1. Poems about homesickness
Thoughts on a Quiet Night, Tang Dynasty, Li Bai There is bright moonlight in front of the bed, I suspect it is frost on the ground.
Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think of your hometown. Overcast and Rainy Tang Bai Juyi The mist is heavy today, and the mountains and rivers are deep here.
The sound of the beach is more urgent in autumn, and the air in the gorge is more cloudy at dawn. Looking at the tower, clouds cover my eyes, and my heart is filled with homesickness and raindrops.
How can we comfort Youdu? I rely on this North Window Qin. Cold Food in Guests by Tang Lizhong: Cold food during the trip and tears of homesickness.
The music and books are broken outside the sky, and the peach and plum rain is in the spring. There is no reason to want to drink, but there seems to be a reason for chanting.
There are so many people outing outside the countryside. Autumn Thoughts on the Bank of the River by Du Xunhe of the Tang Dynasty Driving horses along the river, homesickness arises every step of the way.
Raise the whip and wave the willow color, and the sound of cicadas will be lost. Autumn crops are bounded by long roads, and cold clouds surround the ancient city.
When the family is poor and prosperous, they have no land to cultivate. Sending off friends on the river to travel south by Zhang Qiao of the Tang Dynasty Where homesickness accumulates, chaos gathers at the end of the world.
The shore is long and the people are swimming in the evening, and the lake is wide and the sails are sailing in autumn. Buying wine and passing by the fishing house, sharing lamps and fishing boats.
When Xiaoxiang sees wild geese coming, he should think of traveling alone. Homesickness by Tang Buxie No one travels to Lubei, but letters from Yunnan have not yet been returned.
If you don’t sweep away the flowers in front of the court, who will climb the willows outside the door? If you sit for a long time and sell silver candles, you will lose your beauty if you are more worried.
The moon hangs in my heart on an autumn night, and the mountains are illuminated by thousands of miles. Homesickness in the Mountains in Winter - Congratulations to Zhou Dynasty in the Tang Dynasty The fields began to condense, and the sky became clear at dawn.
The trees are cold and there are few birds, and the mountains are far apart and there are few monks. Close the windows against the sun and close the snow, open the furnace to release the inkstone.
Suddenly returned to his hometown and wanted to live in Xiling. Autumn View of the Old City of Yunmeng by Tang Rongyu The ruins of the old country are here, and I want to visit the ancient city.
Once a person changes, a thousand years will be in vain. Mengzhu's sound is late, and the trees in Jingmen are in autumn color.
The clouds linger, hanging in the distance looking at homesickness. Great Night Works by Tang Gaoshi The hotel is sleepless under the cold light, and the guests' minds are filled with sadness.
I miss my hometown tonight, and worry about tomorrow for another year. Apricot Blossoms in My Hometown, Tang Sikong Picture. Send flowers and wine to celebrate the new blooms. Hold the flower branches on the left and the cup on the right.
I want to ask, why are old friends different from a flower branch and a glass of wine? Homesickness outside the Yangtze River Weizhuang Tang Dynasty Every year in spring, I feel sad in a foreign land, and I can know Du Qu and Oriole. Even more so when the sun sets on the bank of the river, and there are traces of heartbroken smoke and willows.
Looking from afar Tang Yuanzhen’s eyes are full of sad winter scenery, with many mangroves on the side of the mountain and the temple. Zhongxuan sheds endless tears of homesickness, and the Zhang River flows eastward with jade waves.
He Sanxiang Poetry, Gaoqu, Tang Dynasty. Thousands of mountains and thousands of mountains in the north and south. Who doesn’t miss his hometown in Xuanche? Only traces of Fanghan's sorrow remain, and the peach and plum blossoms may be hurt on the street.
Homesickness Tang Xuetao The water under Mount Emei is like oil, but my heart is not tied to the boat. When the sails leave Jinpu, the sound of the rafts will sing in unison.
01. I would like to ask you, Dongliu Shui, who do you want to compare with? ——Li Bai 02. I advise you to drink a glass of wine. There is no old friend when you leave Yangguan in the west. ——Wang Wei 03. Wherever the sails can be anchored at sunset, the sight of the horizon will break one’s heart.
——Meng Haoran 04. The shadow of the lone sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky. ——Li Bai 05. A person who knows one’s friends in the sea is as close as a neighbor in the world.
——Wang Bo 06. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to miss your hometown. ——Li Bai 07. I wish you a long life and a long life.
——Su Shi 08. I am a stranger in a foreign land, and I miss my family even more during the festive season. ——Wang Wei 09. If you were transformed into hundreds of billions of people, they would disperse to the top of the mountain and look at your hometown.
——Liu Zongyuan 10. When you asked about the return date, the autumn ponds swelled with rain at night in Bashan. ——Li Shangyin 11. The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine back on me?
——Wang Anshi 12. I don’t know where the reeds are blowing, and all the people are looking for their hometowns in one night. ——Li Yi 13. The thoughts of wandering in the floating clouds, the feelings of old friends in the setting sun.
——Li Bai 14. Parting in a leisurely way, reminiscing about feelings for no reason. ——Xu Shu 15. I know that the human heart is not like a tree, so why do you think that people are separated like flowers?
——Xiao Zixian 16. It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, because the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered. ——Li Shangyin 17. When will we know each other when we miss each other? It is embarrassing at this time and this night.
——Li Bai 18. The wind and fire last for three months, a letter from home is worth ten thousand yuan 19. Withered vines and old trees, dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, people, the old road, westerly wind and thin horses 20. Where is the village gate at sunset, the smoke wave The river makes people sad 21. Still pity the hometown water, seeing off the boat thousands of miles away 22. The wine enters the sad heart, turning into tears of lovesickness 23. *** Looking at the bright moon, weeping, the hometown feels the same in five places overnight 24. A glass of turbid wine, thousands of miles away, Qiang Although the ground is full of frost 25, why should I cut the candles from the west window, but I say that it rains at night in Bashan 1. You came from your hometown. You should know about your hometown.
Will the winter plum blossoms bloom in front of the beautiful window tomorrow? (Wang Wei's "Miscellaneous Poems") 2. When the young man left home and his elder brother came back, his local pronunciation remained unchanged and his hair on his temples faded. When children see each other but don't recognize each other, they laugh and ask where the guest comes from. "He Zhizhang's "Returning to Hometown Occasionally") 3. The sound of the book outside the mountains is broken, and the winter returns to the beginning of 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? It is near 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 people return home after the wild geese, their thoughts are in front of the flowers. (Xue Daoheng's "Everyone Thinks of Returning") 7. Whose jade flute is flying in the dark, and the spring breeze fills Luo City.
In this nocturne, I heard the broken willows, who can't remember the sentiments of my motherland. (Li Bai's "Hearing the Flute in Luocheng on a Spring Night") 8. It's been ten years since the guest house was in the same state, and I remember Xianyang day and night when I return home.
I crossed the Sanggan River for no reason, but I thought Bingzhou was my hometown. (Liu Zao's "Lvci Shuofang") 9. The garrison drum interrupts the pedestrian movement, and there is a sound of wild geese in the autumn.
The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown. All my brothers are scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death.
The letter sent was not delivered, and the army was not suspended. 10. Recalling my brother-in-law on a moonlit night (Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty) The garrison of drums breaks the line of people, and the sound of autumn geese is revealed. From this night on, the white moon is my hometown. Tomorrow, all my brothers are scattered and have no home. They ask about life and death, and send letters. The situation is not good, but the army has not stopped. 11. Look at the moon and embrace the distance. (Zhang Jiuling of the Tang Dynasty) The bright moon rises on the sea and the end of the world*** At this time, the lover resents the distant night and rises in love at night. The candle is extinguished and the light is full of pity. The clothes are covered with dew and the dew is unbearable. The hand is full and returns the dream. Du Shaofu appointed Shuzhou Wang Bocheng Quefu San Qin, the wind and smoke look to Wujin.
I want to say goodbye to you, both are eunuchs. There are close friends in the sea, and there are neighbors in the world.
If you do nothing, you will go astray, and your children will be in trouble. Chanting Cicadas in Prison King Luo Bin The cicadas sing in the West, and the guests in Nanguan are deep in thought.
I couldn’t bear the shadow of Xuan’s temples, so I came to sing to Bai Tou. It is difficult to fly in due to heavy dew, and it is easy to sink due to the strong wind.
No one believes in nobleness, who can express his sincerity? Liu Changqing, the owner of Furong Mountain who stays in Furong Mountain during the snow. At dusk, the mountains are far away, and the weather is cold and the white house is poor.
Chaimen hears dogs barking, and people return home on a snowy night. Fu De Mu Yu sent Li Zhou by Wei Yingwu In the light rain on the Chu River, it was the dusk of Jianye.
The sails of Momo come with heavy weight, and the birds of darkness leave late. The sea gate is deep and invisible, and the Pu tree is far away.
The love for each other is infinite, and it is better to touch the lapel than to loose silk. Night Mooring at Fengqiao Zhang Ji The moon is setting, crows are crying, and the sky is filled with frost. The river maple is fishing and the fire is facing melancholy.
At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell rang for the passenger ship. Wuyi Alley Liu Yuxi Wild grass and flowers beside Zhuque Bridge, the setting sun is setting at the entrance of Wuyi Alley.
In the old days, the king Xietang Qianyan flew into the homes of ordinary people. Untitled Li Shangyin It’s hard to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered.
The spring silkworms will not run out until they die, and the wax torch will not dry until it turns to ashes. The morning mirror is full of worry, but the clouds on the temples are changing, and the moonlight is cold when singing at night.
There is not much way to get to Pengshan, and the blue birds are attentive. 2. Poems about dreams
The wind has no form, the dream has no trace, and the hesitation shakes the whole body.
It has been a long time since I left home. The dream of returning is like spring water, lingering around my hometown.
The flowers stay in Yue, and the moon returns to Qin in dreams. The plague of lice prevents me from returning to my dreams, and the noise of insects makes me wake up at dawn.
Thinking of nectar in the dream, cherishing the lamp in words. The ground is cool, the cranes are dreaming, and the forest is quiet and the monks are solemn.
The crane returns to Songdao and writes the perfect letter, and the wind in Orange Island brings out the fragrance of dreams. When I wake up from a dream that is tired of listening to the singing of birds, I am so lazy that I sweep away the falling flowers and the end of spring.
God knows that I remember him so that I can see him in my dream on earth. Dreaming of Yizhou with three swords, taking Liaocheng with one arrow.
You dream of the bright moon, and remember the songs of the Mid-Autumn Festival. When I recall my sleep, my spring dream is so sleepy.
The jade hairpin hangs down from the edge of the pillow. The flowing water is familiar with the state of the world, and the fallen flowers are tired of the worldly work in spring dreams.
The Yuanlu guest has not left the trace, and the dream soul first arrived at the Partridge Village. Hu Feng is shocked thousands of miles away, and the fifth day of the Han Dynasty is bright.
Even if I dream of returning home, I still hear the sound of a blockage. As you ascend the Long Mountain, I dream of my concubine in your boudoir.
Thousands of jade chopsticks fell, and the silver bed was half empty. Sleeping on the beautiful mat in spring, looking out through the screen window at dawn.
In the hazy dream, I am still at home in western Liaoning. There is no one in the boudoir candle, but there is a dream soul in Luo Ping.
Recently, the sound has been lost, and I look at the king’s door all day long. The clouds bring rain to Guanxi, and the wind brings autumn to Weibei.
The solitary lamp is like a guest’s dream, and the cold pestle is causing homesickness. Teardrops are hard to shed, and broken jade is easy to sell.
The beauty goes with the bright moon, but the dream soul is far away. The bottle began to run out last night, and now the urn is about to be opened.
After interpreting the dream in a dream, he came to the restaurant. In the evening festival, there are nine people, five thousand on the mountain.
I met a saint when I was drunk, and I saw an immortal in my dream. Shen Ruyun's Two Poems of a Boudoir's Complaint It's hard to send books when the geese run out, and I worry about having too many dreams.
I would like to follow the shadow of the lonely moon and shine in Fubo Camp. Zheng Gu Gu lived in Zhijingshe for the rest of half a century in Western Shu after the rebellion... Four rhymes are used to hang it. Hearing the pure words every time he thinks, facing the Zen bed on a rainy night.
We have not met again, and the autumn lanterns illuminate the shadow hall. Gu Yun finally broke the promise, and Bo Huan was injured.
The dream surrounds the long pine tower and burns a stick of incense in the distance. Xu Bin's night mooring in Jingshan met relatives and friends. The mountains and the sea are different, so I stopped the boat for this period.
There is no limit to what we mean when we meet each other, but there are no words to say when we meet. Sitting there for eternity, I wonder about my dreams and worry about my hair.
It’s easy to get famous quickly, but it won’t take time to get there. Xu Bin, a friend of Hannan Huai, I am traveling from the west to the east, so why would I want to meet like this?
I dreamed of the Wuyue River, and hated the Xianghan Bell deeply. Cumulus clouds clear the way, and snow piles on the front peak at dawn.
Who knows that it is not the same as before, and pity you for suddenly seeing your appearance. Cui Tu, the hermit of Songyang, has been dreaming for forty years, and his career is on the same level.
No one lives together for a long time, but there are cranes who meditate on each other. Grass grows in the fields, springs and chalcedony flow.
I even think that the tree in the garden is old and that it is autumn in the world. Cui Tu Wushan Temple The double daisies look like horns, which should hurt the spring of the motherland.
The country is not its old owner, but Yun Yu is its predecessor. Mengjue's poet is as spiritual as a native of Chu.
I don’t know where he will become a god again after a thousand years. Cui Tu is pregnant with Jinshi Wei Dan in the Spring Festival Gala. The flowers in his hometown are all gone, but the dream of Jianglou is still lingering.
Half a lifetime is spent, but one life is so difficult. The thorns are pure and pure, and the acacia has orchids.
Looking forward to the spring of the second year, it doesn’t look like I was in Chang’an. Cui Tu's Qiuxi Gathering with Friends. The chapters and sentences accumulate small achievements, and the stars and frost are twenty empty.
You should be as young as me, and you will be the same as me. After the monk returned from the moon, the poem appeared in the guest's dream.
I even heard the cranes buzzing and the clear dew dripping from the green pine trees. Cui Tu's mountain house at the top of Sulu Mountain. Stepping out of the forest, you can see thousands of peaks one after another.
A long period of leisure is like an attempt, and a temporary period of time is like a difficulty. The trees in the valley are covered with old clouds, and the shadow of the waterfall outside the monk's window is cold.
I feel that my heart is not up to the mark, so I look forward to this dream of Chang'an. Cui Tu's Book of Autumn Evening Look at the autumn colors, it's time to go out again.
It is not too early for white hair to appear, and it is too late for Qingyun to go away. Meng Wei was pregnant with the country, and there was no trace of Taqi.
In this way, I can strengthen my way, and I am worthy of knowing it. Han Xie Leaving Home A long night in early August, the first journey through thousands of mountains.
Beautiful faces are only dreams, but complaints are silent. The guests at the ancestral table dispersed, and horses were riding in the empty suburbs.
Self-pity is not enlightenment, and being cramped is a false name. Han Xie wanted to leave, and Fen Yun talked through the window, making an appointment with her when she was still young.
We have to meet somewhere, no matter when we want to leave. The hatred is deep and endless, and the love is extremely suspicious.
The melancholy Taoyuan Road is only known in dreams. Wu Rong sent Master Guangli back to the east. Purple Palace had been favored by him for a long time, and he returned to the east and passed through Haimen.
I know that the glory is just a dream, and I am willing to be ecstatic even if I say goodbye. The morning bird comes first in the bright future, and the ape roosts in the dark in the cold.
If the mountain is heavy, it should be old and cloudy. Wu Rong left for Tongguan early. The moon was setting in the sky, and his dream was still lingering.
The trees are green at dawn, and the jade steps are cold. The official career ended in self-suffering, and the life experience was quiet and impressive.
The competition seems to be hidden in the mountains, and the clouds pillow the green turbulence. Wu Rong's Butterfly Two by two, the smoke and dew in the South Garden are slight.
They must live side by side when living, and fly together when flying. The grass is light and worried, and the flowers are dying and cherishing the evening light.
I have long been acquainted with the beautiful girl, and Zheng Zhun sent it to my neighbor. You will not be here for a long time, and you will be dim and bright again. The film's heart is filled with divination, and the remaining dreams are frightened when crossing the bridge.
The holy lake is like a bait, and the troops will stop on the battlefield. The cool breeze should be for me, sending the sound of anvils one by one.
Wei Zhuang Worry Avoiding sorrow comes again, and the sorrow comes unforgettable. Sitting at night, my heart is burning, and my temples are covered with frost.
If you don’t dream of a young master, you will enter the heart of a traveler. I'd like to ask Gao Xuanke, where is the hometown of drunkenness?
Wei Zhuang bestows wine on his friends. Even though he is sick, he still has many feelings. The king is self-centered. All life is just a dream, and sighing is not as good as chanting.
The white snow is beautiful and the fragrance is deep. The boss of chaos and separation, don't touch your lap when you are drunk.
Spring Sorrow by Wei Zhuang It hurts me so much when I think about it, and I hate it even more when it comes to spring. The dew stains the Xiang bamboo with tears, and the flowers fall over the plum blossoms.
Sleeping timidly and dreaming, leisurely drinking wine. There are no people in the back garden, and the moon is slanting above the pines.
Wang Zhenbai's Two Songs of Nagato's Resentment The lonely Forbidden City in spring, the remaining lanterns at dawn are still there. I have never been a concubine, but I have occasionally failed in your favor.
The falling flowers hurt the face and temples, and the orioles’ cries frighten the dreaming soul. If Cuihua can be treated, Lao Changmen should be spared.
Bai Juyi On a moonlit night in early winter, I received a letter and several poems from Huangfu Zezhou. Because of the occasional long sentence in the newspaper, there were two or three chapters of clear jade rhyme, and seven or eight lines of fallen foil silver hooks. My heart is chasing newspapers and books hanging at the feet of wild geese, and my dream is looking for a way around the sheep's intestines.
There is a bright moon in the sky south of the water, but it is cold enough in the north of the mountain to get frost early. What I hate the most is the newly brewed wine. I won’t be able to taste it in the winter.
Bai Juyi's Meng Wei Zhi When night comes, we travel hand in hand with dreams, and when we wake up in the morning, we can't hold back the tears. The old man in Zhangpu was ill for three times, and the grass and trees in Xianyang returned to autumn for the eighth time.
You buried your bones in the mud under the spring, but I sent them to the world with a head full of snow. Ah Wei and Han Lang went there one after another, but Ye Tai was confused as to whether he knew.
Bai Juyi and Yang Liushangshu frequently sent new poems, many of which expressed the desire to get along with each other in leisure... He reported this and said: "The king is not old enough to hang a chariot, and he will drive away the old man Xian before they get together." If you are in good health, you should have a gold seal and a ribbon, and if you are in a high position, you will be called a white mustache.
If you talk about the origin of earthly things, just ask the cloud that the mind is at ease. Advances and retreats are all just a dream, and so are the towers in the hills.
Bai Juyi wrote poems in lieu of letters, and sent them as a reward for his admiration for Chao Shangshu. The poetry in the letters is not accidental, and bitter clouds dream in Linquan. I wish to be the lover of mist in the Valley of Foolishness, and to have a connection with Buddhism and the incense.
Every time I am ashamed of my love for the ministers, I feel sorry for the lay people who are constantly ill. I don’t know if I’m happy with my stay, but I went to my old school in 1967.
Mou Rong traveled to Hangzhou and wrote a poem to send it to me. It is autumn for a while, but I heard that you are traveling far away alone. The wind and smoke in the Zhejiang River remind people of the past, and the figures in Chuxiang ascend to the building.
The book is cold and the shadows of wild geese are beside the clouds, and the dream is full of sadness under the ape moon. Thinking of my old friend and working hard for a long time, it is better to go to Cangzhou where he lives.
Mou Rong Seeing Off Guests in Hangzhou The west wind blows coldly through the mink fur, and the traveler is in a hurry and does not stay for a while. The sails take the sunset to Yuepu, and my heart follows the bright moon to Hangzhou. 3. Poems about homesickness
01. I would like to ask you about the flowing water in the east, who is the opposite of you? ——Li Bai 02. I advise you to drink a glass of wine. There is no old friend when you leave Yangguan in the west.
——Wang Wei 03. Wherever the sails are anchored at sunset, the sight of the horizon will break your heart. ——Meng Haoran 04. The shadow of the lone sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky.
——Li Bai 05. We know each other in the sea, and we are neighbors in the world. ——Wang Bo 06. Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown.
——Li Bai 07. I wish you a long life and a long life. ——Su Shi 08. Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during festive seasons.
——Wang Wei 09. If you were transformed into hundreds of billions of people, they would disperse to the top of the mountain and look at your hometown. ——Liu Zongyuan 10. When you asked about the return date, the autumn ponds swelled with rain at night in Bashan.
——Li Shangyin 11. The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine back on me? ——Wang Anshi 12. I don’t know where the reeds are blowing, and all the people are looking for their hometowns in one night.
——Li Yi 13. The wandering thoughts of floating clouds, the love of old friends in the setting sun. ——Li Bai 14. Parting in a leisurely way, reminiscing about feelings for no reason.
——Xu Shu 15. I know that the human heart is not like a tree, so why do you think that separation is like a flower? ——Xiao Zixian 16. It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet. The east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered.
——Li Shangyin 17. When will we know each other when we miss each other, it is embarrassing at this time and this night. ——Li Bai 18. Endless sorrow is the sorrow of separation, and I have thought about it all over the world.
——Yan Shu 19. After leaving, I don’t know how far away you are, how desolate it is to see you! ——Ouyang Xiu 20. It rains in the middle of the night on the sycamore leaves, and the sound of the leaves is parting. ——Zhou Zizhi 21. The melancholy Xiaoying and the waning moon say goodbye.
No sound and dust. ——Wei Zhuang 22. Passion has hurt parting since ancient times, making it even more embarrassing and neglecting the Qingqiu Festival.
——Liu Yong 23. The passage of time should be a waste of good times and good scenery. ——Liu Yong 24. The sorrow of separation is causing thousands of threads to be in chaos, and the flying catkins are flying across the east road.
——Zhang Xian 25. The sorrow of separation gradually becomes infinite, and the distance is like spring water. ——Ouyang Xiu 26. After a long journey back to Qingye, people’s words are gradually unknown, and I return home with sadness.
——Zhou Bangyan 27. For fear of the pain of separation, there are many things that I want to talk about but I still have to stop. ——Li Qingzhao 28. Where I stare, there is a new sadness from now on.
——Li Qingzhao 29. I shed tears on my soul clothes immediately, I am really haggard. ——Cheng Gai 30. Where does sorrow come from? It leaves people’s hearts in autumn.
——Wu Wenying 31. The rain tonight will turn into acacia trees. ——Liu Ji 32. I am speechless when I leave, and the drizzle and wind cover the door.
——Yang Shen 33. Things are different and people are not the same, everything is over. If you want to speak, shed tears first. ——Li Qingzhao 34. Because of the hardships of thinking about people and affairs, the sadness of separation and the regret of separation, when will it be infinite? ——Liu Yong 35. Sitting alone and leaning high in the Mingyue Tower, the wine fills my heart with sadness, turning into tears of lovesickness.
——Fan Zhongyan 36. A tired guest at the end of the world, returning to the mountains, looking away from his hometown. ——Su Shi 37. The spring lights in the two places end at the same day, and the residents miss their guests and their homes.
——Bai Juyi 38. Tonight, when the moon is bright and everyone looks out, I wonder who is missing in autumn? ——Wang Jian 39. Hearing the broken willows in this nocturne, who can’t help but feel the love of his hometown? ——Li Bai 40. The bright moon rises on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time. ——Zhang Jiuling 41. The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.
——Du Yong 42. Relatives and friends in Luoyang are like asking each other, with a heart of ice in a jade pot. ——Wang Changling 43. Don’t worry about the road ahead because you don’t know who you are. No one in the world knows you! ——Gao Shi 44. The green mountains are together with the clouds and rain, but the bright moon has never been the two towns.
——Wang Changling 45. How can I be so worried this time? Li Qingzhao 46. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I only lower my brows, but it is in my heart. ——Li Qingzhao 47. Asking you how much sorrow you can have is like a river of spring water flowing eastward.
——Li Yu 48. Separation from hatred is just like grass in spring. The farther you go, the more you will live. ——Li Yu 49. Everyone comes to this matter, between their brows and in their hearts, and there is no way to avoid it.
——Fan Zhongyan 50. Constant cutting and confusion are the sorrow of divorce, not the ordinary feeling in the heart. ——Li Yu 51. There is no reason to get drunk when the heart is broken. The wine has not yet arrived, but it turns into tears first.
——Fan Zhongyan 52. The spring river is full of tears, endless flow, and a lot of sorrow. 53. I sent the king and his grandson away again, with their arms full of flowers.
——Bai Juyi 54. When you come from your hometown, you should know about your hometown. Will the winter plum blossoms bloom in front of the beautiful window tomorrow? ——Wang Wei 55. I would rather love a piece of soil in my hometown than a thousand taels of gold in a foreign country.
56. A leaf of duckweed returns to the sea, where will we meet again! 57. A cup of turbid wine can travel thousands of miles away, but there is no way to return home. 58. Beautiful or not, it depends on the water of my hometown, whether I am close or not, it depends on the people of my hometown.
59. The human face is nowhere to be seen, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze. ——Cui Hu 60. I can’t see the person from last year, and the sleeves of my spring shirt are filled with tears.
——Ouyang Xiu 61. Where are the people who came to play with the moon? The scenery is still the same as last year. ——Zhao Gu 62. Cut off the water with a knife, and the water will flow more; raise a cup to relieve the sorrow, and the sorrow will become more sorrowful.
——Li Bai.
4. Ten poems about homesickness
1. "Homesickness"
Li Gou of the Song Dynasty
People say that the setting sun is the end of the world, and you can't see your home until you reach the end of the world.
I already hate that the Bishan Mountains are blocking each other, and the Bishan Mountains are still covered by dusk clouds.
2. "Letter from the Capital"
Yuan Kai of the Ming Dynasty
The river is three thousand miles away, and the letter from home contains fifteen lines.
There is no other words to say, except to return home soon.
3. "Looking at the Mountains with the Master Haochu and Paying Message to Relatives in Beijing"
Dai Shulun of the Tang Dynasty
The sharp mountains by the sea are like sword awns, and autumn is cutting them everywhere feeling of sadness.
If I were to transform myself into a hundred billion people, I would disperse up to the top of the mountain and look at my hometown.
4. "Wen Yan"
Wei Yingwu of the Tang Dynasty
Where is the hometown? It’s a leisurely time to return to your thoughts.
On an autumn rainy night in Huainan, Gaozhai heard the arrival of wild geese.
5. "Miscellaneous Poems"
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
You come from your hometown, so you should know the things in your hometown.
Will the winter plum blossoms bloom in front of the beautiful window tomorrow?
6. "Great Night Works"
Gao Shi of the Tang Dynasty
The hotel is sleepless under the cold light, and the guest's heart becomes sad.
I miss my hometown tonight, and I will see another year of frost on my temples tomorrow.
7. "Going Home"
Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty
The childish child held up his clothes and asked, why is it too late to return?
***Who fights for time and wins the silk on the sideburns?
8. "Inscribed on the Northern Station of Dayu Mountain"
Questions about the Tang and Song Dynasties
The geese are flying to the south under the overcast moon, and the rumor ends here.
My journey has not ended yet. When will I come back?
The river is still and the tide is beginning to fall, and the forest is dim and closed.
In the Ming Dynasty, when looking at the countryside, you should see Longtou plum.
9. "Farewell at the Jingmen Gate"
Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
Crossing the Jingmen Gate, I came to travel from the Kingdom of Chu.
The mountains end with the plains, and the river flows into the wilderness.
Under the moonlight, there is a flying mirror, and the clouds are forming sea towers.
I still pity the water of my hometown, and send my boat sailing thousands of miles away.
10. "Moonlit Night, Hundreds of Young Brothers"
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The garrison drum cuts off the pedestrian line, and the wild geese make an autumn sound.
The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.
My brothers are all scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death.
Sending letters often fails to arrive, and the situation is that the army has not stopped. 5. Poems about dreams and love
1. Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his dawn dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos. (Li Shangyin. "Jin Se")
2. The dawn dream follows the sparse clock and floats on the clouds. (Li Qingzhao. "Dawn Dream")
3. At night, I had a deep dream and suddenly returned home. I was dressing up outside the small Xuan window. (Su Shi. "Jiang Chengzi")
4. In the dream, I didn't know that I was a guest, and I was greedy for pleasure for a while. (Li Yu. "Lang Tao Sha")
5. The dream of returning to the motherland makes me shed tears. (Li Yu. "Midnight Song")
6. How much hatred was in my dream last night. It's still like visiting Shangyuan in the old days. (Li Yu. "Looking to the South of the Yangtze River")
7. The steam is rising over the dreamy lake, and the waves are shaking Yueyang City. (Meng Haoran. "Looking at Dongting Lake and presenting it to Prime Minister Zhang")
8. I found it in my dream while sleeping on my pillow, but the dream failed to turn into a lamp and ignited. (Ouyang Xiu. "Jade House Spring·I don't know whether you are far or near after farewell")
9. Feeling nostalgic for my old friend, I am tired of dreaming at night. (Meng Haoran. "The Summer Pavilion Huai Xin Da")
10. After all the tears, the dream cannot come true, and the sound of singing is heard in the front hall late at night. (Bai Juyi. "Gong Ci") 6. 20 ancient poems about homesickness
1. "Two Poems on Going Out of the Fortress·One" Tang Dynasty: Wang Changling Original text: The bright moon in the Qin Dynasty and the pass in the Han Dynasty, people on the long march of thousands of miles Not returned.
But the flying generals of Dragon City are here, and Huma is not taught to cross the Yin Mountains. Translation: It’s still the bright moon and border gates of the Qin and Han Dynasties, guarding the border and fighting fiercely against the enemy for thousands of miles, and the people who were recruited have not yet returned.
If Li Guang, the flying general of Dragon City, was still here, the Xiongnu would never be allowed to go south to herd horses across the Yinshan Mountains. 2. "Farewell to Xin Jian at the Furong Tower" Tang Dynasty: Wang Changling Original text: Entering Wu at night in the cold rain and falling across the river, I see off my guest Chu Shangu in the clear day.
Relatives and friends in Luoyang are like asking each other, with a heart of ice in a jade pot. Translation: The misty misty rain spreads all over the Wu River and the sky all night long; I see you off in the early morning, and I feel so sad about leaving Chushan alone! My friend, if my relatives and friends in Luoyang ask about me, just say that I am still as cold as a jade pot and stick to my faith! 3. "Quiet Night Thoughts" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai Original text: 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. Translation: The bright moonlight shines on the window paper in front of the bed, as if there is a layer of frost on the ground.
I couldn't help but raise my head and look at the bright moon in the sky outside the window. I couldn't help but lower my head and think about my hometown far away. 4. "Remembering My Brother on a Moonlit Night" Tang Dynasty: Du Fu Original text: Drums cut off the line of 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. All my brothers are scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death.
The letter sent was not delivered, and the army was not suspended.
Translation: The sound of watch drums on the garrison has cut off people's communication. In the autumn of the border fortress, a lone goose is chirping.
Tonight has entered the Bailu solar term, and the moon is still the brightest in my hometown. I have brothers but they are all scattered. I have no home and cannot inquire about life and death.
Letters sent home to Luoyang City often cannot be delivered, not to mention the frequent wars that have not stopped. 5. "Remembering Shandong Brothers on September 9th" Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei Original text: Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during the festive season.
I know from afar that when my brothers climb to a high place, there is one less person planting dogwood trees everywhere. Translation: A person is alone as a guest in a foreign country, and misses his relatives far away even more during festivals.
I recall that when my brothers climbed high and looked far into the distance today, I was the only one missing with their heads full of dogwood trees. 6. "Spring Hope" Tang Dynasty: Du Fu Original text: The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is full of spring vegetation.
I shed tears when I am grateful for the flowers, and I hate others and scare the birds. The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold.
The white-headed scratches are shorter, and the lust is overwhelming. Translation: Chang'an fell, the country was shattered, and only the mountains and rivers remained; spring came, and the sparsely populated Chang'an city was lush with vegetation.
Feeling sentimental about state affairs, I can’t help but burst into tears, and the chirping of birds frightens my heart, which only adds to the sorrow and hatred of separation. The continuous war has continued until now. Letters from home are rare, and one letter is worth ten thousand taels of gold.
Wrapped in sorrow, I scratched my head and thought. My white hair became shorter and shorter, and I couldn’t even insert the hairpin. 7. "Two Occasional Poems on Returning to Hometown Part 1" Tang Dynasty: He Zhizhang Original text: When I was young, I left home and my boss came back, but my local pronunciation has not changed and my hair on my temples has faded.
Children who don’t recognize each other laugh and ask where the guest is from. Translation: I left my hometown when I was young and came back in my old age.
Although my local accent has not changed, the hair on my temples has become thinner. When the children saw me, no one recognized me.
They smiled and asked: Where did this guest come from? 8. "I heard that the army was taking over Henan and Hebei" Tang Dynasty: Du Fu Original text: Suddenly it was heard outside the sword that they were taking over Jibei. When I first heard about it, my clothes were filled with tears. But seeing where his wife is worried, she writes poems and books filled with joy and joy.
During the day, you have to sing and drink, and you can return home with your youth. That is to say, it passes through Wu Gorge from Ba Gorge and then goes down to Xiangyang towards Luoyang.
Translation: Outside Jianmen Pass, good news suddenly spread that the government troops had recovered the northern Hebei area. I was so happy that my clothes were filled with tears.
Looking back at my wife and children, I have swept away all my worries and rolled up my poems and books. The whole family is overjoyed. I want to drink and sing and go back to my hometown together.
My heart and soul had already soared, so I walked from Ba Gorge through Wu Gorge, then to Xiangyang and straight to Luoyang. 9. "Autumn Thoughts" Tang Dynasty: Zhang Ji Original text: Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang City, I want to write a book with great meaning.
I’m afraid that I can’t say it all in a hurry, and the pedestrians are about to open it again. Translation: The autumn wind has begun to blow again in Luoyang City, and the cool breeze has stirred up the thousands of thoughts buried in my heart, so I wanted to write a letter to express my longing for my family.
Worried about the rush of time and leaving something unwritten, I opened the envelope again and checked it before leaving. 10. "Crossing the Han River" Tang Dynasty: Song Zhiwen Original text: Lingwai Yin Shu ends, after winter comes back to spring.
I am even more timid when I am close to my hometown and dare not ask anyone. Translation: Exiled to Lingnan, cut off contact with relatives, survived the winter and experienced a new spring.
The closer I got to my hometown, the more timid I became, and I didn’t dare to ask about the people who came from home. 11. "Rewarding Lotte at the First Banquet in Yangzhou" Tang Dynasty: Liu Yuxi Original text: Bashan Chushui is a desolate place, abandoned for twenty-three years.
Nostalgically reciting the poems on the flute in the air, and when I go to the countryside to read them, I feel like a dead person. Thousands of sails pass by the side of the sunken boat, and thousands of trees spring in front of the diseased trees.
Listen to a song of Junge today, and just have a glass of wine to keep your spirits up. Translation: In the desolate place of Bashan and Chushui, I lived in silence for twenty-three years.
I can only play the flute and compose poems, and I feel so melancholy. When I came back, things were different and people were different. I was like a dead man. By the side of the sunken boat, thousands of sails were racing; in front of the diseased tree, thousands of trees were in spring.
Let me listen to you sing a song today, and cheer me up with a glass of wine. 12. "The Fisherman's Proud Autumn Thoughts" Tang Dynasty: Fan Zhongyan Original text: The scenery is strange when autumn comes under Saixia, but the geese in Hengyang leave without paying attention.
There are sounds from all sides, thousands of miles away, long smoke and sunset, solitary city closed. A cup of turbid wine can lead to a home thousands of miles away, but Yan Ran has no plan to return home.
The ground is covered with frost, the Qiang pipes are covered with frost, people are sleepless, and the general's hair is white and his husband is in tears. Translation: The scenery on the border is completely different when autumn comes, and the geese flying towards Hengyang show no nostalgia.
The mournful sounds from the border areas came from all directions along with the sound of horns, in the overlapping mountain peaks. The dusk is heavy, the sun is setting over the mountains, and the lonely city gate is tightly closed.
Drinking a glass of old wine and remembering my hometown thousands of miles away, I have a lot of thoughts. I think of the injustice on the border, the unfinished achievements, and I don’t know when I can return to my hometown. The Qiang people's flutes played melodiously, and frost spread all over the earth.
It was late at night, and the soldiers could not sleep peacefully. Both the generals and the soldiers had their hair dyed white by the frost and snow, and they had to cry silently. 13. "Ding Feng Bo·Nanhai Returns to Wang Dingguo's Waiter Yu Niang" Song Dynasty: Su Shi Original text: Wang Dingguo's son is called Rounu. His surname is Yuwen. He has beautiful features and good coping skills. His family background lives in the capital.
After Dingguo moved to the south, I asked Rou: "Is the climate in Guangnan bad?" Rou replied: "This is my hometown where I feel at ease." Because of the suffix.
I often envy the jade man in the world, and the heaven should beg for the sweet lady. The clear song spreads to the white teeth, the wind blows, the snow flies and the sea of ??flames becomes cool.
After returning from thousands of miles away, my face becomes less and less beautiful, and my smile still carries the fragrance of plum blossoms. I asked if Lingnan was not good, but he said: This place where I feel at ease is my hometown.
Translation: I often envy the man in this world who is as handsome and handsome as a jade carving. Even God takes pity on him and gives him a soft and intelligent beauty to accompany him. Everyone praised that woman.