The original poem about coming home from work 1. Poetry about going home.
1, it's ten frost in Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night. Liu Zao in Tang Dynasty: Traveling to the North
It has been ten years since I left my hometown, and my returning heart misses my hometown Xianyang day and night.
2. I can finally send my emissary? Geese, return to Luoyang. Wang Wan, a Tang native at the bottom of Beibao Mountain.
I don't know when the letter from home will arrive. I hope the geese returning from the north will take it to Luoyang.
3. Xian Yi, young and old, left home, and the local accent has not changed. When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from. "Two Hometown Couplets, Part I" Tang Dynasty: He
I left my hometown when I was young and didn't come back until my twilight years. Although my local accent hasn't changed, my hair on my sideburns has become sparse. None of the children knew me when they saw me. They asked with a smile, where did this guest come from?
4, this nocturne has the taste of breaking willows, and no one can afford to miss it. Spring Night in Los Angeles Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
In the music tonight, who will not miss home when they hear the "broken willow" in their hometown?
They said that the geese flying south came back this month. Birds don't enter, but I don't travel far to Lingnan. I don't know when, when can I return home? The wall of an inn in the north of Dayu Mountain in the Tang Dynasty is engraved with the words: Song Wenzhi.
In October of the lunar calendar, geese begin to fly south. It is said that they all turned back when they flew to Dayuling. Birds don't get in, but my trip is not over. I really don't know when and when I will be forgiven.
2. What are the poems about "going home"?
1, you people from my old country, tell me what happened there! . -Wang Wei's Miscellaneous Poems
2. Xian Yi, young and old, left home, and the local accent has not changed. -He Zhangzhi's Homecoming Book
Now, close to 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. -Wang Wan's berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain.
5. After people return to geese, they think about flowers. -Xue Daoheng's "Homecoming"
6. Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home. -Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night
On the seventh day, the rest of the flutes flew silently, and the spring breeze filled Los Angeles. -Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night"
8. I have been in first frost for ten years in the Guest House and Bingzhou, and I remember Xianyang day and night. -Liu Zao's "Journey to the North"
9. As soon as you see heartbroken, you can't go back. -Bai Juyi's Nanpu Bie
10, I want to sit at home late at night and talk about people who travel far away. -Bai Juyi's Night Thoughts on the Winter Solstice in Handan
1 1, the spring scenery in the two places is the same, which makes people homesick. -Bai Juyi's "Looking at the Station"
12, I turned to my hometown because I was bored, and my dream of returning home became longer. -Zhu Chen's "Go Home"
13, I can finally send my messenger, Wild Goose, back to Luoyang. -Wang Wan's berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain.
14, the spring scenery in the two places is the same, which makes people homesick. -Bai Juyi's "Looking at the Station"
15, where do children come from when they meet strangers? -He Zhangzhi's Homecoming Book
3. Poems about going home
Clouds come out of holes unintentionally, and birds don't know when to fly.
If you come back, the countryside will be destroyed, Hu Bugui? Since the heart is the form of service, I am melancholy and sad alone! People who can catch up without admonishing the past; Not far from being lost, I feel that today is not yesterday. The ship is far away and the wind is blowing. Asking for directions, ex-husband, hate dawn.
It looks forward to Yu Heng and runs with joy. Servants are welcome and children are waiting for the door. The three paths are barren, and the pine chrysanthemum still exists. Bring children into the room, there will be wine bottles. Lead the pot to think for yourself and make the court happy. Leaning against the south window to send lofty sentiments, judge your knees to be comfortable. Garden Day includes fun, although the door is fixed and often closed. Help the old man to rest, and correct his head if he goes far. Clouds come out of holes unintentionally, and birds don't know when to fly. The scenery is eager to enter, and it is lonely and broken.
Come back, please rest assured that you will never travel again. The world is against me, what can I ask for? Please love words from relatives, play music and read books to eliminate worries. The farmer told Yu Yichun that he wanted to do something with Xichou. Or a towel cart, or a boat This is not only a gentle and elegant road to find ravines, but also a rugged road through hills. Wood is thriving and spring is blooming. When everything is fine, I feel that my journey of life is over.
I don't hold grudges anymore! How long will you live in the apartment? What does Hu Wei want? Wealth is not my wish, and the emperor's hometown cannot be expected. When you are pregnant, you can go alone or plant a stick. Deng and He Lin wrote poems together. Chatting until the end, Loew's fate is ridiculous!
4. Poems when Mom came home from work
In a foreign country
Life is always so empty
perhaps
Going home has become a feeling for me now.
A way to express condolences to parents.
Delicate autumn rain
Beat up the long-lost village
There are no birds and flowers.
It's still beautiful here
Lack of lights and noise
Simple land does not have much homesickness.
However, I still love it here.
Touch the room with your heart!
Listen carefully!
A country road covered with fallen leaves
Still have the feeling of giving up.
We were born here.
But I'm destined to leave here.
Is this luck or misfortune in life?
Crossing the long river of time and space
look
This land was called by the first cry of life.
Only to find that we have gone far.
Without the company of relatives
swaying in the midst of a raging storm―precarious situations
Living alone in a foreign land.
Look up at the full moon
I remember that feeling.
That feeling of going home ~ ~
5. Ask for a poem about waiting for someone to go home at night
Ye spent the night in the mountains, waiting for his good friend to be noble.
Now that the sun has set outside the scope of the west, those gullies have fallen down.
The moon in the moon pine is refreshing at night, and the sound of the wind is particularly clear.
There is almost no firewood in the mountains, and the birds have just returned to their resting place.
Ding promised to stay in the temple tonight and play the piano alone on the mountain road.
Hang it by the Xijiang River and wait for the moon to be pregnant with Li Bai.
Before the moon came out, the Wangjiang River flowed by itself.
Suddenly, the city is west of the country, and the jade hook hangs in the sky.
Although Su Hua can be recruited, Jing Qing can't travel.
I'm worried about Kimberly. I'm looking at the Magpie House.
Don't wait for Li Bai to drink.
Jade pot and green silk, it is too late to sell wine.
Hua Shan smiled at me just in time to win the trophy.
In the evening, under the east window, the warbler came again.
Spring breeze and drunkenness are very suitable today.
Jane yimei and Li Qingzhao
Lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.
Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
Yi Jiangnan Wen tingjun
After washing, I boarded the river pavilion alone and leaned against the bar to stare at the river.
Thousands of ships passed by, and no one expected to appear.
Broken-hearted Baipingzhou.
Sauvignon blanc Bai Juyi
Bianshui, Surabaya, flows to Guazhou ancient ferry, Wu Shan is a little sad.
Think of dragons, hate dragons, hate to rest when returning, and the moon people lean on the building.
Wu Fengqi Liu Yong
It's no problem to lean against a dangerous building. Looking forward to spring sorrow, the sky is dark. In the afterglow of grass and smoke. Who knows why I lean on the tracks silently?
I'm getting drunk. When drinking is a song, strong music is still tasteless. I don't regret widening my belt. It's worth getting tired for my coquetry.
Butterfly lotus technique
The threshold chrysanthemum is sad with smoke and blue tears, the curtain is light and cold, and the swallows fly away. The bright moon doesn't know how to leave sorrow and hate bitterness, and shines obliquely through Zhuhu Lake.
Last night, the west wind withered the trees, and I climbed the tall building alone and looked at the horizon.
Meet in
Alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook. Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn.
Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow. It's not just the general taste.
Qiao Jinmen Feng Yansi
When the wind blows, it brings a pool of spring water. Wandering in the fragrant path of Yuanyang, stroking the almond core with your hand.
Leaning on the railing by the pool, watching the fighting ducks, the Hosta on his head hangs obliquely. He missed his sweetheart all day, but he never came back, and suddenly he heard a magpie calling.
Li Chi Ngai
I live at the source of the Yangtze River.
You live at the end of the Yangtze River.
I miss you every day,
* * * Drink Yangtze River water.
When will the water stop?
When did this hatred ever happen?
May your heart be the same as mine,
Then my desire for you is meaningful.
Untitled Li shangyin
I met her a long time ago, but since we broke up, the time has become longer, the east wind has weakened and the flowers have faded.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
Guanju's Book of Songs
Guan Heming's osprey, accompanied by the small continent of the river. A beautiful and virtuous woman is a good spouse of a gentleman. Mix shepherd's purse and salvage it from left to right. My beautiful lady,
Ask for it. If you can't pursue it, the black nightclub misses her during the day. Miss Long, I can't sleep over and over again. Mix shepherd's purse and choose from left to right.
A beautiful and virtuous woman came to her with a couple and a couple. Pull shepherd's purse from left to right. A beautiful and virtuous woman rings the bell to please her.
Zi Jin's The Book of Songs
Qingqing is your collar, YY is my miss. If I didn't go to see you, didn't you get my letter?
Green is what you wear, and leisurely is my feeling. If I never visit you, can't you take the initiative?
Come on, always open your eyes, on this high tower. A day without seeing your face seems as long as March!
Jing NV Shi Jing
This quiet girl is so cute that she will come to the corner of my town. Deliberately hiding for me to find, scratching my head.
The quiet girl looks good. Give me a tong tube. Red has a bright red color. Love it is really a bright color.
This country exploits me, Meili Yi and is rare. It is not as beautiful as weeds, and beauty gives people deep affection.
Feng Qiu Qin Huang Ge is anonymous.
There is a kind of beauty that I will never forget. I want to go crazy if I can't see you for a day.
The phoenix flies high, and the four seas seek to burn. Helpless beauty, not in the east wall.
Use the piano instead of language. Tell me about it. When I see Xu Xi, comfort me.
Willing to match virtue with words and work together. I can't fly, which makes me fall.
Nineteen ancient poems about picking hibiscus in Shejiang River
Picking hibiscus by the river, Lanzeduo fragrant grass. Who is eager to leave? Thinking far away.
Looking back at my hometown, it's a long way. I am so sad to leave home!