2. Whose rain flute flies in the dark, and the spring breeze permeates Los Angeles. In this nocturne, everyone can't remember the national conditions. (Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night")
3. But how many inches of grass there is in love, it will be rewarded with three spring rays-Don Meng Jiao 4. I often go, and the willow is Yi Yi; Today, when I thought about it, it rained -5. The heart flies away from the south cloud and follows the northern geese. How many more chrysanthemums have been planted under the fence in my hometown today?
6. It's a long night in the rain, and the lights are lonely. My hometown is full of clouds and water, which is not suitable for Qiu Meng.
7. It is always a faint disappointment to hear the face of hometown on a moonlit night. As if in the fog, waving goodbye, after parting, homesickness is a tree that has no rings and never grows old-Xi Murong's homesickness.
8. A stranger in a foreign land misses his relatives twice during holidays. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
9. People say that sunset is the end of the world. Castle Peak is being influenced by Castle Peak, which covers my sight. Twilight, Castle Peak.
10. When you die, you know that everything is empty, but you are sad to see Kyushu. Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news!
1 1. My hometown is full of clouds and water, which is not suitable for Qiu Meng.
12. The child held hands and asked, why haven't you come back? * * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns?
13. Elegy is weeping. From a distance, it can be a folk song of Danggui-HanYuefu.
2. Homesick poetry, thinking at night
Tang Libai
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly,
Is there frost already? .
Looking up, I found it was moonlight.
I sank again and suddenly remembered home.
cloudy and drizzly for days on end
Tang Bai Juyi
It's foggy in Kesash, and the mountains and rivers are deep here.
In autumn, the sound of the beach is more urgent and the canyon is overcast.
Looking at the clouds to cover your eyes, homesick for raindrops.
How will you comfort your loneliness? Thanks to this north window piano.
Kezhong cold food
Tang Lizhong
Cold food after a trip, homesickness and tears.
The sound book is broken in the sky, and the peach and plum spring rain.
Not in the mood to drink, but there is reason to sing.
How many people lost outside his suburbs and went out for an outing.
River bank in autumn
Don Du Xunhe
Driving along the river, homesick step by step.
Raise the whip and wave the willow color, and then lose the cicada sound.
Long road of autumn crops, about the ancient city of Leng Yun.
The family is poor and rich, and there is no land to return to farming.
Send friends to the river in the south.
Don Zhang Qiao
Where homesickness accumulates, there is world turmoil.
The shore is long and the group is late, and the lake is wide and sails in autumn.
Buy wine over fishermen, divide the lights and fish the boat.
When Xiaoxiang sees a goose, it is advisable to travel alone.
Homesick work
Tang buxie
People in northern Luzhou are definitely lost, but the letter from Yunnan has never been answered.
If you don't sweep the flowers in front of the court, you will climb the willow outside the door.
Selling silver candles after sitting for a long time will lose face.
Hanging in the autumn night, Wan Li shines on the mountains.
Nostalgia in winter
Tangzhouhe
The wilderness began to be strict and the sky was clear and cloudless.
Trees are cold and birds are rare, and monks are rare in the mountains.
Collect the snow on the back window of the sun and open the furnace to release the inkstone ice.
I suddenly returned to my old country and wanted to live in Xiling.
Yunmeng Ancient Town in Wang Qiu
Tang rongyu
The ruins of the old country are there, so I want to travel to the old place when I board the ship.
Once people change, thousands of years of water will flow in vain.
Dream Zhu Hongsheng night, Jingmen tree color autumn.
When the clouds don't disperse, I look at my homesickness.
Work at night
Don
The cold light in the hotel stayed alone and didn't sleep, and the guest turned sad.
Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts, and the Ming Dynasty is worried for another year.
Gu Xiang xing Hua
Donskontu
Send flowers and wine to celebrate the new opening, with flowers on the left and cups on the right.
Ask a cuttlefish and a glass of wine. How can an old friend be different?
Homesickness outside the river
Tangweizhuang
I am always outside. Every spring, I am alone in the country, sitting under a tree and drinking. The trees on the tree should also know my homesickness.
Seeing the setting sun on the river bank, it seems that my heart has been torn into pieces of willow leaves.
Look into the distance
Don
There are many mangrove temples on a mountain with sad winter scenery.
Zhong Xuan is full of homesick tears, and Zhang Shuidong flows like jade waves.
He Sanxiang's poems
Tanggaoqu
North and South Qian Shan, Wanshan, Che Xuan who don't want home.
Being alone will make you sad, for fear of hurting peaches and plums.
On the poem containing the word "hometown", I move forward. I cried until my tears ran out, and I saw a ship in the distant sky. -"Early Cold Jiang Huai", Meng Haoran, looking up, found that it was moonlight, and then sinking, I suddenly remembered home. -"Silent Night Thinking", Li Bai, water has brought you home. Draw your boat for three hundred miles. -"Seeing Friends Off at Jingmen Ferry" (Tang), Li Bai, the New Year only deepens my thoughts and is alone in the world. -New Year Pictures (Tang Dynasty), Liu Changqing's style. There is no such sound in my hometown. -Sauvignon Blanc (Qing Dynasty) Nalanxingde's hometown is a thousand miles away tonight, another year of the Ming Dynasty. -Night Work (Tang Dynasty) is highly suitable for you who came from my old country. Tell me what happened there! . -Miscellaneous Poems (Tang Dynasty) Wang Wei was in a foreign land and missed his relatives every holiday. -Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my brother's homesickness in Shandong (Tang Dynasty). -where is the homesickness of Tang and Li eating cold food? -When I sent a friend to Jiangnan, Tang Zhang Qiao left home when he was young, but the local accent didn't change. -He Zhang now, close to my village, meet people, I dare not ask a question. -"Crossing the Han River" Song Wenzhi.
4. Poems about homesickness are better than homesickness, so use them tomorrow. Thanks to the collection of netizen Hu Yu -3699, the following is 15 homesick poems except Yu Guangzhong's, for your reference and hope to help you.
16. I miss my hometown/Ruhr waits for spring under the lights for countless nights. When spring comes, flowers will think of bloom and hometown ... Spring is waiting to slip away from my hometown again and again. Disappeared in the bitter memory of my hometown, the wind is always so light, and the rain is always the fragrance of apricot flowers in the mountains, which can overflow the four seasons of my life. Every time I open it, it looks like an altar of sweet osmanthus rice wine, a struggling river that can never go out, a pomegranate that can never grow on the branches bent by countless naughty feet, and my father's stern eyes ... I am the lightest smile that my father planted in my hometown. The worst seeds grow and blossom in the salty soil soaked by parents' sweat, and finally grow wings-fly away from home. Away from my father, away from the apricot blossoms that bloom all over the mountains at night, I struggled out of Beiguan-the people who climbed out always wanted to stand back, and they were always the mother of a peasant woman, rushing around the land, waiting for the whimsical suffering, waiting for the sunset and standing in the dusk. My mother enjoys poverty very much and is looking forward to singing to her, but I dare not sing to her. Whenever I sing her, I can't help crying. No matter how long my face is, I can't sing that my feelings for my mother are as light as wild chrysanthemums, as simple as mountain springs and as plain as apricot flowers. I don't know whether to stay away from home or away from home. I don't know whether I betrayed the land or the land betrayed the mountains. One day, I knocked on the stone road with my footsteps. One day, I recorded the wrinkles on my father's face with a brush. One day, I don't need a nation, and I don't need bel canto to shout in the most primitive voice-mother! One day, I went to see if the handwriting on the bluestone on the mountainside had already been blown away by the wind, and whether the cry of the top of the mountain at the beginning of love was still floating in the valley. 1, the way home always comes to my mind when I close my eyes at night, and the way home is full of joys and sorrows of my childhood. Sweet and sour.
Tears and smiling faces at this moment, whether bitter or sweet, are melodious songs in memory, like a clear spring hometown road carrying me through yesterday. Yesterday, I was ragged and ran with the wind, chasing a smiling spring on a dirt road full of weeds. 2. I am homesick in the rain, and it is raining in Mao Mao. The raindrops falling in the drizzle sky are like the rain that a wanderer keeps missing his hometown. It must have washed away a clean village. In the dreams of the villagers, the wheat waves rolled over a corner of the green trees, braving the smoke and imagining climbing to the top of their hometown. Father sat on the door of the old house, wiped his forehead with the back of his hand and lit a cigarette. Squinting my eyes, I watched the rain dripping on the eaves and merging into a cheerful stream flowing to the green fields. Sitting at the door of my hometown and looking at the rolling clouds in the air, the blue sky of Shuwa is getting deeper and deeper because of more and more clouds. On an apricot tree with a thick bowl in front of the door, a donkey is chewing grass. I don't know which donkey called it out. The donkey also raised its neck and called out a white rabbit. White as snow suddenly jumped up and stopped from me. Several chickens ran out of the grass screaming, and one of them swallowed a bug as soon as its neck was stretched out. A familiar voice made me look at the intersection. Thin mother is driving the pig home. The Song of Homesickness is a melodious and beautiful song of homesickness. The moon always hangs in the middle of the night, and the stars blink. A wisp of Wei Yun was cut off by the breeze. On such a night, I gently sang loveliness with my homesick heart. The beautiful hometown of blue sky, white clouds, green mountains, green water and golden wheat waves must be rolling in again. You see, the corners of the villagers' mouths are smiling again. Tonight, just sleep peacefully, sleep in a dream with your hometown and have a happy dream. When you wake up, maybe my father drove the donkey with a whip and brought some hope. Hometown, the hometown of my poetry, a village lying in a ravine, I want to write a poem praising your hometown with the pen in my hand and the thoughts flowing in my heart. My hometown is in the sky. The rolling back of the mountains is singing in the ravine. The lights in the moonlight sparkle with beans, and the breeze blows up the skirts at night. So I put wings in the dream of the mountain people, fly, fly ... to the glorious hometown ahead. In the dim candlelight, your son knocked on the keyboard with tears in his eyes and arranged the missing sentences into jumping lines. On May 1 day, he went home to pack a bag of homesickness and set foot on a train crawling on the mountain road. Dear hometown, your son is coming to you. How many times have I returned to the wandering dream? Homesickness is like this flying dust, falling all the way to the late-night castle peak in my hometown. How many times the stream slowly flows back into the dream of the wanderer, homesickness is like this beautiful scenery, with pictures flowing in the poems of the wanderer, and the willows sprout new green all the way.
How many times have the flowers recalled the memory of the wanderer? Homesickness is like this touching spring. In the deep eyes of the wanderer looking at his hometown, he led to lingering attachment and went home. The wheel ran over the mountain road in my hometown, so the corner of the vicissitudes of life was hidden in the gap of the leaves. Poetry after waking up at 7 noon, my hometown is used to entertaining wanderers home, but I am no longer used to taking a quiet nap at home. Wind, birds, chickens and tractors awaken hot money from dreams. The sun shines obliquely on the face through the window grilles, and the spring birds' songs mingle with the children's laughter and echo outside the wooden fence.
Look at the spring breeze running in the blue sky. Wei Yun waved snow-white long sleeves to cheer for spring. Green wheat seedlings carpeted the hillside. Poems of hope are rolling in their hometown villages. The children are playing among apricot, pear and peach blossoms. Adults scold children and scare you away from spring. There is a flock of birds flapping their wings in the rebuke of adults on the old locust tree and flying west to the sun. 8 hometown, hometown, hometown, I was born and raised in my hometown. Every night when I am wandering in a foreign land, my dreams always haunt you. The winding mountain road left every footprint of my growth, witnessed the slow growth of a mountain village teenager, witnessed the waves rolling in the spring breeze along the roadside of a mountain village, just like the villagers' beautiful hopes drifted to the distant dream, and the mountains connected with the fields were continuously extended to the distant dream. The peaks that disappeared in the sky are generations of grandparents and grandchildren.