The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! -Du Fu's Moonlight Remembering My Brother
It is still the moon and border pass in Qin and Han dynasties, and the enemy has fought a protracted war. -Wang Changling's "Two Embankments"
The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold. -Du Fu's Hope for Spring
I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning. -Li Chi Ngai's operator, I live at the head of the Yangtze River.
Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed. -What's the couplet of two hometowns, the first part?
On a green spring day, I began to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine. -Du Fu's "The banks of the Yellow River were recovered by the imperial army"
The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city, and my wandering son doesn't know how his relatives in his hometown are; Writing a letter to peace has too much to say and I don't know where to start. -Zhang Ji "Qiu Si"
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"
People come back. Like people in Michelle, I can only play the flute, and I am disappointed. -Liu Yuxi's "The First Meeting in Yangzhou to Enjoy Lotte"
A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet. -Fan Zhongyan's "The Fisherman's Pride Qiu Si"
Young people leave their hometown, old people return, and the local accent has not changed. -What's "Two Hometown Couplets"
This peace of mind is my hometown. -Su Shi's youth journey, from stone to stone. 》
Horses run like Ma Delu, bows and arrows fly like thunder. -Xin Qiji's "Get out of the queue and give it to Chen Tongfu."
When you passed my window, did the plum blossom bloom its first cold flower? . -Wang Wei's Three Miscellaneous Poems
Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past. -Tao Yuanming's "Return to the Garden, Part I"
Finally, I can send my messenger, Wild Goose, back to Luoyang. -Wang Wan's berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain.
You have just come from our hometown, and we must understand the world. -Wang Wei's "Three Miscellaneous Poems, Part Two"
When the wind changes, the snow changes, and the dream of hurting the heart of the country falls through. -Nalan Xingde's "Sauvignon Blanc, A Journey to a Mountain Residence"
The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles. -Li Bai's "Seeing Friends Off at Jingmen Ferry"
The mountains were desolate and silent for twenty-three years. -Liu Yuxi's "The First Meeting in Yangzhou to Enjoy Lotte"
Her face! Can you imagine the spring wind? Huan Peikong is the soul of jathyapple. -Du Fu's "Five Records of Places of Interest, Part Two"
* * * Looking at the bright moon and crying, for the heart, five places, all sick and willing. -Bai Juyi's feeling of looking at the moon
When night came, my dream suddenly came home. -Su Shi's "Twenty Dreams in the First Month of Jiang"
My feelings for books are like friends for many years, and there will always be sadness or joy in the morning and evening. -Yu Qian "Reading"
Care for no acquaintances, Long song pregnant with Cai Wei. -Wang Ji's Wild Hope
Don't go home when the light is not fading. It must be extremely sad to go home. -Wei Zhuang's "Bodhisattva Man, Everyone Says Jiangnan is Good"
Long and spacious, longing for home. -Zhang Jiuling's "Xijiang Night Walk"
The infinite beauty of the mountains and rivers, tears streaming down her face, who dares to say that the sky is high and broad? I already know the way to another spring, and I am really worried when I think of saying goodbye to my hometown. -Xia Wanchun's "Another Cloud"
Swing inside and outside the wall. -Su Shi's Spring Scene in Hua Lian.
2. What are the poems that miss home when the autumn wind rises? I miss my Shandong brother Wang Wei when I am on holiday in the mountains, and I miss my relatives every holiday.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. After the rain, it's clear, and it's foggy in Kesashige. 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. Neixiang county Village Road is a place where Bai Juyi has a pleasant day and the wild road is cool, which will slow down the homesickness of tired horses.
Things in autumn in Wei Village should be like this: red dates, pears and Huang Sui rice. Cross-blowing lyrics, leading songs, dragon water Zen, dragon tree yellow, recruiting people to be homesick dragons.
In Ma Si, when the sun is slanting, the wind is blowing very fast, and the geese are thinking for a long time on the cold clouds. Lin Mingji was born in the waning moon, and cattle and sheep were separated by water in Pingsha.
Those who run wild, seal Hou, who will cut Loulan and offer it to Weiyang. Cen Can Ferry, the night market in Banan in the middle of the week, is going to dusk, and it is still noisy to return to people.
It's near Zhong Temple and far from Jiangcun. Seeing the homesickness of geese and smelling the tears of apes.
Alone outside Wan Li, the autumn moon is unbearable. In late autumn, guests moved to Beijing, Li Jiayou and Song Yu complained, and Zhang Hengfu was worried.
When the homesick geese arrive in the north, you have to leave the water flowing eastward. Leaning against the tree to see the yellow leaves, everyone confessed their heads.
The ceremony is not lost, and the sunset climbs the stairs. Wang Jian, a peacock in Ling Wei who was injured at the noon gate, was lonely in the autumn pavilion. At that time, Ling Wei was a bird.
Looking for seamount black, homesick orange pomelo is deep. Look up and smell the old songs, but cherish the residual gold.
Withered and not flying far, the heart of the pool is heavy. In the autumn of Chang 'an, what worries Zhao Wei, and the Han Palace moves in high autumn.
When the stars are broken, the flute touches the ground. Purple half-open fence is quiet, and red is full of lotus worries.
Beautiful perch, empty wearing a southern crown to learn Chu prisoners. In the autumn of Yingcheng, Lang Shiyuan missed his return, and the empty mountain heard the sound of geese.
Gaocheng sunset looks west, autumn wind drives water. Send the geese to Qian Qi, Wan Li is clear in autumn, and swim south alone.
The wind turns to frost and cold, and the clouds open to see the moon. If you don't dare to go to the wing, the shadow will disappear.
Looking at the sky, homesickness is everywhere. Yunmeng Ancient Town visited the site of Yung Wing's old country in autumn, and boarded a boat to visit the old city.
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. Khan Wu Hull blew his horn in Seoul, and the moon was in the sky, and the frost was cold and the desert was autumn.
It was dawn before the end of the three plays, and no one looked down on homesickness. During the illness, the guests dispersed, saying that they were pregnant and stoned, lying on their backs, and the dark worms withered into homesickness.
Pillow predecessors went to the empty court at dusk, and saw Banana Bailuqiu again. After passing the exam, I heard cicadas singing in Jiahui, which shows that the manager Gu was in shock and often worried about a foreign land.
Hearing this name today, Fang Huan traveled to China. According to the tree, it is noon, and the autumn wind has been reported to the court.
And feel good voice, Wynn suddenly burst into tears. Chengyang, Li Qunyu in autumn, the sound of autumn in Qianzhen water town, and the cool breeze blowing the hometown sorrow.
Pedestrians look far and think sadly, and white waves and green maple fill the north building. I watched my friends make a tour in the south of the Yangtze River. Where is homesickness in Zhang Qiao, the world is in 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. Kun sent Jiangnan brothers to fight for two years in Jianshan autumn, and their home was in Bailangtou, Songjiang.
When the moon is closed, guests cry and smoke homesick all day. I don't know what the situation is now, and it's not easy to pay Yantai.
I envy the wild goose south, and it's raining all over the sky to Tingzhou. Qiu Si, a native of Luoyang, saw the autumn wind and wanted to find a writer 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. The wind and rain in the mountain country are not satisfactory, and the bamboos in Qiu Si are far away, and the cool wind is like home.
Surprise Qiu Lai sunrise, sitting on the front porch to feel things. Jiang Yanfei is still tired, pomegranate is still numerous.
I have always believed it, but I have forgotten it for a long time. Qiu Si sent away two songs "Wang Ya", leaving only an empty curtain. In his dream, Guanshan felt separated.
The never-flying geese sent a letter and found a crescent moon. I hate that the outside is clear, and the willow branches are broken. When I am free, I pick lotus in the green lake.
There is no Zhang Chang in the boudoir, and the Great Wall is on the edge of the Great Wall. Qiu Si Zhouhe Liu Yang has been in Qiu Si, while Chutian is still mowing the grass.
Starting from heart disease, there are many broken leaves at night. The drizzle sends out cicadas in the city, and the sunset lets tourists pass by.
The old mountain still exists, separated by Dongting waves. Hotel Qiu Si sat alone in the hotel and went out to sigh.
What makes you feel late, late autumn. Cold butterfly loves hay, which makes me leave my hometown.
Look at the trees in front of the courtyard. Birds live in the nest in the south branch. Freehand brushwork Li Shangyin walked all the way across the forest, singing high and broken.
There is a danger of crossing the river on the road between people, and the mountains beyond the sky are only deep in the jade base. The sun shines among the flowers, and the clouds are cloudy from the city.
I have been homesick for three years, and I can't help but enter the new year. Tang Yanqian, the pavilion of Pujin River, is crisp in autumn and lush in the morning.
I hope to ride the water in the smoke, and I will go to the king's shelter during the day. Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely.
Nostalgia is sadder than farewell, and this kind of mourning is endless. Send guests to Xuxuan in the west of the city to listen to the autumn wind on the river.
Look at the homesickness of the guests. They are still further east of Tu Shan. Liu Cangnian of Wenyang Hotel feels good about himself, but what's wrong with it?
The rain outside the window is close to the mountain, and there are many geese on the beach in autumn. Homesickness sings to the moon and the sky every time she reads "The Ode to the Building".
All the way to the old mountains and old waters, break the fast and close the smoke. Xing Wu and Qiu Si's two poems, Chen Tao, are not that Tiaoxi hates looking at the moon, but that there are clouds and trees in the end of the world.
What do you mean, it's raining in Tingzhou? Bai Ping looks like Xiaoxiang today. At night, Kun fish dreams of the south, and the water is high every day.
So the autumn wind of the mountain has gone, and the white clouds have been left by Wang Sun. On the riverbank, Qiu Si and Du Xunhe were driving horses by the river, and their homesickness was born 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. Qiu Si, the general, has been waiting for the pavilion by the river since he was a child, and all the birds and cigarettes have been collected.
Although the guest misses the moon, the poet loves autumn. Fame is an illusion, but poverty can't worry.
Pity the fisherman and overflow the boat in the waves. In autumn, traveling by land makes the grapes thick and ripe. When it becomes tender, it will become fragrant.
Shang skipped a good life and was healthy enough to go home. In autumn, I look at the boundless land in the suburbs, where the three rivers meet and the smoke waves are vast.
The cross-forest worm has no whole leaves, and the new geese are broken. The sword worn by Shen Yu Ancestral Hall is an ancient stone carving in the pre-Qin period.
A statue that doesn't hate food and rice is better than going upstairs to remember his hometown. The official drama intones Lu You's view of fame and shame, and the world is bleak in his later years.
The courtyard is full of fallen leaves, and Wan Li hates Taiqiu. If you don't plan for tomorrow, go upstairs and worry about a foreign land.
A fishing boat is as big as an extraordinary child. It can pick a mountain and win a place to stay. Gu Anshi went out of the mountain by mistake and arrived at Wu Youyue Pass.
Thousands of fishing fires fall in the autumn wind, and a leaf in Muyu Bay belongs to the boat. Travel fatigue is like sleepy wine, and homesickness is like chains.
I used to be quick-sighted and quick-handed, and I was more afraid of hitting my hair from this point. Chen's tenderness and coldness invaded the account and caused a slight frost.
The guest has no tears. The yellow flowers are gaunt, when will they be returned?
The building is inclined alone, and the sound leakage is long. Dark feelings are very hurtful.
Desolate and tasteless, half sad about autumn and half homesick. Time flies, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming.
Last year in Jiang Shangxing, I often worried about my hometown. With the Blue Cloud Pavilion, you can see the mountains and rivers.
Wang Wei lives alone in a foreign land.
On the night of August, I miss my hometown so much that I have a few roots on my temples. -"Mid-Autumn Festival to send Yang (a Mid-Autumn Festival to send Yang brothers forever)" Year: Tang Author: Han He
If you don't cherish sitting in the middle of the night, it's hard to get rid of Wan Li. I watched it together for a month, all in Guangzhou. Tears are full of gold, and the soul is frightened by the night. Homesick and speechless. -"Mid-Autumn Festival Guang Jiang Tie Xiu Wei Yi" Year: Tang Author:
Long-term guests have not returned, and the Mid-Autumn Festival can hurt the body twice. At dusk, my country is in Hengyang. The island is overcast and the leaves in the forest are yellow. Night dreams are thousands of miles away, reading old books. -"Autumn Moon Pregnant Trip" Year: Tang Author: Zhu Qingyu
Tonight, people are looking forward to it. I wonder who will fall in Qiu Si? -"Looking at the Moon at Fifteen Nights" Year: Tang Author: Wang Jian
It's been too long since we broke up. It's the seventh Mid-Autumn Festival. Last year in the East, I looked at the moon and was depressed. -"Water Tune Song Tou" Year: Song Author: Su Zhe
4. Write a poem about missing hometown in autumn Du Mu-hiking
Winding along the rocky path in Lengshan Town.
A home uncovered in floating white clouds
Parking LAM Raymond likes to sit up late.
The frosty autumn leaves are redder than the flowers in February.
Zhang Ji-Night parking near Fengqiao
Frosty night,
Jiang Feng sleeps in the fire.
Hanshan Temple outside Gusu,
The midnight bell arrived at the passenger ship.
Bai Juyi-Pipa Hang
In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn.
I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music.
Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon.
We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left.
We followed the direction of the melody and asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered.
We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again.
However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us.
... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings.
Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life.
She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit.
She brushed the strings, slowly twisted, swept and plucked, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones.
Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets.
Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade.
Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice.
The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings condense, and the condensation will never stop.
The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.
A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons.
Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.
The east ship was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering the river.
She tied it thoughtfully on the rope, stood up and smoothed her clothes, serious and polite.
Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill.
She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians.
Song often impressed people, and her beauty envied all the leading dancers.
How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song.
And the blood color of the skirt was stained by wine, China.
Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention.
Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared.
There were fewer and fewer cars and horses in front of the door, and finally she married herself to a businessman.
Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago.
And she has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary. Around the cabin, the moon and the river are cold.
Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears.
Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder.
We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? .
A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile.
Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year.
My residence is near the town by the river, low and humid, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes.
What can you hear here in the morning and evening? ? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing.
I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining.
Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears.
Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music.
Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. I will write a Long song about guitar. ..
... she was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder.
Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces.
But which of them cried the most? , this Jiujiang officer. My blue sleeves are wet.
Meng Haoran —— Reading Zhang Qiu Deng Lan Shan
On the north peak in the white clouds,
You have found your quiet place.
Try to climb the other side of the mountain,
If the heart flies, the bird dies.
A quiet evening may seem a little sad,
If the weather is not so cool and sunny this autumn.
I looked at the river bank and the villagers who went home.
Rest on the beach until the ferry comes back.
There are trees on the horizon, like a row of grass.
Ships are like the moon by the river.
I hope you can come to see me and bring a basket of wine.
* * * Drunk Double Ninth Festival.
"Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains" Tang
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
Military commander's view of climbing the mountain in autumn in Liu Changqing Temple
Gutai is always homesick in autumn. There are few people in the wild temple, and Yunfeng is separated by water depth.
The sunset clings to the old city, and the clear sound echoes in the empty forest. Southern dynasties, what's left? , today alone in the Yangtze River.
Autumn night Tang Wangwei
At the beginning of the month, the moon rises, the autumn tea is thin, and the thin silk gown does not change clothes.
The long night is full of affectionate silver, guarding the empty room with fear and jealousy, and can't bear to sleep.
Midnight Qiu Ge Tang Libai
There is moonlight in Chang 'an, and all the families in Yi Dao are there.
The autumn wind blew Yi Dao's voice, and every household remembered the people guarding the border.
When will the border war be settled and when will my husband end his expedition?
5. Poem about Homesickness 2007065438+1Friday, October 26th 2 1:04 Drinking Mingyue (Li Bai) from a pot of wine among the flowers alone, I drink alone. No one is with me.
Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.
I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring. The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.
Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness. I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.
The moon (Zhang Jiuling), which is far away from the moon, is now at sea, and the horizon is * * * at this time. Bring a separated heart, and be considerate for a long time at night! Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.
You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams. There is a bosom under the autumn night (Meng Haoran). Autumn moon hangs in the sky and Guanghua is wet.
The surprised magpie has not settled, and the flying fireflies are rolling in. The courtyard is sparsely shaded, and the sound of the neighboring night is urgent.
What is the ceremony? Look at the sky and stand. Mid-Autumn Moon (Yan Shu) turned to court in ten rounds, and took people to the corner alone this evening. Su E may not regret it. In the Mid-Autumn Moon (Su Shi), the moonlight is full of cold, and the silver people silently turn to the tracts.
If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year? Looking at the moon in the pavilion on August 15 (Tang Juyi) Last August 15, next to the apricot garden by Qujiang Pool.
On the night of August 15 this year, in front of Songpu Shatou Water Hall. Where is the hometown in the northwest and the full moon in the southeast.
Yesterday, the wind blew and no one would meet. Tonight, the light is as clear as usual. Mid-Autumn Festival (Lu Guimeng) shortened, first frost lost late, and the wind seemed to send the curtain wedding. Inclined trees are separated, and candlelight is full of fragrance. I love the sheng tune without hesitation, listening to the stars disappearing in the north. Who wants to reduce the coolness of school and noon? Guizi (Tang Pirixiu) Yuxing left the moon on the night of August 15th and found new flowers in front of the temple.
So far, the sky doesn't exist, but Chang 'e should be thrown to people. Song Sushi's Mid-Autumn Moon Tour: The bright moon is not out of the mountain, and the red light is thousands of feet.
A cup of silver is not full, and the clouds are scattered. Those who wash God's eyes should welcome the water from Fermin River.
Then I will be indifferent to people in the world, just like I am sorry for Zhan Ran. Mars in the southwest is like a projectile. Its horns and tail are bright and pale.
Not tonight, but even fireflies are fighting for the cold. Who was rowing yesterday? This is a thousand days and nights.
The twists and turns have no intention of chasing the waves, and they bow their heads to sacrifice with the song board. Will the waves and the wind return to the office before the green fluorescence disappears and turns to the mountains?
The bright moon is easy to fall and disperse, and it is even more important to see it when you come back. The clearer the moonlight in front of the hall, the better, and the grass dew in the cold throat.
Shutters push doors silently, while windows are silent and old. Du Nan is engaged in shame and poverty, and there are several people who write moon poems.
In the Ming dynasty, the personnel were in the same position as the morning glow, and suddenly I dreamed of Yao and Taiwan. In the Mid-Autumn Festival (Mi Fei in Song Dynasty), the eyes were poor, Huaihai was wrapped in silver, and everything was red and cultivated.
If there is no labor in the sky, the osmanthus tree will grow long and break the moon. Zhuang Ni's Mid-Autumn Festival (Yuan Haowen) is too thin for a thick meal and too narrow for a dress. Autumn is already very cold for children. I don't know how hard it is to get out of that hut, that stream, that noise, that beach, that mountain, that night, that moon, that dawn, and the homesickness in the poem. 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) 2. Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed.
Where do children come from when they meet strangers? "He zhang's" hometown couplet ") 3. The spine of the book 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") 4. 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.
... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang.
(Wang Wan's "The Next Berth on Beibao Mountain") 5. 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's Home) 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's Silent Night Thinking) 7. The sound of Yudi's flight was dark, and the spring breeze filled 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") 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's Journey to the North) 9. Wanderers listen to drums and autumn geese sing. 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.
Bai Juyi's three homesick poems look at Jing 'an Hall as a window willow and flowers in front of the station. 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. If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers.
Nanpu bid farewell to Nanpu, and the west wind curled up in autumn. Turn back immediately, my heart is broken, so I can leave and don't look back.
1. I often go, Yangliu is Yiyi; Today, I think it's raining heavily-The Book of Songs. Picked Wei. 2. Elegy can be wept, and the prospect can be returned to China-Elegy of Han Yuefu folk songs. 3. Humayi north wind, crossing the south branch of the Bird's Nest-nineteen ancient poems by Han. 4. But the grass's reward is three rays of spring-Tang Meng Jiao. Three miscellaneous poems by Wei. On a quiet night, there is such bright light at the foot of my bed. Could there be frost already? Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank again. I suddenly remembered my hometown Li Bai 8. Where is your hometown? Unless you are drunk, forget it. I miss my family on holiday-I miss my Shandong brother Wei 10 on holiday in the mountains. I don't know whose family it belongs to-Wang Tangjian's "Looking at the Moon at Fifteen Nights to Send Doctor Du Langzhong" 1 1. Everyone gradually feels strange in the local accent, but they hate the warbler's sound like an old mountain-Tang Tu's Five Poems on Man 12. Only the lake in front of the door is reflected, and the spring breeze does not change the old waves-Tanghe Zhangzhi. The local accent has not changed, but the hair on the sideburns has declined. -Tang He Zhang Zhi's Homecoming Book 14. He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! -Tang Du Fu's My Brother on a Moonlit Night 15. Mourning is sad, leaving is sad-Warring States Period. Nine songs of Chu Quyuan. Think less about life 16. Moon how bright, shine on my bed. Too sad to sleep, wandering around in clothes.
Although the guests are happy, it is better to turn back early. Who should a person complain about the trouble of running away from home? Back to my room, tears stained my clothes.
Friday, September 9, 2008, 14:33 1. I often go, and the willow is Yi Yi; I think about it today, it's raining -> 2. Mourning can make you cry, but looking far away can make you return to China-Folk Songs of Han Yuefu > 3. Humayi North Wind, Crossing the South Branch of Bird's Nest-Nineteen Ancient Poems of Han Dynasty > 4. But how much affection does an inch of grass have-Don Meng Jiao > 5. Now, when I meet people near my village, I dare not ask any questions.