"The old dream is vaguely there, and people are near dusk, and they want to die several times, and they want to sigh and say nothing."
Travel poems are also called travel poems and travel poems. Throughout the ages, many poets and poets have used poems and songs to express their worries about life in a foreign land, their loneliness of wandering and their longing for the impermanence of life. Missing one's loved ones, homesickness for one's hometown, and understanding of one's life situation are eternal themes in poetry.
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1. boarding
Alone in the pub,
I am surrounded by loneliness and sadness.
Under the cold lamp, I meditated on the past,
A lost wild goose kept me awake.
Wake up from a hazy dream at dawn,
A year later, I read the news of my hometown.
I remember the moon as smoke on the river,
A fishing boat is moored there, under my door.
2. Night parking on Jiande River
Tang Meng Hao ran
When my boat was moored in the fog,
As the sun fades, old memories begin.
How wide the world is, how close the trees are to heaven,
How clear the moon is on the water! .
3. Flute in Los Angeles in spring night
Tang Libai
Whose Yu Di flies in the dark,
Spring breeze scattered in Los Angeles.
In this serenade, I heard the sound of willows.
Who can't stand homesickness!
4. Night berth near Fengqiao
Tang zhangji
Frosty night,
Jiang Feng sleeps in the fire.
Hanshan Temple outside Gusu,
The midnight bell arrived at the passenger ship.
5. "Be good and walk early"
Tang Wen Ting Yun
I began to recruit priests in the morning and felt sorry for my hometown.
When a chicken crows at the Maodian Moon, people walk on the Banqiao Frost.
Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, and orange flowers are on the wall of the post.
Because they remembered Ling Du's dream, the geese returned home full of food.
I thought of my brothers in Shandong when I was on holiday in the mountains.
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I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
7. I miss my hometown from winter to day and night in Handan.
Tang Bai Juyi
Every winter solstice, I am accompanied by the shadow in front of the knee lamp.
If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers.
8. quatrains
Don du fu
The water waves in the river, the white feathers of waterfowl, the green and red flowers on the mountain are in contrast, and you want to burn.
This spring is coming to an end. When will I go home?
moonlit night
Climb the balcony
Don du fu
9.moonlit night
In Fuzhou, far away, she is watching the moonlight.
Looking at it alone from the window of her room.
For our children, poor little baby,
They are all too small to know where the capital is.
Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist,
Her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight.
When can we lie on the screen again,
Look at the bright light and stop crying? .
10. Climb the mountain
In the wild wind in the vast sky, the ape is sobbing,
Birds fly over the clear lake and white sand beach and fly home.
Leaves fall like a waterfall,
The Yangtze River stretches as far as the eye can see.
I came from three thousand miles away. Sadness is accompanied by autumn,
With my hundred years of sorrow, I climbed this height alone.
Bad luck has frosted my temples,
Heartache and fatigue are a thick layer of dust in my wine.
1 1. Baihua Pavilion
Tang Bai Juyi
Zhu Xi is empty, and the cool wind is in early August.
The shape of the mountain is like the beginning, and the color of the river is like Tonglu.
Buddhist temples enter by boat and people sleep in the water.
There is still the moon in Gaoting, so why stay tonight?
12. Twilight in the mountain village
Tangjiadao
Cold sounds can be heard miles away. People in the mountains live in scattered places and there are no neighbors nearby.
Birds are twittering in the wilderness, and the faint sunset scares passers-by.
A crescent moon did not take away the long night, and the flame on the border did not cross the Sanqin.
Outside a few bleak mulberry trees in the distance, the smoke from kitchen chimneys gradually began to make people feel close.
13. Visiting an old friend in a country inn
Don Dai Shulun
On the autumn night, a full moon hangs high in the sky, and Guanghua is sprinkled in the palace in Miyagi Prefecture.
Meet by chance, on the south side of the river, the skeptic of dreams.