Poems about going home 1. Poems about going home
1. you who have come from my old country.
tell me what has happened there!. Was the plum, when you passed my silken window, is the cold plum blooming? (Wang Wei's Miscellaneous Poems) 2. When a young man leaves home, the old man returns, and the local accent has not changed.
Where do children come from when they meet strangers? "He Zhizhang's" Hometown Couplet Book ") 3. The book is broken outside the ridge, winter after winter, spring after spring. The more I approached my hometown, the more timid I was, and I dared not inquire about the people who came from the house.
Song Zhiwen's Crossing the Han River) 4. under blue mountains we wound our way, my boat and I, along green water. Until the banks at low tide widened, with no wind stirring my lone sail.
...Night now yields to a sea of sun, and the old year melts in freshets. At last I can send my messengers, wildgeese, homing to Loyang.
(Wang Wan's a mooring under north fort hill) 5. People are only seven days old in spring and have been away from home for two years. The days of returning home are behind the birds returning to the earth, but the idea of going home is there before the spring flowers are open.
(Xue Daoheng's Homecoming) 6. so bright a gleam on the foot of my bed, could there have been a frost already?. I raise my head to gaze at the moon, Lowering my head, my nostalgia comes around.
(Li Bai's thoughts on a quiet night.
2. Poems about going home
1. It has been ten frosts in the guest house and Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night.
Journey to the North in Tang Dynasty: Liu Zao Translation: It has been ten years since I left my hometown, and my returning heart misses my hometown Xianyang every day. 2. at last I can send my messengers? Wildgeese, homing to Loyang.
"a mooring under north fort hill" Tang Dynasty: Wang Wan Translation: I don't know when the letter from home will arrive. I hope the geese returning to the north will take it to Luoyang. 3, young and old, leaving home, the local accent has not changed.
When children meet strangers, they smile and ask where the guests come from. I left my hometown when I was young and didn't come back until my twilight years.
although my local accent has not changed, the hair on my sideburns has been scattered. None of the children knew me when they saw me.
They smiled and asked: Where did this guest come from? 4, this nocturne smells of folding willows, who can't afford the nostalgia. Smell the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night Tang Dynasty: Li Bai Translation: In tonight's music, who will not feel homesick because of hearing the "Broken Willow" in his hometown? 5. they say that wildgeese, flying southward, here turn back, this very month.
shall my own southward journey, ever be retraced, I wonder?. Inscribed on the wall of an inn north of dayu mountain Tang Dynasty: In October of the lunar calendar in Song Zhiwen, geese began to fly south. It is said that when they flew to Dayuling, they all turned back.
The birds don't enter, but I have traveled far and wide in Lingnan. I really don't know when and when I will be forgiven. .
3. What are the poems about "going home"
1. you who have come from my old country, tell me what has happened there!.
-Wang Wei's Miscellaneous Poems 2. When a young boy leaves home, the old man returns, and the local accent has not changed. -He Zhizhang's "Homecoming Book" 3, now, nearing my village, meeting people, I dare not ask a single question.
—— Song Zhiwen's Crossing the Han River 4. under blue mountains we wound our way, my boat and I, along green water. -Wang Wan's "a mooring under north fort hill" 5. After people return to the wild goose, they think before the flowers.
—— Xue Daoheng's "Homecoming" 6. lifting myself to look, I found that it was moonlight, sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home. -Li Bai's "Silent Night Thinking" 7. Whose Yu Di is flying in the dark, and the spring breeze is full of Los Angeles.
-Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night" 8. It has been ten frosts in the guest house, and I miss Xianyang day and night. -Liu Zao's "Journey to the North" 9. When you look at the intestines, you can't go back.
-Bai Juyi's Nanpu Bie 1. If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about people who travel far away. -Bai Juyi's "Homesickness at Night on the Winter Solstice" 11. The two spring scenery will be completed on the same day, and people will miss home.
-Bai Juyi's "Looking at the Post Station" 12. I turned to my hometown because I was bored, and my dream of returning home became longer. -Chen Zhu's "Going Home" 13, at last I can send my messengers, wildgeese, homing to Loyang.
-Wang Wan's "a mooring under north fort hill" 14. The two places have the same spring scenery, and people miss each other and miss home. -Bai Juyi's "Looking at the Post Station" 15. When children meet strangers, where do they come from? -He Zhizhang's Homecoming Book.
4. Poems describing the feelings of returning home
1. People have only been in spring for seven days and have been away from home for two years. The days of returning home are behind the birds returning to the earth, but the idea of going home is there before the spring flowers are open. -Southern and Northern Dynasties. Xue Daoheng's Homecoming in the Day
Translation: It has been seven days since spring, and it has been two years since I left home. The day of going home will fall behind the geese flying north in the spring, but the idea of going home existed before the spring flowers opened.
2. Every winter solstice in Handan Post, I am accompanied by a knee-hugging lamp. If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers. -don Bai Juyi's
When I lived in Handan Inn, it happened to be the Winter Solstice Festival. I sat in front of the lamp with my knees in my arms, and only shadows accompanied me. I believe that my family members will get together late at night today, and they should also talk about me as a traveler.
3. When the young leave home, the old will return, and the local accent will not change. Where do children come from when they meet strangers? I left my hometown when I was young and didn't come back until my twilight years. Although my local accent has not changed, the hair on my sideburns has been sparse. None of the children knew me when they saw me. They smiled and asked, Where did this guest come from?
4. Nanpu is sad, and the west wind is curling in autumn. Look back at once, heart - broken, good to leave, do not look back. -Tang Bai Juyi's Nanpu Bie
Translation: In Nanpu's bleak and sad separation, the autumn wind is bleak. Looking back once is deeply grieved, so leave well and don't look back.
5. so bright a gleam on the foot of my bed, could there have been a frost already?. I raise my head to gaze at the moon, Lowering my head, my nostalgia comes around. -Tang Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night
The bright moonlight sprinkled on the window paper in front of the bed, as if a layer of frost had appeared on the ground. I couldn't help looking up at the bright moon in the sky outside the window that day, and I couldn't help but bow my head and think of my distant hometown.
5. What are the poems describing "I am eager to go home"
1. so bright a gleam on the foot of my bed, could there have been a frost already?. I raise my head to gaze at the moon, Lowering my head, my nostalgia comes around. (Li Bai: "Thinking of a Quiet Night")
2. Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family more often during the festive season. Think of the brothers body boarded up high, will also because of less than I have a regret. (Wang Wei: "on the mountain holiday thinking of my brothers in shandong")
3. Whose Yu Di is flying in the dark, and the spring breeze fills Los Angeles. In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to feel homesick. (Li Bai: "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night")
4. The old vine is a faint crow, the small bridge is flowing, and the ancient road is thin and thin. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. (Ma Zhiyuan: "Tianjingsha Qiu Si")
5. When the young left home, the old man returned, and the local accent did not change. Where do children come from when they meet strangers? (He Zhizhang: "Homecoming Book")
6. When you ask about your return, evening rain will rise in autumn pool. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about evening rain. (Li Shangyin: note on a rainy night to a friend in the north)
7. new Year only deepens my longing, adds to the lonely tears of an exile. To the old age is exiled to the people, the spring is hurried on ahead of me. Monkeys come down from the mountains to haunt me, Jiangliu * * * wind smoke. I have suffered like the imperial guardian, so when will the day be taken? (Liu Changqing: New Year's Work)
8. Where is the hometown? It's leisurely to think about it. On the autumn night in Huainan, Gao Zhai heard the geese coming. (Wei Yingwu: Wen Yan)
9. In a wanderer hears drums portending battle, a wild goose sounds in autumn. Dew changes to frost since tonight, how much brighter the moonlight is at home! All the brothers were scattered, and no family could inquire about life and death. Letters to Luoyang city often cannot be sent to, and the war is often not stopped. (Du Fu: remembering my brothers on a moonlight night)
1. they say that wildgeese, flying southward, here turn back, this very month. The birds do not enter, but I do not travel far from the lingnan, I do not know when, when I can return to the return? The river is pausing at ebb-tide, and the woods are thick with clinging mist, but tomorrow morning, over the mountain, dawn will be white with the plum-trees of home. (Song Zhiwen: "inscribed on the wall of an inn north of dayu mountain")
11. Cut bamboo in Nanshan as a swaddle, and its music, that was introduced from Persia first of all. Spread to the Han tune become novel, Liangzhou Hu Renan good and good for me to play. The listener at the side of the seat all sigh, homesick tourists cry for grief. Many like to listen; but few understand, traveling in the long wind. The withered old Bai Han strolled, there are nine baby phoenixes, outcrying one another. It is like the longyinhuxiao burst out at the same time, and as the sound of the autumn spring in the autumn. Suddenly changed into a small, solemn and stirring, dayton makes the day turn dark clouds by flying. Then the change is like yang liuzhi lively and cheerful, as if to see the Lin yuan flowers in the flowers. On the new year's eve, the a hall with high ceiling on the a hall with high ceiling, a glass of wine and a cup of wine. (Li Qi: "Listening to An Wanshan's Playing the cymbals")
12. south go the wildgesse, for leaves are now falling, and the water is cold with a wind from the north. My home is wandering around the edge of the river, the sea of clouds is far away. Homesick tears in the journey, see the back of the sail in the horizon. The wind smoke blurred the ferry can be where, the vast river in the sunset ripples. (Meng Haoran: "There is a bosom on the early cold river")
13. In the atrium, there are crows in Bai Shu, and osmanthus fragrans in Coody Leng. I don't know who Qiu Si will fall into tonight. (Wang Jian: Looking at the Moon on Fifteen Nights)
14. with monkeys whimpering on the shadowy mountain, and the river rushing through the night. The cross - strait wind Blow the branches and leaves rustling, the moonlight is reflected by the river, a river of a boat. Building heart scenery is good but not my homeland, I still miss Yangzhou old friends and old friends. Recalling that I can not suppress tears in the two lines, looking at the west side of the west coast to send sad to Yangzhou. (Meng Haoran: "from a mooring on the tonglu to a friend in yangzhou")
15. The cold lights in the hotel don't sleep alone, and the guest's heart turns sad. My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and it's another year in the Ming Dynasty. (Gao Shi: Except Night Work)
16. furling my sail near the town of Huai, I find for harbour a little cove. The strong wind raised the waves on the river, and the sun sank down the darkness of the earth. The dark people in the city were all home to rest, and the moon for the tsukiteru was also perched. Lonely at night I can't help thinking of changan, how can I sleep when I hear the bells on the shore? (Wei Yingwu: "mooring at Twilight in Yuyi District")
17. It has been ten frosts in Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night. For no reason, I crossed the mulberry dry water, but I hope that Bing is my hometown. (Liu Zao: Journey to the North)
18. you who have come from my old country, tell me what has happened there!. Was the plum, when you passed my silken window, is the cold plum blooming? (Wang Wei: Miscellaneous Poems)
19. solitary at the tavern, I am shut in with loneliness and grief. Memories of the cold lights back home memories of the past; Just like a lost flock of wild geese. Native place road is far too far, the dream come back at dawn, the family's letter will wait until next year to send it to this place. Cang Jiang on the moonlight, the scenery is how beautiful, the fishing boat is in front of my house. (Du Mu: "Lodging")
2. Start collecting priests in the morning, and the guests will mourn their hometown. Chickens crow in Maodian Moon, and people walk in Banqiao Frost. Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, and bitter orange flowers shine on the post wall. Because of thinking about Duling Dream, the geese are full of returning to the pond. (Wen Tingyun: "Morning Trip to Shangshan")
21. farther and farther from the three Ba Roads, I have come three thousand miles, anxious and watchful. On the four sides of the mountains, can Xue reflect the cold night, sitting on the candle night, I am a stranger here. Because of the farther away from the relatives, on the contrary, with the Livehand and the servants gradually close. That's drifting, new Year's Day, tomorrow morning!. (Cui Tu:
22. Lingwai Yinshu, winter after winter, spring after spring. The more I approached my hometown, the more timid I was, and I dared not inquire about the people who came from the house. (Song Zhiwen: Crossing the Han River)
23. far off in the clouds stand the walls of Hanyang, another day's journey for my lone sail. Businessmen sleep in the day and know the waves, the boatman talking at night. Look at the two sanxiang autumn hair on both sides of the white hair, looking at the bright moon saucer is more. Hometown has been destroyed by war, which can hear the sound of drums and drums. (Lu Lun: a night-mooring at wuchang)
24. under blue mountains we wound our way, my boat and I, along green water. Until the banks at low tide widened, with no wind stirring my lone sail. ...Night now yields to a sea of sun, Jiang Chunren in the old year. At last I can send my messengers, wildgeese, homing to Loyang. (Wang Wan: "a mooring under north fort hill")
25, while winter daylight shortens in the elemental scale, the end of the world is frosty and snowy. Stark sounds the fifth-watch with a challenge of drum and bugle, the stars and the River of Heaven pulse over the three mountains. Wild cry a few smell of war, I see barbarian fishermen and woodcutters in the dawn. Sleeping-Dragon, Plunging-Horse, are no generals nowthey are dust, hush for a moment, O tumult of the world.. (Du Fu: Pavilion Night)
26. far through the night a harp is sighing, with a sadness of wind and rain in the strings. There's a solitary lantern, a bugle-call, and beyond Terrace Tower down goes the moon. Fragrant grasses have changed and faded, while still I have been hoping that my old friend would come. There are no more messengers I can send him, now that the wild geese have turned south. (Wei Zhuang: a night thought on terrace tower)
27. Man was only seven days old in spring and has been away from home for two years. The days of returning home are behind the birds returning to the earth, but the idea of going home is there before the spring flowers are open. (Xue Daoheng: "I miss home every day")
The eagerness to go home is a feeling of homesickness
6. Poetry about going home
"Finding the way home"
Open my dim eyes
I don't know what day and month it is
I don't want to know when it is
I'm still looking for the way home.
There is a little relief
Only the wandering me
the cool breeze blows on my thin clothes
Hunger starts from my stomach and spreads all over my body
I don't want wealth. Big fish and big meat
I just want a warm home
But now I have nothing
I have to set foot on the road to find my way home again
Because I don't want to lose this last glimmer of hope
.
Going home for the New Year
answered my mother's phone for the last time
asked me how far I was from home
got rid of my tiredness
looked up
The towering building with jointing stage went straight into the clouds
but it was not my dream home
One car after another
was racing against time to catch up
. Along with this last journey,
drifting to home
the dream home
is already full of lights and smoke
Father hangs lanterns to paste blessings and Spring Festival couplets
The soaked meat and grey tofu fruit cooked by his mother
taste particularly sweet.