Zhang Xian
Looking at the tall buildings from afar is sad, and the heart of missing is beyond words. When will such a thing end?
There seems to be nothing more powerful than love in this world!
The sadness of parting is implicated in countless wicker entanglements, not to mention the weeping willows in East Street.
I also saw your horse neighing, running farther and farther, and the dust kept rising on the road. Ah, ah, where do you want me to find your trace?
The pool is very stable, a pair of mandarin ducks swim in the water, the north is passable, and there is a boat in the water.
The ladder on the falcon pavilion has been removed, and after dusk, I still face the curtain alone and look at the oblique moon on it.
With deep resentment, I have repeatedly pondered whether my fate can be like a peach blossom and apricot tree, married to Dongfeng and gone with the wind.
Yujiexing
Song Fan Zhongyan
The fallen leaves are fragrant. The night is silent and cold. Every night, we can see the tulle moon, but the one we love is thousands of miles away.
Sadness is inch by inch, and it is hard to make yourself intoxicated if you want to drown your sorrows in wine. I got drunk for no reason. Tears come before wine.
The afterglow of the lamp extinguished the pillow. Know the taste of loneliness. This bitter waiting is still far away, although it is a long time, there is no way to escape.
2. The poem "Missing Hometown" describing hometown and motherland;
The sea rises and the moon rises, and the horizon at this time * * * "(Zhang Jiuling),
"I miss my relatives twice during the festive season" (Wang Wei),
"Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank again, and I suddenly remembered home" (Li Bai).
"He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home!" Du Fu,
"Spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan, when will the bright moon shine on me" (Wang Anshi),
"At that time, the bright moon was like a colorful cloud" (Yan)
Thoughts in the dead of night
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly,
Is there frost already? ,
Looking up, I found it was moonlight.
Looking down, I feel nostalgic.
Wang Wei-thinking of my Shandong brother on vacation in the mountains.
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.
Ci Yin Mu
The thread in the loving mother's hand,
Make clothes for her wayward son.
She sewed it carefully, mended it thoroughly,
Afraid that the delay would make him come home late.
But how much love does an inch of grass have,
Make three spring scenery.
Yellow Crane Tower
Every tree in Hanyang becomes clear in the water.
Parrot Island is a nest of sweet grass.
But I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker.
The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy.
Poems of missing
1. It's ringing, asking for its friendly voice->
2. Give me a peach and a plum->
Give me a papaya and give it back to Joan. -& gt；
4. Since we know each other, why do we have to meet each other? -Han Yuefu folk songs & gt
5. Wan Li is near-the Three Kingdoms. Cao Weizhi & gt
However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven will still be our neighbor-Don Wang Bo.
7. Not far from knowing each other, Wan Li is still a neighbor-Don Zhang Jiuling & gt
8. Young people learn new things when they are happy, but when they are old, they will miss their old friends-Don Hanyu & gt
9. Be friends with Wen Chang and neighbors with Germany-Tang Zuyong & gt
10. We were all unhappy until the end of the day when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? -Tang Bai Juyi & gt
1 1. Making friends in life is at the end, not for ups and downs-Tang Helan enters the Ming Dynasty & gt
12. There is no distinction between young and old in life, so why do you want to be homophony first? -Tang Du Fu>
13. Painting friends must be light, mountains like paper don't like peace-Green Weng Zhao & gt
"When the sea rises and the moon rises, the horizon is * * *" (Zhang Jiuling),
"I miss my relatives twice during the festive season" (Wang Wei),
"Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank again, and I suddenly remembered home" (Li Bai).
"He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home!" Du Fu,
"Spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan, when will the bright moon shine on me" (Wang Anshi),
"At that time, the bright moon was like a colorful cloud" (Yan)
Prelude to water melody
Chen Bing Mid-Autumn Festival, happily drank the next morning, drunk, wrote this word, and missed my brother Su Zhe.
When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know about palaces in the sky. What year is tonight? I want to go home in the wind, but I'm afraid I'll be too high to stand the cold. Dance to see what the shadow on the earth looks like.
The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
Thinking for a long time
& amplt； Anonymous >
Last autumn, this autumn.
People on the lake are happy and worried.
The West Lake still flows.
Wu and Jia.
In fifteen years, I turned my head,
Life is over, Hugh.
The magnificent mountains and rivers of the motherland: the mountains cover the day and the sea drains the golden river.
3. The bright thread of homesick poetry calligraphy is at the foot of my bed. Could it be frosted? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. (Li Bai: "Silent Night Thinking")
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.
Wind and fire in March, a letter from home is worth a ton of gold, 4 withered vines, old trees, faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, old roads and thin horses.
* * * Tears at the full moon, for the heart, five places, all sick with the same wish.
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.
When * * * cuts candles at the west window, it talks to the rain at dusk.
Wine turns into sorrow, into acacia tears.
You come from my old country. Tell me what happened there! . When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? (Wang Wei's miscellaneous poems)
Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail. ... the night now gives way to the ocean of the sun, and Jiang Chunren was in the old year. I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. (Wang Wan: a berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain)
It has been ten frost in Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night. For no reason, I crossed the mulberry river, but I hope that Bing is my hometown. (Liu Zao: "Journey to the North")
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.
Outside the ridge, the sound is broken, winter returns to winter and spring returns to spring. The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home. (Song Wenzhi, "Crossing the Han River")
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.
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.
It's only seven days in spring and two years away from home. The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom. (Xue Daoheng: "People are homesick every day")
The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.
But I looked at my hometown, and the twilight was getting thicker, and the mist of sadness was filled on the river waves.
Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed. Where do children come from when they meet strangers? (He Zhangzhi: Homecoming Book)
The drums of the defenders cut off people's communication, and a lonely goose was singing in autumn in the frontier. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop. (Du Fu: "Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night"
Yu Di's dark flying sound scattered into the spring breeze in Los Angeles. In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick. (Li Bai: The Flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night)
A glass of turbid wine belongs to Wan Li, and the tube is strong and full of frost.
4. Content of calligraphy works with the theme of "Love the motherland and love the hometown" Write an ancient poem about hometown or motherland with soft pen or hard pen.
short story
Patriotic article author: beware of the east wind
The soul returns to the mountains and rivers to fight Wan Li,
Books give good news and return my dreams.
Snow floats in Wan Li, sealing the Great Wall.
Endless land breeds heroes!
Medium length
Changsha in Qin Dynasty
On 1925
Independent cold autumn,
Xiangjiang river goes north,
Orange island.
Look at the mountains everywhere,
The layers of forest are completely dyed;
The river is full of water,
There were hundreds of battles.
The eagle hits the sky,
The fish is shallow,
Everything is free in the frost.
Loneliness,
Ask the boundless earth,
Who dominates the ups and downs?
Took a hundred couples on a trip.
Recalling the past, the years are thick.
Just classmates and teenagers,
In full bloom;
Scholar spirit,
Scold Fang Qiu.
Point out that this country,
Enlightening words,
Shit is Wan Huhou.
Do you ever remember,
Hit the middle of the river,
The waves stopped the flying boat?
long
I like your jingling camel bells.
It is it that makes the Silk Road go back to ancient times. I love your green grass buds.
It covers the desolate Gobi desert. I like your rural flute.
It is it that scatters colorful notes in all directions.
I like the tall buildings in your city.
It is it that puts people's ideals in the sun.
I like the blue waves of the Yangtze River.
It played and sang the voices of 56 nationalities.
I love you, waves of the Yellow River.
Raised 654.38+300 million people.
I like the majesty of the Great Wall.
It is the backbone of China people.
Huangshan, I love you.
It shows the beauty and dignity of the motherland.
I love your broad-minded plateau.
It is it that reveals the courage of the people of China.
I like the density of your sugarcane forest.
It is sweet to the hearts of hundreds of millions of people.
I like your open window.
It is it that makes the flower of civilization bloom.
I like your wave of reform.
It is it that takes off the hat of poverty and backwardness.
I like your clever mind.
It was it that won the gold medal for the four great inventions.
I love your hardworking hands.
It's for the modern motherland.
I like your great national flag.
It represents the direction of the people.
I like your colorful sails.
It is it that makes the ship of the century whistle and sail!
Motherland, I love you.
I like your Aoki grass show.
I like your birdsong and frog's singing.
I love your mountains and rivers.
I love your city, town and country.
I like your affair.
You love your beautiful sun.
Motherland, I love you.
You gave me life.
You gave me strength.
You give me the desire to plug in.
A pair of flying wings
5. Throughout the ages, many literati have been writing praises and thoughts about their hometown with pen and ink. You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! . When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? (Wang Wei: "Miscellaneous Poems")
2. I left home when I was young, and my local accent has not changed. Where do children come from when they meet strangers? (He Zhangzhi: Homecoming Book)
3. Leave the mountain to rest, winter will come, and spring will come. The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home. (Song Wenzhi, "Crossing the Han River")
Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail. ... the night now gives way to the ocean of the sun, and Jiang Chunren was in the old year. I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. (Wang Wan: a berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain)
It's only seven days in spring and two years away from home. The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom. (Xue Daoheng: "People are homesick every day")
6. The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is it frosty already? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. (Li Bai: "Silent Night Thinking")
7. Whose rain flute flies in the dark, and the spring breeze permeates Los Angeles. In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick. (Li Bai: The Flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night)
8. It has been ten frosts in Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night. For no reason, I crossed the mulberry river, but I hope that Bing is my hometown. (Liu Zao: "Journey to the North")
9. A vagrant hears drums that indicate fighting, and a wild goose rings in autumn. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop. (Du Fu: "Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night")