on the mountain holiday thinking of my brothers in shandong Dynasty: Tang Dynasty | Author: Wang Wei is a stranger in a foreign land, and he misses his relatives every holiday.
I know from a distance where my brother climbs, and there is one less person in the dogwood.
Three Dynasties of Miscellaneous Poems: Tang Dynasty | Author: Wang Wei lives in Mengjin River, opposite Mengjin Kou. There are often boats from the south of the Yangtze River. Do you send books home?
you who have come from my old country, tell me what has happened there!. When you came to my home carved decorative pattern of the window, the plant of the plum flowers bloom?
I have seen the cold plum blossom, and I can hear the singing of birds again. My heart looks at the spring grass, and I am afraid of the jade steps.
Xiaoxing Baxia Dynasty: Tang Dynasty | Author: Wang Weiji Xiao Tou Baxia, Yu Chun remembers the Imperial Capital. A woman in Qingjiang Huan, crows in the morning. The water country is in the middle of the city, and the mountain bridges and trees are walking. Climb high and get out of ten thousand wells, and overlook two lumens. People speak in different languages, and the warbler is the voice of the old country. Lai's mountains and rivers are interesting, and I feel a little separated.
looking far away from the west building of Goro, the envoy, homesick for the Dynasty: Tang Dynasty | Author: Wang Wei's high-rise building is full of thoughts. See a thousand miles on the pillow, and see ten thousand rooms in the window. Long passers-by, warm the distant suburbs. Very melancholy, all the way out of solitary smoke. Can be endowed with superior talents, thinking of the same rank. Hometown is invisible, clouds and water are empty.
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Thinking about the dynasty in the quiet night: Tang Dynasty | Author: Li Bai, so bright a gleam on the foot of my bed, could there have been a frost already?.
lifting myself to look, I found that it was moonlight, sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home.
Boarding Guazhou Dynasty: Song Dynasty | Author: Wang Anshi, Guazhou, Jingkou, a water room, Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains.
The spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan. When will the bright moon shine on me?
Yang Liuzhi Dynasty: Tang Dynasty | Author: Wen Tingyun, one of Yang Liuzhi
Bian Ying, one of the brocade looms, spoke frequently, stopping to cry and remembering people.
Simon's March is still bleak, even though he hangs on the grass and doesn't feel spring.
Yang Liuzhi's second
A candle burns deep at the bottom of a well, and * * * Lang Changxing does not play Go.
linglong dice Anhoudou, do you know how much you miss?
remembering my brothers on a moonlight night Dynasty: Tang Dynasty | Author: Du Fu, a wanderer hears drums portending battle, a wild goose in autumn.
he knows that the dews tonight will be frost, how much brighter the moonlight is at home!.
o my brothers, lost and scattered, what is life to me without you?.
yet if missives in time of peace go wrong, what can I hope for during war?.
looking at the moon and thinking of one far away Dynasty: Tang Dynasty | Author: the moon, grown full now over the sea, Zhang Jiuling, Tianya * * * At this time.
brings to separated hearts, the long thoughtfulness of night.
it is no darker though I blow out my candle, it is no warmer though I put on my coat.
so I leave my message with the moon, and turn to my bed, hoping for dreams.
Han River Crossing Dynasty: Tang Dynasty | Author: Song Zhiwen Ling Waiyin Shuduan, after winter, through spring.
now, nearing my village, meeting people, I dare not ask a single question.
Spring Dynasty: Tang Dynasty | Author: Du Fu though a country be sundered, hills and rivers endure, and spring comes green again to trees and grasses. Sad state, can not help but tears burst into tears, the birds stunning, the grief of parting hate.
after the war-fires of three months, one message from home is worth a ton of gold. Melancholy winding, scratching head thinking, the more scratched the white hair, it is almost impossible to insert a hairpin.
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The evening breeze blows the curtain, the moonlight shines on the lonely shadow and hurts the piano, and the sound gently swings into the heart and sends acacia far away, overlooking the old hometown. Where is the quiet night? There are few stars hanging in the sky, and I don't think about it. A cup of wine to comfort my feelings is like frost, and my tears are on the railing. I am disappointed with the sad years. Western jackdaw Qiuyan sits with her sad and dangerous eyes, full of tears, sighing at the wind, sighing at the endless homesickness, looking forward to the wanderer's return, and looking forward to Author: Wang Zengqi Source: Human Vegetation
Three basic methods for solving mathematical problems: naked eye observation, violence substitution method and obvious establishment method. There are three basic methods of Chinese poetry: the poet is demoted, the poet is happy and the poet is homesick. There are three basic methods of English reading: coin throwing, pen tip falling and pointing, and dice throwing. There are three basic methods of political topics: copying the original method of materials, copying the multiple-choice method and copying the option method. There are three basic methods of historical theory: rational method, one-sided method and nonsense method. There are three basic methods to do geography exercises: reading maps, drawing maps and creating maps. There are three basic methods to do physics problems: direct substitution formula method and conservative selection method, which are not correct at first glance. Don't thank me
hometown is not a distant word, it lives in the depths of our hearts; Hometown, an ethereal existence, is a generalization. It is not very clear, and the outline is only a few strokes. We have to pieced together the so-called hometown, the so-called homesickness, the so-called childhood ...
The ten-year cold window in Jiangcheng Ziji is bleak, and the road ahead is diffuse, recalling the past, with 12 people. Who can speak frankly? At present, people are not worried, I am full of tears, lonely and lonely, and the taste is broken. I feel homesick when I am leaning against a dangerous building, but I look at it from a distance, and I feel sad. I have nothing to say to the moon, only a thousand lines of tears. I have no talent, I am vain, I have lofty words and promises, I have lost my spring scenery, I have no fame, how can I return to my hometown?
When the geese flying south can no longer be seen in the air, when the leaves on the buttonwood are yellow and blue, my unchanging homesickness is playing so leisurely, just like the flute sound of Qingyuan in my hometown. Just as Li Houzhu's separation from hatred is like grass, it goes further and lives.
Douzishan, playing tile drums; Yangpingguan, sprinkle white rain. Under the white rain, marry the dragon girl; Woven in silk, 2 feet five. Half belongs to Luojiang and half belongs to Xuanwu. I recite Mianzhou songs and feel homesick. Send you home, Luo Jiangpu. Author: Su Shi
homesickness and getting drunk as soon as possible
How many nights I lay in bed facing west, looking up at the night sky, thinking of growing up in my hometown, thinking that there is a smiling face hidden on every star, which makes people want to see it.
The spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan. When will the bright moon shine on me?
Hometown is a fragment of a wanderer's childhood memory. The more you manage it, the more you can't make sense of it, and the more you can't splice a complete picture.
birds are all around trees in the evening, so people should be homesick at the end of the year. Authors: Cui Daiqi
you who have come from my old country, tell me what has happened there!. When you came to my home carved decorative pattern of the window, the plant of the plum flowers bloom?
when I'm away from home, I can't help feeling a little homesick. I can't tell you exactly what this feeling is like. Speaking of girls' homesickness, I have no objection to it; As for the boy, it seems that he shouldn't feel homesick. This may be right. Like me, he is away from home all the year round, and only goes home once a year, and only during the traditional Chinese New Year festival in China. After graduating from college, I've been running around for work, and I've long been used to that kind of wandering life, perhaps it's the feeling of wandering around the world.
The same thing happened to migrant workers. After thousands of years of resettlement, they are now leaving their homes. They have co-starred in the economic myth for 3 years, but left behind the left-behind children and the left-behind elderly-the greatest tragedy of this era. What's more sad is that those of us who are far away from our native land have not gained their respect and understanding-those locals who "go north to Guangzhou" and those who have never left their parents for a lifetime, they laugh at the outdated idea of "repaying their parents", they regard going home for the New Year as a bad habit and Spring Festival travel rush as a disaster, and they can never understand the homesickness of foreigners. Why is it so urgent? So inflexible? When you confide in them, they will give you a reply: Who sent you? Don't you have all these troubles if you stay in your hometown honestly? Author: Ji Zhongxian Source: I still haven't shaken hands with the world and
the moon also hides her face and cries, but I feel homesick after drinking alone. After years of haggard, who is the wind singer?
homesickness cloud, why are you so late? Can you convey my thoughts to your back? But my hometown gave me a little reply. Why did you leave its smile in a hurry? Can you remember clearly why your bag is filled with my affectionate bird? Why are you silent about my song? Did you bring it to my hometown's happy local accent? Please sing it to me carefully. Why are you hiding? Why are you a relative of my hometown? Why do you only meet me in a dream?
Rain The boat drifted away with the water, and no one understood it. It's hard to hold your hand round, but you still miss it. To the end of the world, recalling the world of mortals, all miss the sad place. The autumn is more sad in the boundless years, and the moon is bright, shining all over the way home. It rained all night, where to find it, wandering in other places. I am sad everywhere, and the grass is gone with the wind. Even though I feel homesick and heartbroken, it is still cold.
It's the Dragon Boat Festival again, and it's also a time when zongzi leaves are fragrant.
The birds are singing and the flowers are blooming in nature, which will always be involved in people's feelings. Therefore, some people think about things and touch the scenery. Nature has given people too much room for thinking, making people feel pain, crazy and pour out everything in their hearts. They have become people's real confidants, real bosom friends. where petals have been shed like tears and Du Fu, a great poet in and lonely birds have sung their grief, endowed the flower people with their souls, and moved them with him. Li Bai lent his homesickness to so bright a gleam on the foot of my bed; Wang Wei also threw herself at cornus because of homesickness; Cao Cao expressed his great ambition with "Watching the Sea". These countless beautiful poems are all from nature.
three years in high school, time flies. Recalling classmates and teenagers is a lot of fun. We once talked about Cao Cao's childhood cooking wine, and talked about heroes in the world; We have recited Li Bai and lifting myself to look, I found that it was moonlight and complained about homesickness in detail; We used to learn from * * * to point out the mountains and praise romantic figures; We once recited the chapter of Zhou Dunyi's love for lotus and made a gentleman's ambition. Nowadays, these are like pieces of maple leaves, treasured in the poetry collections of your youth and mine.
whenever there is a bright moon in the sky, I miss my hometown like a tide, just like a flood.
Gu Yan's bright moon is the most sentimental. Red beans are the most lovesick. He says homesickness wins people. I say homesickness wins people.
How much sorrow can you have? It's like a river flowing eastward.
I don't know where to brag, but I'm looking forward to my hometown overnight.
Homesickness is even more a memory. Memory is unpredictable, so homesickness is not enough. Wandering in a foreign land for more than ten years, the hometown in memory will never change. We will tell every detail accurately, but when we return to our hometown, we find that great changes have taken place. We would rather see a village in memory than be ruthlessly tampered with by time. But when we left disappointed, homesickness began to accumulate and ferment again, so we tried to touch the knocker of our hometown in our memory.
Only when the little dream dust settled did we know that how far away we are, how long we care. When I walked so long and so many days fell behind me like fallen leaves, I suddenly found that many dreams were reversible. For example, the distance that I was obsessed with when I was young, once I made a trip, was reduced to the melancholy of homesickness today. Author: Fang Hua in a flash Source: the suitcase in the depths of the years
Homesickness is always related to distance, always related to going abroad and leaving home. Homesickness is a line that crosses time and space, this end is a wanderer, and that end is my hometown. The farther the wanderer goes, the tighter the homesickness is. When the wanderer's hair is gray and tired, the deepest and deepest marks are drawn on his heart.
Like a flock of homesick cranes and birds, they fly to their mountain nests day and night. In my folded worship to you, let all my life set out to return to its permanent hometown.
Many stronger feelings of wandering and homesickness are beyond words, and can only be experienced slowly with a small heart. When this heart stops beating, all these things will be lost, perhaps lost in the waves, perhaps buried in the jungle, perhaps condensed in the window of an old building in a foreign country. Author: Yu Qiuyu Source: Notes on Mountain Residence
Su Curtain covers a long line, and the sound is also sad. A song of homesickness is a bit confusing. Raise your wine, take a boat and fight with the stars and the moon, and the willows are alone, drinking all the cups and playing. With the wind, I read the language. A hundred miles into a river, new words flow eastward. I don't know the reason why Chengjiang flows north, but it's half flawed, but it bothers people to complain.
I know that people's hearts are not like trees, so why don't they be like flowers?
The farther you go home, the more homesick you are. Please forgive those people who are trying to squeeze in trains and cars for their little rudeness, just because they all want to go back to the place where they miss each other day and night, home.
if you keep cutting, you will still be confused. It is sadness, especially the general taste in your heart.
the four seasons are always spring, summer, autumn and winter; Time always comes and goes; There are always joys and sorrows in life; The moon is always full of stars, but the roundest and most beautiful is in the Mid-Autumn Festival. Friends in a foreign land! Please let go of your homesickness.
The night dyed clear waves like ink, and the gentle wind caressed your face without leaving marks. The full moon has traveled thousands of miles with me, and one more person has been homesick since then.
"The wind and rain are like dark clouds, and chickens crow endlessly". Only when human beings roll out of sorrow can they get rid of it. Only after painstaking efforts can they have this bright steel knife at their waist. "Today, they look like kings, who is unfair?" "Rain is coming, and the events cast their shadows before them." This can very well symbolize the spirit of our son standing on earth, tasting all the bitterness and looking forward to the great disaster in the future. It's like a homesick guest patting his head off, seeing the cattle and sheep outside Guo, thinking of the countryside of his hometown, and thinking of the friendship between bamboo and horse in the new grave of Su Cao. In his tears, he seems to be vaguely aware that the old man of Long Zhong is walking in hiding, or only seeing the shadow of a few crutches leaning against the broken wall. Author: Liang Yuchun Source: Liang Yuchun's Prose
If you want to turn into hundreds of billions of dollars, you will go to the peak and look at your hometown.
I advise you to have a glass of wine, and there is no reason to leave Yangguan in the west.
Hold the railing and enjoy the beautiful scenery of surging waves of the great river at the foot of the mountain and verdant mountains in the distance. However, in front of us, there is a familiar image of the two-story building in a foreign country. I think of Liu Zao, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, who wrote "Journey to the North": It has been ten frosts in the guest house and Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night. For no reason, I crossed the mulberry dry water, but I hope that Bing is my hometown. Do I, like Liu Zao, have become my hometown in a foreign country in the past ten years without knowing it?
I dare not love a girl from afar, for fear that heaven and earth will only add to the homesickness of thousands of miles away
The affectionate sea opens its warm arms. One after another, the white clouds kissed the cheek affectionately, and the erratic footsteps swept over the resting earth with the wind. Filar silk yearned to sneak into my heart, and then lost sight.
The clear waves paddle to invite you, and the clear water stops at the shore bridge. The moon is homesick and dreams escape, and the jade-like beads roll down Yu He. Read back: shake the lotus and rain, the ball is shining, and the dream is easy to miss the moon. Boating on the bank of the bridge stops the water, and you are invited to swing the oars. The lotus pond is covered with green dew and fragrant, and the water is long at the beginning of the month. The grass on the slope keeps fireflies dreaming, and the wind stays in the corridor at night. Read back: the corridor is waiting for the wind at night, and the dream is like a firefly leaving a grassy slope. On the first day of the month, the long water flows, and the fragrance condenses and dew covers the pond lotus.
I shall think of you in a floating cloud, so in the sunset think of me.
The moon is white, and the white moon conveys homesickness. The spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan, when will the bright moon shine on me? These poets who are in a foreign land and can't return home always let the spring breeze fondle the wanderer's heart.
I have been away from home for many years, and every time I go to the Dragon Boat Festival, the thick Ai Xiang reminds me of my homesickness. The mountains in my hometown, the water in my hometown, everything in my hometown, and my relatives in my hometown are all lingering in front of my eyes.
before spring is old, the wind is fine and the willows are oblique. Try to look at it on the detached stage, and half a city is full of flowers. Mist and rain darken thousands. After a cold meal, I wake up with wine but I feel uncomfortable. Don't miss your old friend and your country.