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")
Poems of friendship
After all, the world is just a small place. -"Farewell to Du Shu"
I advise you to have a glass of wine. There is no reason not to go out. -Wang Wei's "Send Yuan II An Xi"
Sailing alone in the blue sky, I can see the Yangtze River flowing in the sky. -Li Bai's Farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou
Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love. -Li Bai "To Wang Lun"
A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks? -Gao Shi "Don't move big"
dear
You live at the head of the Yangtze River and I live at the end of the Yangtze River.
I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water.
Common poppy/corn poppy/poppy
Qingnalanxingde
Autumn clouds are easy to disperse, and swallows sigh.
There is no reason to break up a few times and win a kiss.
Can I send you a letter before the Old Testament frost?
It's better not to think about the past and watch the sunset with a red pillow.
Queqiaoxian
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The thin clouds in the sky are changing, the meteors in the sky convey the sadness of acacia, and the endless galaxy I quietly crossed tonight.
On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife.
Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge.
As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron?
Serenade of peace and joy/lyrics of peace, tranquility and joy
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Small red print means that business is flat,
The feeling that the swan goose is in the clouds and the fish is in the water is hard to come out.
The setting sun leans on the west wing alone, and the distant mountain is facing the curtain hook.
People don't know where, but the green waves still flow eastward.
A butterfly in love with flowers
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The threshold chrysanthemum worries about smoke and tears. The curtain is light and cold, and the swallow flies away.
The bright moon doesn't know how to leave sorrow and hate suffering. The morning light slanted on Zhu Hu.
The west wind withered the green trees last night. A person in a tall building can see the end of the world.
I want to send colored stationery and rulers. The mountain is very long and the water is very big!
lily magnolia
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On the grassy old road, he seemed that the couple left me easily and set off.
The bell on the first floor struck the fifth watch, and the sadness in my heart was like being sprinkled in the spring rain in March.
Ruthless people understand the sufferings of affectionate people, and the melancholy of one inch of acacia has become thousands of strands.
Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time.
Philip Burkart people.
Song Yan Dao Ji
Red leaves and yellow flowers are in late autumn, and thousands of miles miss travelers.
After the flood, where can I send books?
Tears are endless, so I spin ink on the inkstone.
I can't write gradually, because I am deeply in this situation, and the red note is colorless.
A butterfly in love with flowers
Song Liu Yong
Leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking forward to spring sorrow, and the sky is dark.
Who will rely on silence in the afterglow of grass smoke?
I plan to get drunk on the map of madness and sing songs for wine, which is strong and tasteless.
I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.
Anxiety; worry
White hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard. Li Bai's
Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward.
I'm afraid the boat at the stern of Shuangxi can't carry much gloom.
Teenagers do not know the taste of sorrow, fall in love with the floor, fall in love with the floor.
Now I know the taste of sadness, and I want to talk about it, but I want to talk about it, but it is a cool autumn.