Poems describing family warmth 1. Poems describing the warmth of the family
Qian (qiān) is a stranger to traffic, and the chicken and dog are familiar. Among them, men and women wear clothes (zhuó) and are known as strangers. They have yellow hair and enjoy it.
This is a family together.
A traveler's song
(Tang) Meng Jiao
The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son.
She mended it carefully and thoroughly, fearing that it would delay his time to go home.
But how much love there is in that inch-long grass, have you got three rays of spring?
Watching the moon on fifteen nights
Wang Jian
Bai Shu cheered in the atrium,
Silent wet osmanthus in Coody Leng.
Tonight, the moon is full of hope,
I wonder whose house Qiu Si belongs to.
Melancholy Qiu Si
Ji Zhang
Look at the autumn wind in Luoyang,
The writer's book is full of meaning.
I can't talk about it in a hurry
Pedestrians are coming and leaving.
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Autumn wind songs
-Liu Yuxi
Where is the autumn wind?
Xiao Xiao sent the goose.
Chao lai ru Shu ting,
Lonely guests smell first.
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Endless desire
Nalanxingde
A trip in the mountains, a trip in the water, we went to Guan Yu River, with bright lights at night. When the snow changes, the dream of hurting the heart of my hometown fails, and there is no such sound in my hometown.
Tianjin Sha Qiu Si
Dead vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, and old roads and thin horses. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
People miss home every day.
Xue Daoheng
Spring is only seven days away,
I have been away from home for two years.
When people return to the geese,
Thought precedes flowers.
2. A warm poem describing hometown
Money (qiān) is unfamiliar with traffic, and chickens and dogs are familiar with each other. Among them, men and women wear clothes (zhuó) and are familiar with others. They have yellow hair and enjoy it. This is a song (Tang ornaments) wandering with family. In the hands of a kind mother, Meng Jiao made clothes for her wayward son's body. She sewed them carefully and mended them thoroughly, fearing that it would delay him coming home late, but how much she loved inches of grass. Wang Jian's atrium looks at the moon for fifteen nights, crows are in white trees, and osmanthus in Coody Leng is silent and wet. Tonight, the moon is crowded with people. I don't know whose home Qiu Si is. Qiu Si, a native of Luoyang, wants a writer to write a meaningful book. He was too anxious to be afraid, and the pedestrians were about to leave again. -Where is Liu Yuxi's autumn wind? As soon as the wind blows, geese flock to the courtyard. Lonely guests are the first to hear about it. -One journey took place on Mount Dede in Nalanxing, Sauvignon Blanc, and the other took place on water. It's a thousand lights at night. The wind changed into snow, and the dream of breaking the hometown failed, and there was no such sound in my hometown. The sky is clear, the old vines in Qiu Si are faint crows, the bridges are flowing, and the ancient roads are thin horses in the west wind. The sun went down.
3. Warm poems describing the family
Home is everyone's safe haven; Home is everyone's spiritual sustenance; Home, let everyone find a warm feeling, and I am no exception. In our family, love is everywhere: love, caress, care and love. I live in this little house full of love. It was cold, and my mother added clothes to me. It's hot, my father shakes my fan; In the evening, every detail of my parents covering me with a quilt warms me!
2. Home is warm and sweet, which can relieve people's cold in winter and bring spiritual comfort to people.
3. What's at home? There are relatives at home. There is warmth. Have a good impression. Let us have our own blue sky, it is family. At home, who is our closest relative? It's mom and dad.
4. Home is a small nest where people can draw warmth and enjoy care. Home is also an area that needs responsibility and gratitude!
5, home is warm, it is the torch to convey love. Through warm and humid spring and cold winter, home will always be home, accommodating the world of love. I am the patron saint of this ocean of love.
6. Home is a warm harbor, which brings people a warm feeling; Home is the eternal shore, giving people the feeling of dreaming and caring.
7. Home is a warm harbor for wandering souls; Home is a big tree like an umbrella, which blocks the cool sunshine in summer; Home is a cool rain that blows away the tired dust; Home is always a stub for caring and cherishing happiness.
8. This is my home. Every brick and tile is made of love. The smile of my family has given me endless wealth, and the care of my family has given me endless strength. I firmly believe that as long as a person has his ideal home, plus hard work and diligence, the goal of success will be closer and closer to himself. Family is a warm harbor, how apt this metaphor is! I am very proud that I have this warm harbor.
4. What poems describe "the warmth of home"?
Du Fu in Jiangcun in Tang Dynasty
The clear river winds around the village, and everything in the village looks elegant in the long summer.
Since I left, I have come to Liang, and I am very close to seagulls in the water.
The old lady is using a chessboard, and the younger son is making a hook with an injection.
As long as some old friends give me some money, what do I ask?
The clear river winds through the village, and everything in the village looks elegant in the long summer. Swallows on the beam fly freely, and Bai Ou in the water approaches each other and accompanies each other. The old lady is drawing a chessboard with paper, and the younger son is tapping a needle to make a fish hook. What can I expect as long as an old friend gives me some money and food?
Appreciation: a seven-character metrical poem by Du Fu, a poet in Tang Dynasty. This poem was written in the summer of the first year of Shangyuan in Tang Suzong, and the thatched cottage where the author lived has just been built. The author wrote this poem to express his feelings and show a carefree mood. The first pair of couplets describes the environment, and the word "hug" is used skillfully, vividly describing the modality of the stream closely surrounding Jiangcun. Zhuan Xu wrote about the seclusion of the scenery: Swallows come and go, seagulls depend on each other, and the tranquility of the scenery in Jiangcun is vividly on the paper. Neck couplets write about personnel seclusion: the old wife draws a chessboard and the young son bends a needle to make a fish hook, each of which has its own fun, which leads to the state of mind that the tail couplets have nothing to ask for. The whole poem is rigorous in structure and fluent in language, which is quite interesting in life.
Bai Juyi's A Suggestion for Friend Liu in Tang Dynasty
There is a glimmer of green in the old bottle and a hint of red in the quiet stove.
With dusk and snow coming, how about a glass of wine?
1. Spring is the same in both places, which makes people homesick. -Bai Juyi's "Looking at the Station"
2. The wind changes into snow, and the dream of breaking the hometown fails, and there is no such sound in my hometown. -Nalan Xingde's Sauvignon Blanc
In the old society, Wang thanked Yan and flew into the homes of ordinary people. -Liu Yuxi's Wuyi Lane
4. My support is declining, and I am worried about learning to pray. -Li Ang's The Course of Self-improvement.
My hometown is far to the east, but I don't want to cry. I'll meet you immediately, without paper and pen. Please tell my family that I'm safe. -Cen Can is going to meet a messenger in the capital.
6. crossing the mulberry dry water for no reason, looking at Bingzhou is my hometown. -Liu Zao's "Journey to the North"
7. Where is the autumn wind? Xiao Xiao sent the goose. When the morning light enters the courtyard, lonely guests smell it first. -Liu Yuxi autumn introduction
8. Don't laugh at farm wine. There are enough chickens and dolphins in good years. -Lu You's Passing Old People's Village
9. Tian Jia has no neighbors and sits alone in a garden. -Lu, "Two Questions about Villa in the Spring Festival Evening"
10. The child held hands and asked, why don't you come back? * * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns? -Du Mu's "Going Home"
5. What are the poems about "warm home"?
The poems about "warm home" are:
1. The sound of a leaf, the sound of autumn, a little banana and a little sadness, after the third night of my dream. _ _ _ _ Xu Zaisi's Water Fairy Night Rain
People say that sunset is the end of the world. _ _ _ _ Li Gou's homesickness
3. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows you. _ _ _ _ Gao Shi's Two Biedongda Poems
4. The moon is already at sea and over the horizon. _ _ _ _ Zhang Jiuling's Full Moon Philip Burkart
On the green spring day, I started to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine. _ _ _ _ Du Fu's The Yellow River was Recovered by the Imperial Army.
He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! . _ _ _ _ Du Fu's Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night
7. Endless, longing for hometown. _ _ _ _ Zhang Jiuling's "Xijiang Night"
8. May people live for a long time, and thousands of miles are beautiful. _ _ _ _ Su Shi's Mid-Autumn Festival in Chen Bing
9. If relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other, a piece of ice heart is in the jade pot. _ _ _ _ Wang Changling "Breaking up with Xin Jian at Furong Inn"
10. The drooping leaves on foreign trees and the cold light of lonely lanterns at night. _ _ _ _ Ma Dai's "Autumn Chrysanthemum on Bashang"
1 1. Whose flute is flying in the dark and scattered in the spring breeze of Los Angeles. _ _ _ _ Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night/Smelling the flute in Luoyang on a Spring Night"
12. Spring breeze and green Jiang Nanan, when will the bright moon shine on me? _ _ _ _ Wang Anshi's "Dengguazhou"
13. Should Lingnan be bad? But this road. This peace of mind is my hometown. _ _ _ _ Su Shi's Youth Tour, South China Sea Belongs to Wang Dingguo.
14. Now, when I meet people near my village, I dare not ask a question. _ _ _ _ Song Wenzhi's Crossing the Han River
15. The wind changed into snow, and the dream of breaking the hometown failed. There was no such sound in the garden. _ _ _ _ Nalan Xingde's "Sauvignon Blanc, A Climbing Journey"
16. Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness. _ _ _ _ Du Fu's Hope for Spring
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6. What are the warm sentences that describe home?
Home is a gentle harbor, composed of several members.
One ring is linked with another, and families need to be unique to each other and try their best to operate. It is not easy to have a warm and happy harbor, because it requires someone to understand and forget to pay, to tolerate understanding and trust.
Otherwise, it is not a warm harbor, but a warm hodgepodge at best. This is a wonderful feeling. Every night, I look forward to the warmth of home. The warmth of childhood was given by my parents, and I look forward to the warmth of the future-I run my own business. I like the bland and faint warmth of happiness, mild lighting, warm house, delicious food on the dining table, peaceful tone and gentle eyes. Can you feel the warmth of such a beautiful and happy family? This is what I deeply feel.
The warm memories of my family have always been in my mind, and I sometimes think of the warmth of my family all the time. They made this family a happy family forever. That day, I suddenly wanted to eat fish, and I ran home after work. When I got home, the meal was ready.
I didn't tell my mother I was coming back in advance, so I didn't cook fish at night. After dinner, after a while, my mother suddenly brought me a plate of fish and said, "Just cooked it, eat it while it's hot."
My eyes widened. For a moment, I suspected that my mother was a magician. Then my parents watched me eat eight crucian carp, and they kept laughing. At that moment, I felt very happy, very happy? I will go to work the next day. Dad bought three big crucian carp early in the morning. He said, "Let your mother do it for you before going to work at noon." I laughed at my dad and laughed that he kept me as a cat. Really, I almost burst into tears.
Home is a nest where people can draw warmth and enjoy care, and it is also an area that needs responsibility and gratitude! A happy family life has brought me endless warmth. Sometimes after dinner at my house, my brother and I take out a box of flying chess for my parents to play with.
We ask for a color. We started to play, and each of us threw a plug. Sometimes my mother takes it off first, sometimes I take it off first, and my brother and father are very unhappy.
In the process of playing, sometimes we all "kill each other". You eat mine, I eat yours. Sometimes my brother cries loudly. Later, I still didn't eat my brother's chess pieces, and we lost money. Have you ever tried this kind of family warmth? This kind of family life gives me a feeling that the family is so warm.
In my family, there is the sound of chopsticks moving around every time I eat. This is not greed, but we help each other to eat more good things. This is the happiness of my family and brings a warm family. The warmth of family is what everyone wants, because everyone has a beautiful family, a happy family and a happy family.
Family is a quiet harbor with warm spring breeze and calm waves. The happiness of family needs us to advance side by side in the voyage of life forever.
In this way, we can be warm and happy forever. Home is a warm harbor, which gives people the feeling of "warmth, home is the eternal shore, and it gives people the feeling of".
The lingering dream and eternal concern.
7. What poems describe "family warmth"?
1, Qingjiang is a song that embraces the village. Everything in Changjiang Village is quiet.
Swallows on the beam fly freely, and blind dates in the water are similar and accompanied.
The old lady is using a chessboard, and the younger son is making a hook with an injection.
However, an old friend provides rice, what else can I ask for?
Said by: Tang Du Fu, a native of Jiangcun.
The clear river winds through the village, and everything in the village looks elegant in the long summer. Swallows on the beam fly freely, and Bai Ou in the water approaches each other and accompanies each other. The old lady is drawing a chessboard with paper, and the younger son is tapping a needle to make a fish hook. What can I expect as long as an old friend gives me some money and food?
The eaves are low and small, and the streams are covered with green grass.
Drunk Wu local drunk, gentle voice, white-haired old man who is it?
The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages.
My favorite is my youngest son, who is lying in the grass, peeling the lotus just picked.
From: Songxin Grade 7, Qingpingle Village Residence.
The eaves of the hut are low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass. Wu dialect, slightly drunk, sounds gentle and beautiful. Whose is that old man with white hair? The eldest son hoes beans, and the second son is busy knitting chicken coops. My favorite is the rogue's youngest son, who is lying on the grass at the head of the stream, peeling off newly picked lotus flowers.
3. When you go out during the day, you are numb at night, and the children in the village are in charge.
Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
From: Song Fan Chengda's Miscellaneous Seven in Summer Village.
Weeding in the fields during the day and rubbing hemp thread at home at night, both men and women in the village have their own household affairs. Although the children can't plow and weave, they have learned to grow melons in the shade of mulberry trees.
I love my son endlessly, and I am glad to be home.
Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains.
If you encounter pity, you will ask for it.
I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.
From: Qingjiang Shiquan arrived home at the end of the year.
A mother's love for her children is endless. How happy my mother is to go home during the Spring Festival. She is sewing a cotton-padded coat for me. The needle and thread are tight. The letter I sent home has just arrived, and the ink is still wet. As soon as I met my mother, she said affectionately that I had lost weight and repeatedly asked me if I was suffering outside. I bowed my head in shame and dared not tell her about my wandering.
5, don't laugh at the farmer's wax wine, keep the customer chickens and dolphins in good years.
There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay.
The day of playing flute and drums is approaching, and the villagers are still dressed simply.
In the future, if you can go out in the moonlight, I will knock on your door at any time with my cane.
From: Song "Shanxi Village Tour".
Don't laugh at the muddy wine brewed in the twelfth lunar month. There are many dishes for guests to enjoy on Fengshou Island. The mountains overlap and the water twists and turns. I'm afraid there is no way out. Suddenly, a mountain village appeared in front of me. The day of playing flute and drum in the Spring Festival Club is coming. The villagers are dressed simply and still retain the ancient customs. In the future, if I can go out for a walk in the bright moonlight, I will definitely knock on your door at any time with a cane.