Smoke is curling in the distance, and every household is cooking lunch. Plumes of smoke rose straight into the sky without wind.
On the threshing floor, golden rice grains piled up into many hills, shining like countless yellow pearls in the sun.
Don't have fun on country roads. The children bathed in the afterglow of the sunset and hurried home with flocks of cattle and sheep. A lovely lamb and a lively calf followed their mother and had a good time.
Spring in the water town is particularly charming: on the one hand, rice fields are like chessboards, and green seedlings are woven into carpets, reaching into the distant sky. Rows of telephone poles are connected to villages, and the electric irrigation station that sprays water and spits flowers seems to have a silver edge on the green carpet.
2. Ancient Poems about Hometown Ancient Poems about Hometown You from my hometown, tell me what happened there! When you passed my window, was the plum blossom Han Mei in full bloom? -Don Wang Wei, "The foot of my bed is so bright, will it have frosted?" Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank again. I suddenly remembered my home-Tang Li Bai > Where is your hometown? Only when you're drunk-Song Liqing's photo > I miss my family for the festive season-Tang Wangwei > I'm looking forward to the full moon tonight, and I don't know whose home I'll fall in-Tang Wangjian > Strangers are unfamiliar, but they hate the sound of warblers as old as mountains-Tang Sikongtu > Only Spring Breeze, which reflects the lake in front of the door, will not change the waves of the past-Tang He Zhang Zhi > Young people. -Tang He Zhang Zhi > Poems about Hometown 1 Now, when I come near my village and meet people, I dare not ask a question.
(Tang Song Wen Zhi "Crossing the Han River") 2. Humayi is in the north wind, and birds fly south. (Han. Nineteen ancient poems. "Walking and walking again") 3. Sad songs can be used as tears, and they can be used as angelica from a distance.
(Second Han Yuefu. Elegy) 4. In the past, I am gone, and the willows are reluctant. The road is muddy and difficult to walk, and people are thirsty and hungry.
("The Book of Songs Xiaoya Cai Wei") 5. However, if you love too much, you will get three spring flowers! (Don Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer) 6. When you passed my window, did the plum blossom bloom its first cold flower? . (Tang Wangwei. Three miscellaneous poems) 7. Where is your hometown? Forget it unless you're drunk.
(Song. Li Qingzhao "Bodhisattva Xia, the wind is soft and spring is still early") 8. Being in a foreign land, I miss my relatives twice every holiday. (Don Wang Wei's "Holidays in the Mountains Think of Brothers in Shandong") 9. Tonight, the moon is full of expectations. I wonder who will fall in Qiu Si? (Wang Tangjian. Looking at the moon on fifteen nights and sending it to Du Langzhong) 10 Everyone gradually feels strange in the local accent, but they hate the sound of warblers like old mountains.
(Downs Contu. Five Poems by People 1 1, looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank back, and I suddenly remembered home. (Tang Libai. Quiet night thinking) 12. Only the lake is reflected in front of the door, and the spring breeze does not change the waves of the past.
(Tang He Zhang Zhi, a joint book of two hometowns) 13, sadness is not sad, sadness is sad, and happiness is happy. (Chu ci. Nine songs "Think Less about Life") 14, the days of parting have gone, and the days of clothing have slowed down.
(Nineteen ancient poems. Travel again) 15. After people return to geese, they think about flowers before. (sui. Xue Daoheng. People miss home every day) 16. Being far away from hate is like grass in spring. No matter how far you go, it is still alive.
(South Tang. Li Yu's "Qing Ping Le Bu Lai Spring Half") 17, cutting constantly, managing chaos, leaving sorrow. (South Tang. Li Yu Meet each other) 18, which is easier to see when you are away.
The running water has run out in spring (South Tang. Li Yu "The waves wash the sand, and the rain gurgles outside the curtain") 19, it is almost as difficult for friends to meet each other. As for the morning and evening stars (Tang Du Fu. "To Wei Ba Chu Shi") 20. I advise you to drink one more glass of wine and go out of Yangguan for no reason. (Wei. Send Yuan Er An Xi) 2 1 The last time we met in the flowers, we broke up in the flowers, and it has been a year since it bloomed today (Wu Ying, Tang Wei. To my friends Li Dan and Yuan Xi. Candles have a heart to say goodbye, and they cry for others until dawn. Farewell) 23 If there is no north-south road outside the door, people should avoid parting. ) 26, there should be no hate, when the long farewell circle (Song. Su Shi. "Water Tune") 27, I hope people will last for a long time, and thousands of miles * * * ChanJuan (Song. Su Shi. Poems that miss my hometown, the sleeves of the West Building are cold, and the lonely jade locks the temples like frost.
It seemed to smell the flute outside the corridor and gradually fell asleep. Attached to the original jade: seven wonders, dreamland (lonely light in the west building), asking for directions, not knowing the cold peak, lonely clouds are easy to show as light as frost.
You are talking and laughing in the field, and you see the smoke from the kitchen is like a person in your hometown. Wang Wei, a brother who misses Shandong on holiday in the mountains, is a stranger and misses his relatives on holidays. When there is a bright moon, Su Shi, the head of water regulation, asks for wine.
I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade.
Dance to find out what shadows look like on the earth. The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self.
There should be no hate, and nothing can be done. People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon has yin and yang, and there are gains and losses. 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. On the way home in autumn dusk, books are full of things, and I often sleep less under the light.
Homesickness comes early, before the cock crows. In September, the vegetation falls and the mountains are more secluded.
Autumn is cloudy and early dawn, and thousands of trees are gray. I went to the east in autumn and started to turn to the west this autumn.
A horse is thin and broken, and come to a family for two years. When I recall my sadness, I have no money.
Although the heart is not blue frost, it is not natural. Wei Zhaung, homesick outside the river, is sad in a foreign land every spring, and Du Qu oriole knows.
Seeing the setting sun on the river bank, it seems that my heart has been torn into pieces of willow leaves. Two Qin Ge, Phoenix in Sima Xiangru, Phoenix, Phoenix, returned to their hometown and traveled around the world in search of their emperor.
I didn't know what to do when I didn't meet Xi. Why don't I go to Sishang today? There are beautiful women in the boudoir, and the people in the room are poisoning my intestines. Why do you want to be a mandarin duck, and it is soaring! Emperor Xi Xi lives with me. He must be a princess forever.
Who knows in the middle of the night? My wings fly high and my thoughts make me sad. When I first entered the canyon, I sent my hometown friends and relatives to my hometown friends in Chen Ziang today.
Huanhui will sit with you. Ninglang dam road.
Hard work is particularly windy. Yan Dou Mu Wanli bid farewell to her hometown, and stayed in Xiaoxiang in the snow and rain.
A few lonely pillows are weeping, and several tall buildings are heartbroken. I live in seclusion, and I move on when the breeze comes.
Hard to come to Heng Yue every year, wings destroyed the frost. Thinking that the foot of Li Bai's bed is so bright at night, will it have frost? .
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. Where do you go at night, the moon knows the truth.
Mountain light shakes snow, and ape shadows hang cold branches. However, I am afraid that the good scenery will come late and the small order will be moved back.
People come to the heart, and there is acacia here. The night is long and whistling, and the valley is cold.
Ichthyosaurs are active in vicious waters, and there are waves everywhere. The sky borrows the bright moon and flies to Yun Lan.
Hometown is invisible, heartbroken and looking to the west. Li Shangyin stayed in the rain for a long night, and the residual light was solitary.
My hometown is full of clouds and water, which is not suitable for Qiu Meng. Zhong Chun, Liu Jian's gold cup is not washed, Jiang Yi's hometown.
Fireworks on both sides of the strait are full of spring, and the wind on the first floor and the moonlit night are bleak. Zhang Wang should not be ashamed of his tears, nor should Pan Yue be surprised by the frost on his forehead.
Back to the lotus, there is a thatched hall in the depths of the white clouds. Through ancient and modern times, I studied under Mozi, and I shattered the frost on China.
If you miss, you will be ashamed that there are enough snakes. Be careful not to be a toothless mouse. I pity the moon for nine days, and I hate flowers when the wind blows overnight.
A person who lives alone in the county building can't catch a boat or a beach of sand. It has been ten frost in Bingzhou, and the Liuzao Guest House in Shuofang misses Xianyang day and night.
For no reason, I crossed the mulberry river, but I hope that Bing is my hometown. Bai Juyi's three homesick poems are looking at the willow at the window and the flowers at the front of the post in Jing 'an Hall.
Two beautiful springs, on the same day; At this time, family members miss their relatives outside, and people outside miss their families. I miss my hometown from winter to day and night in Handan post office every winter to Sunday, and I always have a kneepad lamp with me.
3. Five modern poems about my hometown 1, the road of my hometown, the day I left home at night, the road of my hometown always reached my thoughts at the moment I closed my eyes, and the road of my hometown was full of my childhood joys and sorrows, ups and downs, tears and smiles. At this moment, I think whether it is bitter or sweet, it is a melodious song in my memory. The road of a clear spring hometown carries my yesterday. Yesterday, I was in rags, running with the wind, chasing 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 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. Step on a car crawling on the mountain road. Dear hometown, your son is coming to you. How many times does dusty dust fly back to the homesickness in the wanderer's dream? How many times has it fallen in the middle of the night in his hometown? How many times does the stream slowly flow back to the homesickness in the wanderer's dream? How many times has this beautiful scenery flowed out in the poems of the wanderer? How many times have the flowers returned to the memory of the wanderer? Homesickness is like this touching spring. From the deep eyes of my hometown, I pulled out my lingering attachment to my hometown, and the wheel ran over the mountain road of my hometown. So there is a corner of vicissitudes hidden in the gap of leaves. After 7 noon, I woke up. My hometown is used to entertaining wanderers who come home, but I am no longer used to taking a quiet nap at home. The sound of wind, birds, crows and tractors awakened hot money from dreams. The sun shone obliquely on the face through the window grilles. In spring, the sound of birds and the laughter of children 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 echoed in his hometown village. The children are playing with apricot, pear and peach blossoms. The adults blamed the children for scaring away spring. Look, there are a group of birds flapping their wings on the old locust tree and flying west to the sun. 8 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. That 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 drifting away from their dreams, the roads and mountains connected with the fields continued to delay to the distance of their dreams, and then disappeared into the sky. The international peak is a loess house lying at the foot of the mountain, looking out from generation to generation. Their faces are engraved with wind and frost, and their childish faces are touched by rough hands covered with calluses. The willows and wisps of smoke around the house are accompanied by the wishes of the villagers. Ran Ran floated into the blue sky, and a few kind screams of cattle and sheep awakened the homesick wanderers in their dreams, and knocked out a few lines of poems on the keyboard, flowing quietly like a river in their hometown. On the other side of the mountain is my hometown. The grass on the mountain dances with the wind, and the pools and fertile fields under the mountain. The fragrance of the green fields is like the pulse of the river in the canyon. In spring, the branches of apricot trees are endless. There are green leaves covering the sky in summer. In cool autumn, the continuous rain can't cool the lover's heart. In winter, there is no trace of snow, but the impulsive feelings of young people can't be buried. On the other side of the mountain, there are endless smoke, endless rivers and endless beautiful scenery in my hometown. Endless comfort always moistens into an idyllic beauty and stays in my memory. The night sky is curved, and the waning moon stares at the lights of thousands of households with tired eyes, and the warmth spills into the night sky through the window. Perhaps only the house in your own home will have lasting warm thoughts. This is a lonely figure. Dream is a missing heart. True feelings come from the heart and love. At this time, the midnight bell has already rung, and a homesick wanderer is looking at the horizon by the faint candlelight. 1 1 The wanderer is homesick and the moonlight is dim. The moon in my hometown is bright in my dream, and the wandering heart is in love with the crescent moon among the stars in my hometown, but my parents are looking forward to his eyes, while my brothers and sisters' affectionate wishes are more like lovers' peach petals. I stand at the top of the night. Gathering the smoke from my hometown, I miss my hometown deeply, but it is crushed and sprinkled to my hometown in the moonlight at night. 12 Dashangou-my home, the land on the Loess Plateau, has cracked a big crack here, and a sunken pit lies in my hometown. The rolling mountains extend to the end of the field of vision, steadily like a lying lion, and the abrupt peaks stand there day and night.
4. Write poems about the past in my hometown, and Yangliuyiyi; Today, I think it's raining-<&; lt； Book of Songs. Xiaoya. Caiwei >>
2. Mourning can make you cry, and looking far away can make you return to China-Han Yuefu folk songs & gt
3. Humayi went north and crossed the south branch of the Bird's Nest-Nineteen Ancient Poems by Han>
4. But how much love does an inch of grass get?-Tang Mengjiao & gt
Now, approaching my village and meeting people, I dare not ask a question-Tang Song Wen Zhi>
You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! When you passed my window, was the plum blossom Han Mei's flower? -Tang Wang Wei>
7. The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is it frosty already? Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank again, and I suddenly remembered home-Don Li Bai>
8. Where is your hometown? Forget, unless you are drunk-Song Li Qingzhao & gt
9. Miss your relatives more during the festive season-Tang Wangwei
10. I am looking forward to the moon tonight. I wonder who Qiu Si will fall into-Tang Wangjian & gt
1 1. People are getting unfamiliar with the local accent, but they hate the sound of singing birds like an old mountain-Downs Contu < & Five books >>
12. Only the lake is reflected in front of the door, and the spring breeze does not change the old waves-Tang He Zhang Zhi < & Two hometown couplets >>
13. Teenagers leave home, old people return, and the local accent remains unchanged. -Don Ho Cheung Chi. lt； Hometown book >>
14. He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! -Tang Du Fu
15. Sadness is more than sadness. Parting-Warring States Period. Chu Quyuan & gt
16. The day of parting is far away, but the day of clothing is slow-Korea. & gt
17. Think before flowers after the wild goose falls-Sui Xue Daoheng & gt
18. Stay away from hatred like grass in spring. Can go further and live-Li Yu of Southern Tang Dynasty & gt
19. If you keep cutting, the reason is still chaotic, which means leaving sadness. Especially the general taste is in your heart-Li Yu>
20. It is easier to see when you are away, and the water is gone in spring. Is heaven and earth-Li Yu>
2 1. It's hard for friends to meet each other, such as the star of the morning and evening-Don Du Fu>
22. I advise you to drink one more glass of wine and travel to the west for no reason-Tang Wangwei & gt
23. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone knows no gentleman-Tang Gaoshi.
24. The Peach Blossom Pond is deeper in thousands of feet than in Wang Lun-Li Bai>
25. We met for the last time in the flowers. In the flowers where we parted, it has been blooming for one year today-Don Wei Wu Ying.
26. I've known her for a long time, and I've been apart for a long time. The east wind rises and flowers fall-Tang Li Shangyin & gt
27. Candles have a heart to say goodbye and cry for others until dawn. -Don Mutu & gt
28. If there is no north-south road outside the door, people should avoid sad parting-Don Mutu & gt
29. Peach, plum, spring breeze, a glass of wine, a lamp for ten years. -Huang Song, Ting Jian & gt
30. Alone at the bottom of the river, the moonlight is like water. Where are the people who came to see the moon together? The scenery is vaguely like last year-Tang & gt
3 1. There should be no hate. When will it grow into a circle? -history & gt
32. I wish people a long time and take Wan Li Road. -history & gt
I'm dizzy! No way! Why don't you adopt homesickness yourself
5. Poems about hometown-Du Fu
A vagrant heard the drums heralding the battle, which was the first call of a wild goose on the border 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.
————— Li Bai
Sail from Jingmen Ferry, and soon you will be with southerners.
At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness.
The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces.
The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.
Spring in the north
Graceful birch has a long blue sky.
A slight southerly wind
Magnolia opened the hill.
Spring in the north
Ah, spring is coming in the north.
I don't know the season in the city.
I wonder if the season has changed.
Mom is still sending the package.
Send warm clothes to protect against the severe winter
Hometown, hometown, my hometown
When can I come back to your arms?
Residual snow melted the stream.
Dumuqiao Jpua
Larch with tender buds
Spring in the north
Ah, spring is coming in the north.
Although we love each other.
So far, I haven't expressed my true feelings.
It has been five years since we broke up.
My daughter is at peace.
Hometown, hometown, my hometown
When can I come back to your arms?
Tang Di is in a hurry.
Waterwheel cabin view
Children's songs sounded.
Spring in the north
Ah, spring is coming in the north.
My brother is like my old father.
A few quiet people.
Do you have time to worry about selling wine?
Have a few drinks occasionally.
Hometown, hometown, my hometown
When can I come back to your arms?