2, snow in succession, cover the door, can not help but keep the soul, thin Jiang Meiyun. -Guan Hanqing's "Da De Ge Dong"
3. At the end of the year, there are many northerly winds, and it snows in Xiaoxiang Dongting. -Du Fu's "Words and deeds of the Year"
4. Snow turns to crow, river ice leaps, and wind blows dragon piles. -Nalan Xingde's Man Fang Ting, Snow and Crow
5. Ling Bo of Wushe is as muscular as snow, holding a poem of red leaves. -Su's "Ten Skills Poems, Choose Two"
6, Wanli's heart is more bitter, and tears are seen in October. -Hua Qingshu, "Looking at the South of the Yangtze River, Yan Sai Xue"
7. There is snow and frost, but it is not very red. -Wang's "Hongmei"
2. the ancient poem homesick for the full moon 1, the foot of the bed is so bright, will it have frosted? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. (Li Bai: "Silent Night Thinking")
2. The New Year will only deepen my desire and increase the lonely tears of an exile. People who are exiled in old age rush ahead of me in spring. The monkey came down from the mountain and pestered me. I was tortured like a bodyguard, so when will this day come? (Liu Changqing: "New Year")
The south is a wilderness, because the leaves are falling and the wind from the north makes the water cold. My home is wandering by the river, and the sea of clouds is far away. Tears of homesickness in the journey, see the back of the sail on the horizon. The smoke in the wind blurs where the ferry can be, and the vast river ripples in the sunset. (Meng Haoran: "I am pregnant in the early cold river")
4. Xian Yi, young and old, left home, and the local accent has not changed. Where do children come from when they meet strangers? (He Zhangzhi: Homecoming Book)
Monkeys whimper on the dark mountain, and the river rushes in the dark. The wind blows through the leaves on both sides, and the moon shines on the boat. Jiande's scenery is good, but it's not my hometown. I still miss my old friends in Yangzhou. Recalling those two lines of tears that I couldn't restrain, I looked at the west side of the west bank and sent sadness to Yangzhou. (Meng Haoran: "From a berth on Tonglu to a friend in Yangzhou")
6. They said that the geese flying south came back this month. Birds don't enter, but I don't travel far to Lingnan. I don't know when, when can I return home? At low tide, the river stopped and the forest was foggy, but tomorrow morning, on the other side of the mountain, the dawn will be white and there will be plum trees in my hometown. (Song Wenzhi: Inscribed on the wall of an inn in the north of Dayu Mountain)
7. I have been in first frost for ten years in the Guest House and Bingzhou, and I remember Xianyang day and night. For no reason, I crossed the mulberry river, but I hope that Bing is my hometown. (Liu Zao: "Journey to the North")
8. I put away my sails near Huaizhen and found a small bay to park. Strong winds set off waves on the river, and the sun sank into the darkness of the earth. The dark people in the city all went home to rest, and the Moon Bay also lived there. Lonely at night, I can't help but think of Chang 'an. How can I sleep when I hear the bells on the shore? (Wei: Parked at dusk in the district)
3. The poem describing snow should be 1 about homesickness, and the poem describing snow is about homesickness:
My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.
There is a dark snow-capped mountain in Qinghai, with long white clouds and a lonely city looking at Yumenguan.
Yunxue is far away from Wan Li, the highest mountain where he once lived. I can't go back to earth for the time being, so I'll meet you again in Chang 'an.
The most poetic thing about writing snow is Li Bai, whose imagination is by no means owned by ordinary people in the world. Only Li Bai can come up with the poem "A fairy should be drunk and drown white clouds", because he is a poet worthy of the name.
Li Bai's poems are the highest attainments of imagination. They are full of fairy tales, so pure and romantic. Liu Zongyuan's snow is so aloof, so noble and so awe-inspiring. Liu Changqing's snow gives people warmth and expectation, and comforts and warms the wandering pedestrians. Lu Lun's Snow is full of heroism. He was born like a man and died like a ghost. Although our bows and swords are covered with snow, he will move on.
4. The poem of homesickness on a snowy day is 1. Where is Hengqinling's home? The heavy snow hindered the horse's progress.
Interpretation: Clouds fly over Nanshan. Where is my home? Outside the Lantian Pass with thick snow, the horse also stopped.
Source: "Moving to Languan to Show Grandnephew's Neck"-Tang Hanyu
Original text:
A letter in the sky, eight thousand in Chaoyang Road at night.
If you want to eliminate disasters for the wise, you are willing to decline and cherish the old!
Where is the home of Yunheng Qinling? The heavy snow hindered the horse's progress.
Knowing that you came all the way, you should have done it on purpose so that I could collect the bones by the river.
Translation:
An exhortation book was given to the emperor in the morning and banished to the Chaoyang far away in the evening. If you want to get rid of harmful things for the emperor, you can't spare the rest of your life because of aging. Clouds pass over Nanshan. Where is my home? Outside the Lantian Pass with thick snow, the horse also stopped. Knowing that you have come a long way, you will have some plans. You just collect my bones by the river.
2. Qinghai Changyun Dark Snow Mountain, and the lonely city overlooks Yumenguan.
Interpretation: Qinghai Lake is covered with dark clouds, and the continuous snow-capped mountains are bleak. Yumen, the ancient city of frontier fortress, is a grand pass, thousands of miles away, facing each other from afar.
Source: "Seven Songs of Joining the Army, Part IV"-Don Wang Changling
Original text:
There is a dark snow-capped mountain in Qinghai, with long white clouds and a lonely city looking at Yumenguan.
Yellow sand wears golden armor in hundreds of battles, but the loulan is not returned.
Translation:
Qinghai Lake is covered with dark clouds, and the continuous snow-capped mountains are bleak. Yumen, the ancient city of frontier fortress, is a grand pass, thousands of miles away, facing each other from afar. The soldiers guarding the border have been through many battles, their armor is worn out, their ambitions are immortal, and they will never return to their hometown until they defeat the invading enemy.
3. The window contains autumn snow in Xiling, and it is at the gate of Wu Dong Wan Li boating.
Commentary: I sat in front of the window and could see the snow accumulated all the year round on Xiling. Ships from Wu Donglai, thousands of miles away, were parked in front of the door.
Source: quatrains-Tang Du Fu
Original text:
"Two orioles sing green willows, and egrets cover the sky."
My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.
Translation:
Two orioles sang tactfully among the green willows, and a group of neat egrets went straight into the blue sky. Sitting by the window, you can see the snow accumulated all the year round on Xiling Mountain, and ships from Dongwu, thousands of miles away, are parked in front of the door.
4, three feet of snow, dream back to the old machine.
Commentary: The snow in the third pass is three feet thick. The past is like a dream I bought myself a loom before.
Source: After the funeral, I went to Sanguan to meet the snow-Tang-Li Shangyin
Original text:
The road beyond the sword I'm going to is very remote. You can't send me warm clothes without home.
The snow in the three passes is three feet thick, and the past is like a dream. Remember the past and make a loom for me.
Translation:
I'm going to work outside the sword It's a long way. You can't send me cold clothes without a home. The snow is three feet thick in the third year, and the past is like a dream. I bought myself a loom before.
5, there is much wind and snow, and the dream of breaking the hometown has not come true. There is no such sound in the garden.
Interpretation: The wind outside the tent keeps blowing, the snowflakes can't stop, and the noise breaks the dream of homesickness, but there is no such sound in my hometown thousands of miles away.
Source: Sauvignon Blanc-Qing-Nalanxingde
Original text:
A ride on the mountain, a ride on the water, and a trip to Guan Yu, with thousands of lights at night.
When the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, and there is no such sound in the garden.
Translation:
After wading through mountains and rivers, the soldiers kept heading for Shanhaiguan. The night is already deep, and lights are on in thousands of tents. Outside the tent, the wind kept blowing, snowflakes kept falling, and the noise shattered the dream of homesickness, but there was no such sound in my hometown thousands of miles away.
5. When I see the winter snow, I think of homesickness poems, withered vines and old trees, faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, thin horses on the old road, sunset and heartbroken people at the end of the world.
I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already? I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
But I looked at my hometown, and the twilight was getting thicker, and the mist of sadness was filled on the river waves.
A glass of turbid wine belongs to Wan Li's family, and the tube is strong and the frost is everywhere.
The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.
When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.
* * * Looking at the bright moon and crying, it is a red heart, five places, all sick and willing.
Wine turns into sorrow, into acacia tears.
The scenery in Qiu Lai is different. The wild geese in Hengyang go unnoticed and ring all around. Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes.
A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet. The pipe strength is covered with frost. People don't sleep, and the general has white hair and tears.
6. Poems about longing for the moon and homesickness, leaves and autumn sounds, a little banana and a little sadness, and after the third night of dreams.
_ _ _ _ Xu Zaisi's Night Rain of the Water Fairy 2. People say that the sunset is the end of the world, where you can't see your home. _ _ _ _ Homesickness in Li Gou 3. The moon is now full of flowers and has crossed the sea. At this time, Tianya * * *.
_ _ _ _ Zhang Jiuling's "Full Moon Thinking Far" 4. Mochow has no bosom friend in the road ahead, and everyone knows you. _ _ _ _ Gao Shi's "Don't Move Big 5". 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 recaptured by the imperial army" 6. He knew that the dew would be frosty tonight, and the moonlight at home was so bright! . _ _ _ _ Du Fu's Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night 7. What should be wrong with Lingnan?
But this road. This peace of mind is my hometown.
_ _ _ _ Su Shi's Juvenile Tour to the South China Sea to Serve People and Foster Mothers in Wang Dingguo' 8. The drooping leaves on foreign trees and the cold light of lonely lanterns at night. _ _ _ _ Ma Dai's Autumn Chrysanthemum on Bashang 9. If relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other, a piece of ice heart is in the jade pot.
_ _ _ _ Wang Changling's Farewell to Xin Jian at Furong Inn 10 When will the bright moon shine on me in Jiang Nanan? _ _ _ _ Wang Anshi's "Dengguazhou" 1 1, long and boundless, homesick. _ _ _ _ Zhang Jiuling's Night of the Xijiang River 12, I wish people a long time and a beautiful scenery.
_ _ _ _ Su Shi's Mid-Autumn Festival in Chen Bing. Now, near my village and meeting people, I dare not ask a question 13. _ _ _ _ Song "Crossing the Han River" 14, the rest of the flutes are secretly flying and scattered into the spring breeze of Los Angeles.
_ _ _ _ Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night/Smelling the flute in Luoyang on a Spring Night" 15. The wind changes into snow, and the dream of breaking my hometown will not come true, so there is no such sound in my hometown. _ _ _ _ Nalanxingde's "Sauvignon Blanc" Mountain Tour 16, the petals have already shed tears, and the lonely bird has sung grief.
_ _ _ _ Du Fu's Hope for Spring 17, teenagers leave home and return home, and the local accent does not change. _ _ _ _ He's Hometown Couplet, Part I 18. I have been away from my hometown for many years and have been half dead recently.
_ _ _ _ What's the Book of Two Hometowns 19, one is called Broken Ileum, March, I remember March 8th. _ _ _ _ Li Bai's Xuancheng/Zigui Watching Rhododendrons 20. Only the lake in front of the door, the spring breeze does not change the waves of the past.
_ _ _ _ What two hometown couplets 2 1, until, I raised my cup and asked the bright moon, which brought me my shadow and let the three of us. _ _ _ _ Li Bai's Four Poems of Drinking the Moon Alone, Part I, 22. Plainclothes don't sigh, but it's still clear to go home.
_ _ _ _ Lu You's Spring Rain in Lin 'an 23. But I looked at home and the twilight faded? The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy. _ _ _ _ Cui Hao's Yellow Crane Tower/Climbing the Yellow Crane Tower 24. I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight.
_ _ _ _ Wang Jian's Fifteen Nights Full Moon Send Du Langzhong' 25. The whole year will end at night, and Wan Li has not returned. _ _ _ _ Dai Shulun "In addition to staying at Shek Kong for the night" 26. In this serenade, I heard the willows, and everyone couldn't stand homesickness.
_ _ _ _ Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night/Smelling the flute in Luoyang on a Spring Night" 27. You from my old country, tell me what happened there! . _ _ _ _ Wang Wei's Three Miscellaneous Poems II 28. A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's destination, but Ran Yan didn't go home empty-handed.
_ _ _ _ Fan Zhongyan's The Fisherman's Pride Qiu Si' 29. The spring in Luoyang is good, and the talents in Luoyang are old in other places. _ _ _ _ Wei Zhuang's "Bodhisattva Man" 30. The water brings you a hint of home. Draw your boat for three hundred miles.
_ _ _ _ Li Bai saw his friend off at Jingmen Ferry 3 1. When will the dream home arrive and how many people will return to Chunjiang? _ _ _ _ Lu Xun's "Spring in Chang 'an" 32. I have no dreams to go home for ten years, and I am independent of Qingfeng. _ _ _ _ Xie Fangde's Wuyi Mountain 33. When will you go home and wash your robe? The silver word is the tone, and the heart word is the fragrance.
_ _ _ _ Jie Jiang's "A plum and a boat crossing the Wujiang River" 34. * * * Looking at the bright moon and crying, it is a red heart, five places, all sick and willing. _ _ _ _ Bai Juyi's "Full Moon" 35. I don't know where to play the flute, and I want to look forward to my hometown overnight.
_ _ _ _ Li Yi's On Listening to the Flute at Night on the Wall of the Country' 36. Where is my hometown in the northwest? How many times is it in the southeast? _ _ _ _ Bai Juyi's "Looking at the Moon in the Pavilion on the 15th of August" 37. After people return to yan zhen, think before flowers.
_ _ _ _ Xue Daoheng's Homecoming 38. Thousands of miles away from home, a maid-in-waiting lived here for twenty years. _ _ _ _ Zhang Hu's "Palace words are thousands of miles away from home" 39. Bashan Chuhe River was desolate and abandoned in twenty-three years.
_ _ _ _ Liu Yuxi's "The First Meeting in Yangzhou" 40. Tell me, where do you live? Near here, next to the fishing pond? . _ _ _ _ Cui Hao's "Tell me where you live when you travel" 4 1, when you are a stranger in a foreign land, you feel homesick every holiday.
_ _ _ _ Wang Wei's Thinking of My Shandong Brothers on Vacation in the Mountain/Memories of Jiuri Mountain East Brothers in September' 42. There is still a long way to go in the east of my hometown, and I don't want to cry. _ _ _ _ Cen Can's "On the Messenger of the Jingshi" 43. It is far from a book to a dream. Only an empty bed is the enemy of Su Qiu.
_ _ _ _ Li Shangyin's Final Residence' 44. Anvil pestle knocks deep alley, and the well falls in Qiu Lai's hometown. _ _ _ _ Lu You's Qiu Si 45. If you can't write a book, just send a little miss.
_ _ _ _ Zhang Yan's Lonely Goose in Jie Lianhuan 46. My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty. _ _ _ _ Gao Shi's Night Shift 47. I don't know when I have to go back with you. _ _ _ _ Wei Chengqing's Poems of Singing Wild Goose in the South' 48. Cong Ju shed tears another day, and the lonely boat is the heart of hometown.
_ _ _ _ Du Fu's Eight Poems of Autumn Prosperity 49. Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang, I want a writer to write a book. _ _ _ _ Zhang Ji Qiu Si 50, the wind is blowing from thousands of miles away, banging on the battlements of Yumenguan.
_ _ _ _ Li Bai's Guan Shanyue 5 1, the sorrow of the Yangtze River has stagnated, and Wan Li will return. _ _ _ _ Wang Bo's In the Mountains on page 52. In the morning, I began to collect taxes and visit my hometown.
_ _ _ _ Wen Tingyun's Morning Trip to Goodness 53. Books are as affectionate as old friends, and every morning is a mixture of sadness and joy. _ _ _ _ Yu Qian's Reading 54. Watching clouds cover your eyes, homesick for raindrops.
_ _ _ _ Bai Juyi's "Dripping Rain" 55. I am homesick here, and I have been very sad and tired for many years. _ _ _ _ Wang Ji's "If you are in Xi".
7. What are the poems about "Looking at the Moon"? 1. Mid-Autumn Moon.
(Song) Su Shi
The twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired 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?
2. Mid-Autumn Festival
(Tang) Lipu
When the mirror rises in the sky, the clouds are silent;
A full round, accompanied by Wan Liyun;
The sly rabbit falls the string, and the demon frog rests in front of him;
Lingcha plans to go hand in hand until the Milky Way is completely clear.
3. "Playing with the Moon on August 15th"
(Tang) Liu Yuxi
Tonight the sky will wash the world again.
Go to Qiu Lai in summer.
The stars are shining and the breeze is bright.
What can change the human world is Yujing in You Ran.
4. "Water regulation"
(Song) Su Dongpo
Chen Bing Mid-Autumn Festival, happy drinking. Drunk, writing this article, pregnant.
When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance.
I don't know about palaces in the sky. What year is tonight?
I want to go home by wind, but I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu.
It's too cold up there! Dance and enjoy the shadow of the moon, which is in the world.
The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self.
The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone?
People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. 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.
5. Mid-Autumn Moon
(Song) Su Shi
The twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired 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?
6. Too frequent quotations
(Song) Xin Qiji
A round of autumn shadows turned to golden waves, and the flying mirror was re-ground.
Ask Heng E about wine: What should I do if I am cheated by white hair!
Riding the wind, Wan Li is in the sky,
Overlooking the mountains and rivers Go dancing in Guangxi. Human nature is clearer.
7. Random thoughts on Mid-Autumn Festival travel
Look at the geese in a lonely shadow, and miss the mink in a thousand miles; The autumn in my hometown recalls the bright moon, and the night terrors in foreign countries.
My hand hasn't climbed over osmanthus, so it's still a banana; Climb the stairs to make a sad contribution and look at the western sky and the sea.
8. Homesickness on a moonlit night
The stars are thin and the moon is cold, and the milky way is quiet;
Where is Wan Li's Shanjia? I have a lot of worries when I come at night.
9. Pain
In the dead of night, the bright moon hangs high in the center of the sky and there is silence; Sleepy eyes,
As if in a dream; Living everywhere is restless, and my hometown is in my heart;
Suffering is like burning the heart of a king.