1. The cool breeze rate has intensified, and the wanderer is cold and naked. -Year: Korean Author: Han Anonymous Nineteen Ancient Poems
I will think of you in the clouds, so think of me in the sunset. -Year: Tang Author: Li Bai's "Seeing Friends Off"
3. It's just the kind of heartfelt concern that wanderers can't smell. -Year: Song Author: Yan's "Tea Son"
4. I have been wandering for a long time and sent spring. -Year: Song Author: Yan's "Xin"
The traveler's parting song sounded in the morning light, and the first frost formed on the river last night. -Year: Tang Author: Li Jie "Farewell to Wei Wan"
Pass the message to an official and then go back to my hometown. -Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi's Poems of Five Virtues
7. It's like wandering home. I only dream at night. I don't know where I am. -Year: Song Author: He Zhu "Qing Ping Le Mo Chu Xie"
8. Parents are out of the clouds, wanderers are empty, and no one can return. -Year: Song Author: Chao "Xian Ge Wen Jiang Different Fruit"
9. I used to be a wanderer in Beijing, riding a BMW and flying gold. -Year: Song Author: Fan Chengda's "first frost Corner, Youth"
10. The wanderer signs the shirt and relies on warm drying. -Year: Song Author: Fang's "Little Red Lip, Pond Hall, Deep Spring"
1 1. -Year: Song Author: Lu You "Tianya"
12. Wandering alone and luring home. -Song Author: Shi Daoning's Sixty-three Poems.
13. Thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother, making clothes for her wayward son. -Year: Tang Author: Meng Jiao's "Wandering"/Mu Ying's "Floating on the Left"
14. This cloud, which has been floating in the sky all day, may be like a wanderer and will never come back. -Year: Tang Author: Du Fu's Two Dreams of Li Bai
15. Wen Chao wanderer sang farewell songs and crossed the river at the beginning of frost last night. -Year: Tang Author: Li Jie "Farewell to Wei Wan"
2. 1 A poem about a wanderer returning home. Being in a foreign land, I miss my relatives twice every holiday. -On the Mountain Holiday Thinking of Shandong Brothers Wang Wei.
The spring breeze in Jiang Nanan is green. When will the bright moon shine on me? -"Dengguazhou"
The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank back. I suddenly remembered my hometown Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night.
You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! It's Mei. When you passed my window, was Han Mei in full bloom? -Wang Wei's Miscellaneous Poems
5, mountain riding, water riding, walking towards Guan Yu, lights at night.
With the change of wind and snow, it failed to break the dream of hometown, so there is no such voice in hometown.
6. Dead vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, and thin horses on the west wind and old roads. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. -"Tianjingsha * Qiu Si" Ma Zhiyuan
7. Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang, I want to write a meaningful book. There is no fear in haste, and pedestrians will open again. Zhang Ji of Qiu Si
8. The thread in the hand of a proud mother sewed clothes carefully for her wayward son. She repaired them thoroughly. She was worried that it would delay his coming home, but how much love did an inch of grass win?
0 1. Oh, ask this river flowing eastward, whether it can go further than the love of friends! ? -Li Bai
02. I advise you to have a glass of wine. There is no reason for the West not to go out. -Wang Wei
03. Where to sail at sunset, the horizon will cut people's intestines. -Meng Haoran
04. Sailing alone in the blue sky, only the Yangtze River flows in the sky. -Li Bai
Know yourself in the sea, and heaven is still our neighbor. -Wang Bo
Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home. -Li Bai
07. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away. -Su Shi
08. Being a stranger alone in a foreign land, I miss my relatives twice every holiday. -Wang Wei
09. If you want to become hundreds of billions, go to the top and see your hometown. -Liu Zongyuan
10. Jun asked that the return date was undecided, and the rain rose in the autumn pool in the evening. -Li Shangyin
1 1. Spring breeze and green Jiang Nanan, when will the bright moon shine on me? -Wang Anshi
12. I don't know where to brag, but I want to look forward to my hometown overnight. -Yi Lee
13. I will think of you in the clouds, so think of me in the sunset. -Li Bai
14. You left without reason. -Xu Shu
15. We know that the human heart is not like a tree, so why not like a flower? -Xiao Zixian
16. I met her a long time ago, but since we separated, the time has become longer, and the east wind has started and a hundred flowers are blooming. -Li Shangyin
17. It's embarrassing to know when Acacia will meet. -Li Bai
18. Endlessness is sorrow, and the world is full of thoughts. -Yan Shu
19. I don't know how far you are, but it's bleak and boring! —— Ouyang Xiu
20. It rained in the middle of the night on the plane leaves, and the sound of the leaves was parting. Zhou Zizhi
2 1. Sad little shadow, farewell. Sound insulation from now on. -Wei Zhuang
22. Affectionate feelings have been hurt since ancient times, which is more comparable to the Cold and Autumn Festival. -Liu Yong
23. After the New Year, it should be a good time to exist in name only. -Liu Yong
24. Sadness leads to chaos and is even more strange. Zhang Xian
25. Sorrow fades away and the distance is like spring water. —— Ouyang Xiu
26. After going back to Julia, people's words gradually became unknown, empty and sad. -Zhou Bangyan
I am afraid to leave my arms, but I don't want to say anything. -Li Qingzhao
28. Looking at the place, there has been a new sadness since then. -Li Qingzhao
29. Tears suddenly fell on my soul clothes, which made me feel sorry for myself. -Cheng Gai
30. where to synthesize sorrow, autumn will keep people's hearts. Wu Wenying
3 1. The rain tonight will definitely turn into acacia. -Liu Ji
32. People are speechless, and the drizzle covers the door. -Yang Shen
33. Everything is that people don't rest, and tears flow first when they want to talk. -Li Qingzhao
34. When is the infinite time to leave sadness and not hate it? -Liu Yong
35. The bright moon building rests alone, and the wine turns homesick. —— Fan Zhongyan
Tired of tourists from the ends of the earth, you can go back to your home in the mountains, but you can't look at your hometown. -Su Shi
37. The spring scenery in the two places is the same day, which makes people homesick. -Bai Juyi
38. Tonight, the moon is full of hope. I wonder who will fall in Qiu Si? -Wang Jian
39. Who can't miss his hometown when he hears that the willow leaves are broken in this nocturne? -Li Bai
40. The moon is already at sea and over the horizon. -Zhang Jiuling
There is a poem about wandering homesickness. You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! . Did the plum blossom when you came to the engraved window of my house? 2. 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. The east of my hometown is far away, but tears will never stay in my eyes. I'll meet you immediately, without paper and pen. Please tell my family that I'm safe. Before returning to Lefeng, the sand is like snow, and the moon outside the city is like frost. I don't know where the bleak reed flute blows and I look at my hometown all night.
Homesickness, quiet night, Tang Libai, the foot of the bed is so bright, can it have frost? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. The rainy Tang Bai lived in Kashgar, where the mountains and rivers are deep. 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. Cold food is right in the middle of Tang Li's trip. Cold food, homesick tears towel. 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 went for an outing after losing him abroad?
Emotion in poetry
1. Thread in the hands of a kind-hearted mother, making clothes for her wayward son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? (Meng Jiao: "Wanderer")
2. Boil beans and burn beans, and the beans will cry in the pot.
We are born from the same root, so why should we speculate with each other? (Cao Zhi: "Seven Steps Poetry")
3. My parents heard that the woman came and went out to help each other;
As soon as Sister A heard that Sister Mei was coming, she had to cut her red makeup.
When I heard my sister coming, I sharpened my knife at pigs and sheep. ("Mulan Ci")
Although a country is divided, the mountains and rivers remain forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back.
Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.
The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.
Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin. (Du Fu: Hope in Spring)
5. A vagrant heard the drums that predicted the battle, and a wild goose rang 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")
6. Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang, I want to write a book.
When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him. (Zhang Ji: "Qiu Si")
7. A stranger in a foreign land misses his relatives during holidays.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. (Wang Wei: vacationing in the mountains reminds me of my brothers in Shandong)
8. Every winter solstice in Handan, I always have a knee lamp.
If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers. (Bai Juyi: "The Solstice of Winter in Handan" misses home at night)
9. The child took the clothes and asked: Why don't you come back?
* * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns? (Du Mu: "Going Home")
Nostalgia in Poetry
1. 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 with such bright light. 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 Bingzhou 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")
4. Poems about "Farewell to Friends" with Wanderers (Li Bai)
Green mountains are located on the north side of the city wall, and the sparkling water surrounds the east of the city.
Here we say goodbye to each other, and you, like losing your father, are floating in the wind and traveling far away.
Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic.
With a wave of his hand, he will be separated from now on, and his friend on horseback will carry him on a long journey, blowing a long wind, as if reluctant to leave.
Farewell, Wei Wan (Li Jie)
In the morning, I heard the wanderer singing a farewell song. Last night, you crossed the Yellow River.
People who are most worried are afraid to hear the swan song, and lonely travelers are in the silence of mountains and clouds.
In the morning of Tongguan, the cold was urged to approach the capital, and the sound of changing lanes in late autumn reached a later evening.
How long will the capital satisfy you? Time is easy to talk about.
Ode to a Wanderer (Meng Jiao)
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
But how much love an inch of grass has is three times!
5. The thread in the hands of Meng Jiao's loving mother in Tang Yuefu made clothes for her wayward son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
Note: 1. Wanderer: A person who travels far away. 2, fear: worry.
3, inch grass: the metaphor is very small. 4. Sanchunhui: refers to the kindness of loving mothers.
Sanchun: Spring lasts for three months. Formerly known as Meng Chun in the first month of the lunar calendar, mid-spring in February and Ji Chun in March; Hui, sunshine; Describe maternal love as the warm sunshine in spring.
The kind mother has a needle and thread in her hand. In order to make new clothes for children who travel far away.
Before leaving, she was busy sewing for fear that the child would never come back. Who can say that a little grass-like filial piety of a son can repay the kindness of a loving mother like Chunhui? Comment: This is an ode to maternal love.
This poem eulogizes the great beauty of human nature-maternal love. In the first two sentences of the poem, the person written is mother and son, and the thing written is thread and clothes, but it points out the love of flesh and blood between mother and son.
The two sentences in the middle focus on the actions and attitudes of loving the mother, showing the mother's deep affection for her son. Although there are no words and no tears, it is full of pure love, which is gripping and tearful.
The last two sentences are the sublimation of the first four sentences. Using the metaphor of popular image, we pinned our fervent feelings on this naked child. How can we repay our children like maternal love and grass in spring? With fresh, smooth, plain and plain language, the whole poem is full of rich and mellow poetry, which has touched the heartstrings of many readers for thousands of years and caused thousands of wanderers to sing. Meng Jiao was down and out all his life, and he didn't get the humble position of Liyang County Commandant until he was fifty years old.
Naturally, the poet didn't take such a small official to heart. He still only looked at the scenery and sang praises, but neglected his official duties. The county magistrate only paid him half a salary. Under this heading, the author notes that "Mu Ying Li Shang Zuo" is his work when he lived in Liyang.
In the poem, an ordinary and great beauty of human nature, maternal love, is sung affectionately and truly, which has aroused the admiration of countless readers and won popularity for thousands of years. Deep maternal love bathes children all the time.
However, for Meng Jiao, a wanderer who has been displaced all the year round, the most unforgettable moment is the painful moment of separation between mother and child. This poem describes the ordinary scene of loving mother sewing clothes at this time, but it shows the poet's deep feelings.
The first two sentences, "thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son's body", are actually two phrases, not two sentences. In this way, from people to things, the two most common things are highlighted, and the love of flesh and blood between mother and son is written. Then write two sentences about people's actions and attitudes, focusing on loving mothers.
At this moment before departure, the old mother's stitches were so thin that she was afraid that her son would not come home for a long time and would sew the clothes more firmly. In fact, the old man's heart is not eager for his son to return safely at an early date! The affection of loving mother is revealed in the most subtle places in daily life.
Simple and natural, kind and touching. There are neither words nor tears here, but a feeling of pure love overflows from this common scene, touching the heartstrings of every reader, making people cry and evoking the cordial associations and deep memories of children all over the world.
The last two sentences, based on the intuition of the parties, dig out the deep meaning of the next layer: "But how much affection there is in an inch of grass, I got three spring rays." Who said that? Some versions are Who knows and Who will, but it is best that Who said that according to the poem.
The poet's rhetorical question is particularly meaningful. These two sentences are the sublimation of the first four sentences, the contrast of popular images, and the warm affection for children: how can a child like grass repay his mother's love as rich as the sunshine in spring?
It really means "I want to repay kindness, I am very confused", and the feelings are so sincere and sincere. This is an ode to maternal love. The poet, frustrated in his official career, experienced a cold world and a sad life, so he felt the value of family more and more.
"Poetry is born from the heart, and sorrow should be the heart" (Su Shi's Reading Meng Jiao's Poems). Although this poem is not carved with algae paintings, it is fresh, smooth and unpretentious, which shows that its poetic flavor is rich and mellow.
This poem was written in Liyang. During the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty, two Liyang people sang such a poem: "My father's book is full of baskets, and the car is still lingering" (Shi Qisheng's "Write My arms"); "How many tears have I shed, how many hands have I dyed, and how many clothes have I sewed" (Peng Gui's "My little brother came to the capital and felt very happy"). It can be seen that the deep impression left by Ode to a Wanderer is enduring.