Ancient poems praising homeland

Ancient poems praising homeland

1. You come from your hometown. You should know about your hometown.

In front of the beautiful window tomorrow, the winter plum blossoms have not yet bloomed? (Wang Wei's "Miscellaneous Poems")

2. When the young boy left home and his elder brother returned, his local pronunciation has not changed and his hair on his temples has faded.

Children who don’t know each other laugh and ask where the guest is from? ("He Zhizhang's "Odd Letter on Returning to Hometown")

3. The audio book outside the mountains is broken, and after winter it returns to spring.

I am even more timid when I am close to my hometown and dare not ask anyone. "Crossing the Han River" in Song Dynasty)

4. Traveling outside the green mountains, boating in front of the green water.

The tide is flat, the banks are wide, the wind is blowing and the sail is hanging.

Hai Ri is born and the night is over, and Jiang Chun is entering the old year.

Where can I find the hometown book? Return to Yanluoyang. (Wang Wan's "Under the Cibeigu Mountain")

5. I am only seven days old and have been away from home for two years.

When a man returns home after the wild geese, his thoughts are in front of the flowers. (Xue Daoheng's "People Think of Returning Home")

6. There is a bright moonlight in front of the bed, which is suspected to be frost on the ground.

Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown. (Li Bai's "Quiet Night Thoughts"

7. Whose jade flute is flying in the dark, and the spring breeze is scattered all over Luo City.

In this nocturne, hearing the broken willows, who can't afford the sentiments of the motherland. ( Li Bai's "Listening to the Flute in Luocheng on a Spring Night")

8. It's already frosty when I stay in Bingzhou, and I remember Xianyang day and night.

I have to cross the Sanggan River for no reason, but I hope that Bingzhou is my hometown. . (Liu Zao's "Lv Ci Shuofang")

9. The drums cut off the people, and the sound of wild geese is heard in the autumn.

The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.

My brothers are all scattered, and I have no home to ask about my life and death.

The letter has not been sent, but the army has not stopped.

Bai Juyi's three homesick poems.

There are willows in the windows of Jing'an House, and flowers blooming on the ground in front of the Post Office.

The spring light in both places ends at the same time, and the residents miss their homes.

I feel homesick at the winter solstice in Handan

On the winter solstice in Handan, I hug my knees and watch the shadows in front of the lamp.

I think of sitting at home late at night and talking about the distance. Pedestrian.

Farewell to Nanpu

Farewell to Nanpu, the west wind blows in the autumn.

I feel heartbroken when I leave.