to the Double Ninth Festival. Far away, I feel sorry for myself when I think of my brothers climbing high with dogwood.
Third, when will there be a bright moon?
Author Su Shi, Song Dynasty
Chen Bing Mid-Autumn Festival, happily drank the next morning, drunk, wrote this word, and missed my brother Su Zhe.
When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade. Dance to find out what shadows look like on the earth.
The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
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On the Mid-Autumn Festival in Chen Bing, I drank happily until the next morning, got drunk, wrote this word, and missed my brother Su Zhe. When did the bright moon begin to appear? I raised my glass and asked the distant sky. I don't know the date of the palace in heaven. I want to ride the breeze back to the sky, but I'm afraid that the buildings built by Meiyu can't stand the cold of nine days.
Dancing under the moon and enjoying the clear shadows is not like on the earth. The moon revolves around the scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. Mingyue shouldn't have any resentment against people, should she? Why is it round when people are gone?
People have joys and sorrows, and the moon changes from sunny to sunny. This kind of thing has been difficult to be comprehensive since ancient times. I only hope that all the relatives in this world can be safe and healthy, and even if they are thousands of miles apart, they can enjoy this beautiful moonlight.
Four, ah, mom
Author Shu Ting Dynasty Modern
Your pale fingertips touched my temple, and I couldn't help grabbing your skirt as I did when I was a child.
Oh, mother, in order to keep you drifting away, although the morning light has cut the dream into smoke, I still dare not open my eyes for a long time.
I still cherish that bright red scarf, for fear that washing it will make it lose your unique warmth.
Oh, mother, the running water of the years is as ruthless, for fear that the memory will fade. How dare I open its screen easily?
I cried to you for a thorn, and now I dare not moan with a crown of thorns.
Oh, mom, I often look up at your photos sadly. Even if the call can penetrate the loess, how dare I disturb your sleep?
I dare not show the sacrifice of love in this way, although I have written many songs, for flowers, for the sea and for the dawn.
Oh, mother, my sweet and deep memory is not a torrent or a waterfall, but a dry well that can't sing under the shade of flowers and trees.
Verb (abbreviation of verb) "Song of Persuading Filial Piety"
Author Xu Xi Qing Dynasty
The baby is underage and was pregnant with his mother's stomach in 10. Longing for mother's blood, longing for mother's meat.
The baby will be born and the mother will be in prison. I'm afraid I'll become a ghost after giving birth.
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Before a child becomes a baby, it needs to be conceived in the mother's womb for ten months. Eat your mother's meat when you are hungry and drink your mother's blood when you are thirsty.
At the moment when the child is about to give birth, the mother seems to spend time in prison. I'm afraid of having children, and I'm afraid that I and my children will suffer disasters because of unsatisfactory production.
6. Family Poems: The feelings of husband and wife's missing: When * * * cuts the bamboo at the west window, it kills time in the dim rain-Li Shangyin's Notes to Friends in the North on a Rainy Night.
It was a long time ago that I met her, and it was a long time ago that I broke up. The east wind rises and flowers fall-Li Shangyin is untitled.
After all, there is nothing, twilight is full of water, heartbroken to Baipingzhou-the article "Looking at Jiangnan"
Don't get lost in the Tao, the curtain rolls up the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers —— Li Qingzhao's Drunk Flowers.
Homesickness of a Wanderer: Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer (the poem is too long, so I won't fight)
When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world —— Ma Zhiyuan's Jing Tian Sha Qiu Si
But I look to my hometown, and the twilight is getting thicker, and the mist of sadness is filled on the river waves-the Yellow Crane Tower written by Ho Choi.
Finally, I can send my messenger, the wild goose, home to one of Luoyang-Wang Wan and park at the foot of Beibao Mountain.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it. -Li Shangyin's "Jinse"
How many lovesickness one-night stands are there? The ends of the earth are not long. -Zhang's Swallow House
7. Ask four poems about affection 1. A loving mother's arm is made of love. How can a child sleep there without sweetness? (Hugo)
Family should be a palace full of love, joy and laughter. (Kimura Kuiyi, Early Education and Genius)
In a good family, gentle language is absolutely indispensable. (Manu code in India)
It's better to be a tough guy if you have money at home. (Qian Daxin's Constant Yan Lu)
5. Strict family style and harmonious family; Living in the countryside is tolerant, and the countryside is harmonious. (Wang Yu's Banana Window Diary)
6. Family is a social invention, and its task is to transform biological people into social people. (The Goodes)
7. Brothers love their friends, but they respect and obey. (Twenty-six Years of Zuo Gong)
8. Family education combines leniency with severity, and family members are safe all their lives. (Lu Desheng, Children's Language)
The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? (Meng Jiao)
10. Home is the only place in the world where human shortcomings and failures are hidden, as well as sweet love. (Bernard Shaw)