Poetry about working away from home 1. What are the poems about "Wanderers who are away from home miss their hometown"?
1, shining so brightly at the foot of my bed,
Is there frost already? .
Looking up, I found it was moonlight.
I sank again and suddenly remembered my hometown-Tang Li Bai.
As a stranger in a foreign land,
Please think twice about your relatives during the festival.
Know where the brothers climb,
There is a man missing from the dogwood. Tang Wangwei
3. Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers remain forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back.
Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness.
After three months of war, a piece of news from home is worth a ton of gold.
I stroke my white hair. It has become so thin that it can no longer hold hairpins.
4, the hotel sleeps alone in cold light,
What makes the guests feel sad?
Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts.
First frost will have another year. Except working at night [Don]
5, loving mother Yin
The thread in the loving mother's hand,
Make clothes for her wayward son.
She sewed it carefully, mended it thoroughly,
Afraid that the delay would make him come home late.
You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! It's Mei. When you passed my window, was Han Mei in full bloom? (Wang Wei: "Miscellaneous Poems")
7. When you are young and leave home, go back to your boss.
The local accent has not changed.
The children don't know each other,
Where did the laughter come from? (He Zhangzhi: Homecoming Book)
2. What poems express a wanderer's yearning for the bright moon?
Yang Wanli of Zhi Zhu Song Dynasty
The moon bends Kyushu,
Several families are happy and several families are sad;
Worried about nailing people to the moon,
Have to have a rest, have a rest.
Looking at the bright moon on the fifteenth night (Wang Jian)
There are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus in Coody Leng in the atrium.
I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight.
Guan Shanyue (Li Bai)
A bright moon rises from Qilian Mountain and crosses the vast sea of clouds.
The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass.
At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai.
This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive.
The garrison soldier looked at the remote border town, and his hometown could not help but look sad.
The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away.
Drinking the bright moon alone (Li Bai)
Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone.
Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.
The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.
I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring.
The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.
Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness.
I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.
Night thoughts (Li Bai)
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
Recalling brothers on a moonlit night (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.
Looking at the moon and thinking of a distant place (Zhang Jiuling)
The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world.
Bring a separated heart, and be considerate for a long time at night!
Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.
You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.
Shuangyue (Li Shangyin)
When I first heard that there were no cicadas,
A hundred feet of water meets the sky.
Young woman Su E is hardy.
Frost war in the middle of the month.
Looking at the moon in the pavilion on the fifteenth night of August (Tang Bai Juyi)
On the evening of August 15 last year, next to the apricot garden by Qujiang Pool.
On the night of August 15 this year, in front of Songpu Shatou Water Hall.
Where is the hometown in the northwest and the full moon in the southeast.
Yesterday, the wind blew and no one would meet. Tonight, the light is as clear as usual.
3. Describe the poem "Wandering Alone"
1. The cold light of the hotel does not sleep alone, and the guest's heart turns to sorrow. My hometown is a thousand miles away tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty. Except for the night work [Tang], they are all of high quality. 2. Nanfeiyan, turn around here. Just this month, I wonder if my own trip to the south will turn back. At low tide, the river stopped and the forest was foggy, but tomorrow morning, on the other side of the mountain, the dawn will be white. On the wall of an inn in the north of Dayu Mountain, the word "home" is engraved (Song) 3. The sound book outside the ridge is broken, and the winter is restored. I dare not ask a question. (Song Wenzhi's Crossing the Han River) 4. Under the blue mountain, we meandered forward, and my boat and I walked along the green water until the river bank widened at low tide, and there was no wind blowing 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 emissary, the wild goose here in Luoyang. It's only seven days in spring and two years away from home. After people return to geese, they think about flowers before. Xue Daoheng: People are homesick every day. Moonlight shines before going to bed. I sank again and suddenly remembered home. (Li Bai: "Silent Night Thinking") 7. Whose flute flutters in the dark and scatters in the spring breeze of Los Angeles. You can't miss your hometown in this nocturne. (Li Bai: "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night") 8. Ten frost in the guest house, I miss Xianyang day and night. I crossed the mulberry river for no reason, but I hope Bing is my hometown. (Liu Zao:) What is life without you for me? . 10, the old vine is faint, the small bridge is flowing, and the old road is thin and thin. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. Tianjingsha Qiu Si (Ma Zhiyuan) 1 1, Bai Shu Habitat Crow Atrium, Coody Leng Silent Wet Osmanthus fragrans. Tonight, the moon is full of hope, and I don't know whose head Qiu Si will fall on. Looking at the moon for fifteen nights (Wang Jian (He: Letter from Home) 13/ You from the old country, tell me what happened there! When you passed my window, was the plum blossom Han Mei in full bloom? (Wang Wei: Zashi).
4. Homeless wanderers miss their hometown poems
"Silent Night Thinking" Author: Li Bai's foot is so bright, will it have frosted? .
Looking up, I found it was moonlight, and it sank again. I suddenly thought of home. On the moonlit night, I thought of my brother. Author: Du Fu, a vagrant, heard the drums foreshadowing the battle, and the first call of the geese from the border 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. It is inevitable to send books. What can you expect in the war? .
Moonlit Night Author: Du Fu is far away in Fuzhou. She is watching the moonlight, watching it alone from the window of her room. For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is.
Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight. When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? .
Moonlit Night on the Spring River Author: Zhang Chunjiang Tide, the bright moon on the sea was born in the tide. I drift thousands of miles, where there is no moon by the river! The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel. Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion.
There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky. Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year? Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar year after year.
I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water. The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss.
Whose house is knocking at the door tonight? "Silent Night Thinking" Author: Li Bai's foot is so bright, will it have frosted? .
Looking up, I found it was moonlight, and it sank again. I suddenly thought of home. On the moonlit night, I thought of my brother. Author: Du Fu, a vagrant, heard the drums foreshadowing the battle, and the first call of the geese from the border 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. It is inevitable to send books. What can you expect in the war? .
Moonlit Night Author: Du Fu is far away in Fuzhou. She is watching the moonlight, watching it alone from the window of her room. For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is.
Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight. When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? .
Moonlit Night on the Spring River Author: Zhang Chunjiang Tide, the bright moon on the sea was born in the tide. I drift thousands of miles, where there is no moon by the river! The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel. Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion.
There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky. Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year? Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar year after year.
I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water. The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss.
Who will go boating tonight? Where do you miss Mingyue Building? Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror. The curtain of the jade pot could not be rolled up, but it was brushed back on the anvil.
At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month. Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water.
Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned. In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west.
The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite. I don't know how many people return home every month, and the moon is full of rivers and trees.
The moon (Zhang Jiuling), which is far away from the moon, is now at sea, and the horizon is * * * at this time. Bring a separated heart, and be considerate for a long time at night! Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.
You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams. Looking at the moon in the pavilion on August 15 (Tang Juyi) Last August 15, next to the apricot garden by Qujiang Pool.
On the night of August 15 this year, in front of Songpu Shatou Water Hall. Where is the hometown in the northwest and the full moon in the southeast.
Yesterday, the wind blew and no one would meet. Tonight, the light is as clear as usual.
A wanderer who is away from home misses a bright moon. Such a poem is as follows.
Looking at the moon for fifteen nights and sending it to Du Langzhong
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Wang Jian
Original text:
There are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus in Coody Leng in the atrium.
I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight.
Appreciation: The artistic conception of this poem is very beautiful. With vivid language and rich imagination, the poet rendered the specific environment atmosphere of Mid-Autumn Festival, bringing readers into a thoughtful mood far from the moon, and with a sigh and endless ending, the affection of parting and thinking together was very euphemistic and moving. Its first impression is picturesque.
Guan Shanyue
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Li Bai
Original text:
A bright moon rises from Qilian Mountain and crosses the vast sea of clouds.
The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass.
At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai.
This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive.
The garrison soldier looked at the remote border town, and his hometown could not help but look sad.
The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away.
Appreciation: the towering Tianshan Mountains, the vast sea of clouds, and a bright moon pouring silver. The mighty Changfeng, after several Wan Li mountain passes, came to the border where the garrison soldiers were stationed. Emperor Gaozu sent troops to Deng Bai for Xiongnu, and Tubo coveted vast rivers and mountains in Qinghai. In these places where people have fought for generations, few people are lucky to be alive. The soldiers guarding the border look up at the border town and feel homesick. On this bright night, the wife of Huaifu, who is looking at the moon on the high building, is also sighing frequently. When will you come back, distant relatives?
Thoughts in the dead of night
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Li Bai
Original text:
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
Appreciation: The bright moonlight sprinkled on enough paper in front of the bed, as if the ground was frosted. 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 hometown in the distance.
6. Poetry describing the mood of leaving home
1. You come from my old country and tell me what happened there! .
When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? (Wang Wei: "Miscellaneous Poems")
Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent remains unchanged.
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.
Now, near my village and meeting people, I dare not ask a question. (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 turned into an ocean of the sun, which was Jiang Chunren's 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.
People return to yan zhen, thinking before flowers. (Xue Daoheng: "People are homesick every day")
6. The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is it frosty already? .
Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home. (Li Bai: Quiet Night Thinking)
7. Whose rain flute flies in the dark, and the spring breeze permeates Los Angeles.
In this nocturne, you can't help homesick.
8. It has been ten frosts in Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night.
Crossing the dry water of mulberry for no reason, I hope Bingzhou is my hometown. (Liu Zao: "Journey to the North")
9. A vagrant heard the drums heralding the battle, and a wild goose sang in autumn.
He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! .
Oh, my brothers, what's the point of my life without you? .
However, if there is something wrong with letters in peacetime, what can I expect in wartime? . (Du Fu: Remembering brothers on a moonlit night)
7. What poem do you use when you are far away from home and miss your relatives in your hometown?
I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight.
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
You have just come from our hometown, and we must understand the world. When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming?
Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are thin horses. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
The candle on the table lit the heart, and it also saw the parting; You see, it shed tears for us and flowed to the morning.
The cold light in the hotel stayed alone and didn't sleep, and the guest turned sad. My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty.
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. I can't tell you how hurried I am. Pedestrians are pouring in, Kaifeng.
If there is no north-south road outside the door, people should avoid parting.
When did the moon begin to appear? Ask heaven for wine. I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. I want to go home in the wind, lest it be too cold on the roof.
A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks?
Qiu Guang, thousands of miles away, did it in the blink of an eye yesterday. The bluebird comes from the west, and Chang 'e reports my courtesy. Send a message, don't be afraid of Shen Zui.
We shared the flowers last year, and it has been in bloom for a year now.
I advise you to have a glass of wine. There is no reason not to go out.
It is almost as difficult for friends to meet each other as the stars in the morning and evening.
People say that the place where the sun sets is the horizon. I try to look at the horizon, but I can't see my home. Castle Peak is being influenced by Castle Peak, which covers my sight. Twilight, Castle Peak.
It has been seven days in spring, and I have been away from home for two years. 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.
Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed. When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from.
Everything in the world has reached the spring sorrow, and now I cry to the pale ghost.
A vagrant heard the drums heralding the battle, which was the first call of a wild goose on the border 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.
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