Second, thousands of miles into the river is like practicing, and the peaks are like clusters. -Wang Anshi's "Gui Zhi Xiang, See the Eyes on the Board"
Third, it draws a sigh from the person who hears it, which makes a wanderer's eyes full of homesick tears ... —— Li Wei's Listening to An Wanshan Playing the Reed Flute.
Four, twelve withered, 1000 miles from her home. -Wang Tingjun's "Wu Fengqi, weeping willows, thinning moss"
I can complain about Wang Sun, but I don't remember going home early. -Mei's "Su Mu Fu Cao"
Six, the dish is full of sauce, and the song is mixed. -Sima Guang's "Send Zhang Fu Shun Jian"
Shui Yi Jiangcheng has a long way to go. -Lu You's Nanxiangzi, Dream for Wu Qiang.
Eight, I don't know where to play the flute, and I want to look forward to my hometown all night. -Li Yi's "Listening to the flute at night on the wall of the township"
Nine, nostalgic empty songs and flute fu, going to the countryside is like a rotten ke. -Liu Yuxi's "Yangzhou First Meeting to Enjoy Lotte"
Ten, the hotel can only send empty books back to their hometown after the residual wax. -Wang Jian's "Wei Yang sends the curtain at the end of winter"
Eleven, the book is as affectionate as ever, and the morning is gloomy and happy. -Yu Qian "Reading"
Twelve, you people from my old country, tell me what happened there! . -Wang Wei's Three Miscellaneous Poems
Thirteen years old, now, near my village, I meet people, and I dare not ask a question. -Song Wenzhi "Crossing the Han River"
Fourteen, her face! Can you imagine the spring wind? Huan Peikong's soul returned to jathyapple. -Du Fu's Five Poems on Epics
Fifteen, the hometown is really worthy of love, and time can be light. -Bai Juyi's Ten Rhymes of Luoqiao Cold Food Festival
Sixteen, the storm comes at night, and the spring return seems to want to keep people. -Xin Qiji's "Shangxiping, Send Du"
17. Wolong and Pegasus are not generals now. They are dust, be quiet for a while, oh, the noise of the world ...-Du Fu's Pavilion Night
Eighteen, the east wind is getting green, the geese have returned, and people have not returned to the south. -Be careful of "high balcony, send Chen Junheng to call"
Nineteen, just returned, Nanshan is still green. -Pan Baixi's "Great Nine Days"
Twenty, because the Yangtze River can't be managed, the river is endless. -Cat "Nian Nujiao Deng Duo Lou Jing"
Twenty-one, the porch is as inherent as it has been for thousands of years. -Liu Ji's "Title Taigong Fishing Guard Map"
Twenty-two, it is expected that the peaches and plums in my hometown will also blame the romantic. -Zhao Chong's "Qing Ping Le Huai Ren"
Twenty-three, where is the hometown in the northwest, and the moon in the southeast. -Bai Juyi's "Looking at the Moon in the Pavilion on the 15th of August"
Twenty-four, a cup of restaurant in Wan Li, no joy, no plan. -Fan Zhongyan's "The Fisherman's Pride Qiu Si"
Twenty-five, redder and fresher, not round, cherry. -Zheng Xie's "Man Jiang Hong Xiang Jia"
Twenty-six, people who travel from south to north are getting old. -Wang Tingjun's "Wu Fengqi, weeping willows, thinning moss"
Twenty-seven, the sword is cold, the night is strong, and it is another country. -Zhang Kejiu's "People Fang Ting, Guest for Nine Days"
Twenty-eight, listening to the rain on the boat in the prime of life. -Jie Jiang's "Yu Meiren Listening to the Rain"
Twenty-nine, a young man left his hometown and returned to his hometown, but his local accent did not change. -What's "Two Hometown Couplets"
Thirty, the border town moved in spring, and the guests missed their hometown. -He Xun's "Border Town Thinking"
Thirty-one, transfer money and go far, go to heaven and go to heaven. -Du Fu's Two Poems by jathyapple on August 15th.
32. I don't want to look back at my hometown until I have collected all the land in the world. -Linghu Chu's "Four Teenagers, Its"
Thirty-three, it is difficult to return to the countryside. -Jiang Nv's "Minus Magnolia Title Xiongzhou Post"
Thirty-four, hometown * * * action Jinhua wine, Wan Li sorrow swan goose day. -Lu's Travel Notes of Xuanwu Mountain on September 9th.
Thirty-five, there is no dream on the pillow, and the cold is getting longer. -Lv Benzhong's "Nan Gezi invades the oblique moon all the way"
Thirty-six, only the mirror lake in front of the door, the spring breeze does not change the old waves. -What's "Two Hometown Couplets"
Thirty-seven, Guanshan is surrounded by mountains, and my hometown is thousands of miles away. -Liu Chang's "interrogation"
Thirty-eight, the motherland can't help but sink and fall, and come overseas to find friends. -Qiu Jin's "Partridge Days, Motherland's Ups and Downs"
39. Where is the old salt? My destiny should be in Xing Wu. -Chen Ke's "Linjiang Fairy Four Seas for Ten Years"
Forty years old, Feng is going home, and there is no fish to eat. Zhou does not think that bowing to the nobles is satisfaction. -Li Bai's "The State of Qi is Difficult to Walk"
41. Many sick people have no food, and Wan Li has never been back to his hometown. -Liu Lun's Every Sick Soldier
Forty-two, the ark is extremely safe, it is difficult to leave missing! Lonely geese fly south, and the president mourns. -Cao Zhi's Six Miscellaneous Poems
Forty-three, Jiangnan naturally leaves sorrow and loves the ancient road. -Wang, "High Balcony and Zhou Caochuang Send Friends"
Forty-four, returning to the wild goose, tired of homesickness. -Zhang Kejiu's "Nine-Day Laurel Award"
Forty-five, the sea people live in the sea and have no home, and the pearl picking service is like years old. -Wang Jian's Ballad of the Sea People
Forty-six, the sunset journey is far away, disappointed with the ancient city. -Li Baiyao "Climbing the Ancient City in Autumn Night"
47. At the beginning of the law, one mountain was better than the other. -Liu Kezhuang's "Man Jianghong and Wang Shizhi rhyme Zheng Bochang"
48. The child was surprised to see that, but asked where his hometown was. -Yin Dragon Boat Festival in the same state
Only a wanderer can feel the shock of beauty. -Du Fu's "Looking at Lu Cheng's Spring Tour in Jinling"
Fifty, the guest goes to the wild field and the house is closed. -Yao He's Zhuang Juye
Fifty-one, the town is homesick, lonely and diligent in Du Yu. -Wang Lan's "Nian Nujiao, Avoiding the Land and Manhe to the New Pavilion"
Fifty-two, September 9, overlooking the mountains and rivers, returning home and looking at the wind and smoke. -Lu's Travel Notes of Xuanwu Mountain on September 9th.
Fifty-four, bonfire Christmas Eve, dreaming back to my hometown mountain. -Choi Woo-shik's "Shuidiao Song Tou Jian Ge"
Fifty-five, the dream of going home is broken in the sunset. -Wu Wenying's Wu Fengqi Chen Jia Tanabata.
Fifty-six, the geese fall cold and the reeds are deep. -Zhang's "He Xinlang sends Prime Minister Li"
Nostalgia poetry
Nostalgia poetry
1. Being a stranger alone in a foreign land, I miss my family twice every festive season. -Wang Wei
2. The solitary sail is far away from the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River flows in the sky. -Li Bai
Know yourself in the sea, and heaven is still our neighbor. Bo Wang
Every winter on the solstice in Handan, there is a lamp holding my knees with me. If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers.
5. Jing' an House is a window willow, looking at the flowers before the post. The spring scenery in the two places is the same day, and people are homesick.
6. Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home. -Li Bai
7. You come from my old country. Tell me what happened there! . When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? (Wang Wei's miscellaneous poems)
8. 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. ... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. (Wang Wan's "A Stop at the foot of Beibao Mountain")
9. 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 Bing is my hometown. (Liu Zao's "Journey to the North")
10. The ridge vulva is sparse, winter is winter, and spring is spring. 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
1 1. Nanpu is sad, and the west wind is blowing in autumn. At the sight of heartbroken, I dare not look back.
12. Oh, ask this river that flows eastward, whether it can go further than the love of friends! ? -Li Bai
13. I advise you to have a glass of wine and go out for a journey to the west for no reason. -Wang Wei
14. People have only been away from home for seven days in spring. 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's "Every Day Someone Homesick"
15. Where to sail under the sun curtain, the horizon will break people's intestines. -Meng Haoran
16. Teenagers leave home, old people return, and the local accent does not change. Where do children come from when they meet strangers? "He Zhang's" Homecoming Book "
17. A vagrant heard the drums indicating the battle, and a wild goose sang 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.
18. Whose rain flute flies in the dark, and the spring breeze permeates Los Angeles. In this nocturne, everyone can't remember the national conditions. (Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night")
19. 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's "Silent Night Thinking"
20. I wish people a long life, and thousands of miles are beautiful. -Su Shi
Nostalgia poetry
Nostalgia poetry
1. I advise you to have a glass of wine. There is no reason for the west not to go out. -Wang Wei
People have been away from home for two years since only seven days in spring. 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's "Homecoming")
Where the sun sails, the horizon breaks people's intestines. -Meng Haoran
4. I left home when I was young, and my local accent has not changed. Where do children come from when they meet strangers? "He Zhang's" Homecoming Book "
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.
6. Whose rain flute flies in the dark, and the spring breeze permeates Los Angeles. In this nocturne, everyone can't remember the national conditions. (Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night")
7. The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is it frosty already? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. (Li Bai's Silent Night Thinking)
8. May people live for a long time, and thousands of miles are beautiful. -Su Shi
9. A person who is a stranger in a foreign land misses his relatives during holidays. -Wang Wei
10. The solitary sail is far away from the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River flows in the sky. -Li Bai
1 1. Know yourself in the sea, and heaven is still our neighbor. Bo Wang
12. Every winter from the solstice, I hold my knees in front of the lamp. If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers.
13. Jing 'an House is a window willow. The spring scenery in the two places is the same day, and people are homesick.
14. Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank again, and I suddenly remembered home. -Li Bai
15. You come from my old country. Tell me what happened there! . When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? (Wang Wei's miscellaneous poems)
16. Under the blue mountain, we meandered forward, and my boat and I followed the green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail. ... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. (Wang Wan's "A Stop at the foot of Beibao Mountain")
17. It's ten frost in Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night. For no reason, I crossed the mulberry river, but I hope that Bing is my hometown. (Liu Zao's "Journey to the North")
18. The ridge vulva is sparse, winter is winter, and spring is spring. 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
19. Nanpu is sad, and the west wind is autumn. At the sight of heartbroken, I dare not look back.
20. Oh, ask this river flowing eastward, whether it can go further than the love of friends! ? -Li Bai
Good sentences about homesickness
It is raining in Mao Mao outside the window; Tonight, the wind is knocking on my window lattice again, and my homesickness is like a soaked seed, expanding for no reason. The dream of wandering for many days vaguely climbed the winding path in the village.
Who is it that plays homesick music on the flute in the moonlight night, and the sad tune inadvertently fills the wasteland in my heart; Who reads that homesick ancient poem every night? Sad and plain lines, dripping with endless and quiet homesickness. I used to think that in this strange city, I was used to the life of eight to five. In the days of disappointment, the mountains and rivers in my hometown have gradually drifted away. When I suddenly look back, I find that I am sealed in my heart, and I realize that I am a flying kite, no matter where I am.
A rain wet all my memories, homesickness is like a garden full of leeks; Long cut; It is long and short. Everything in my hometown flashed in my memory. My thoughts are like fish swimming in my lonely heart. I was once addicted to the disappointment of life. However, my hometown's mountains and rivers, simple family and unchanging posture have faded into a poem without words, a poem with Kubinashi rhyme. My soul has already floated out and returned to my hometown through Qian Shan.
When the geese flying south can no longer be seen in the air, when the leaves on the buttonwood are yellow and blue, my unchanging homesickness is playing leisurely, just like the flute in Qingyuan, my hometown. Another example is Li Houzhu's "hate like grass, and live further".