I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. 2, "Jade Family" Tang Libai Her jade steps were cold and dew, and the bottom of the silk was wet. She lingered there for so long.
Go back to my room and put down the crystal curtain, still looking at the exquisite moon through the curtain. 3, "Qiupu Song XIII" Tang Li Bai Lishui Qing Yue, the moon egrets fly.
Lang listened to the girl picking ling and returned with a nocturne. 4, "Drinking the Moon Alone" Tang Li Bai from from a pot of wine among the flowers, 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.
5, "Guan Shanyue" Tang Li Bai bright moon hanging high in heaven, the vast sea of clouds. The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass.
At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai. This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive.
The soldiers turned and looked at the border, thinking of home with longing eyes. The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away.
6. "Drinking asking for the moon" When will the clear sky and bright moon of Tang Li Bai come? Stop for a drink today and ask: the moon is unattainable, and the moon goes with people? As bright as a flying mirror, has the green smoke gone out? But when you see the night coming from the sea, would you rather know that it is going to the clouds? The moon is on the white rabbit's back, autumn and spring, and who is the neighbor of Chang's lonely life? Now people are not seen in Gu Yue, but in this month they took the ancients. The ancients said, if people are running water, they look at the bright moon.
Just look at the glass and sing loudly, and the moonlight can grow in a golden cup. 7, "Jiande Night Sleeping" Tang Meng Haoran My boat moored in the fog, and at dusk, the memories of the old days began.
The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon. 8, "Month" Tang Xiaoru hook, the fan was flown by the Han fleet.
Thin shadows will be round. How many places in the world can you see them? 9. "Looking at the moon and thinking about a distance" The bright moon in Jiuling, Zhang Tang, is now full of sea, and the horizon is * * * at this time. People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones.
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.
10 "Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night" Tang Du Fu's wanderer listens to the drums and autumn geese. 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.
1 1, an autumn evening in the mountains, an empty mountain after the Tang Dynasty, standing in the autumn evening. 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.
12, staying alone in the Tang Dumu Inn, I am locked with loneliness and sadness. Recalling the cold light and returning to my hometown to recall the past; Like a flock of lost geese.
The road to my hometown is too far away. I will come back at dawn, and the letter from home will not be sent to this place until next year. The Cangjiang River in the moonlight, the scenery is so beautiful, and the fishing boat is in front of my house.
13, "The Old Friend Tea Narration" Tang Jian refers to the outside of Jiuhua Camp, with the title of Yujing. When the moon opens, there is the sound of disorderly springs underground.
Invite monks in the middle of the night and cook the moon with lonely songs. The blue sky is heavy and broken, and the fragrance is light and the flowers are light.
All the six fu-organs sleep, and the number of poems is clear. I didn't dare to spend money after the month, so I supported it with my elbow.
14 "Song of Mujiang" Tang Yang is in the sky, half river rustling, half river red. On the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.
15, "Frost Moon" Tang Li Shangyin first heard that there was no cicada in the wild goose, and a hundred feet of water met the sky. The frost goddess and the moon are not afraid of the cold, and they are more beautiful and pure in the cold and frost recreation.
16, Man Xing, a song of Du Fu in Tang Dynasty, is only a few feet away from the river, and lanterns shine at night. The heron in the sand head is silent, and the fish in the stern are screaming.
17 "Bo Qinhuai" Tang Dumu smoke cage cold water moon cage sand, night parking near Qinhuai restaurant. Strong women in business don't know how to hate their country, but they still sing backyard flowers across the river.
18, "Night Sleeping by the Maple Bridge" On the frosty night in the Tang Dynasty, the fishermen in the river wind are worried. In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.
When people are in a foreign land, they miss their relatives every festive season. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
20. Apart from the cold light in the hotel at night, why does the guest's heart become sad? My hometown is a thousand miles away tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty. 2 1. Go home [Tang] The son of Du Mu asked, why did you stay home so long? * * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns? 22, homesickness [Song] Li Gou said that the sunset is the end of the world, looking at the end of the world without seeing home. I hate the blue mountain, which is still covered by dusk clouds. On 23rd, Jingshi received a letter from Yuan Kaijiang [Ming] with the words 15. There is nothing else to say, only to return to China early. 24. When I first visited the mountains and rivers with the great master, I sent my relatives to Beijing. On the autumn night in Huainan, Yan came from Gaozhai. 26. Miscellaneous Poems (Wang Wei) You from my old country, tell me what happened there! When you passed my window and Han Mei was in full bloom, was it plum blossom? 27. The wall of an inn in North Dayu Mountain (Song Wenzhi) reads: "Go back, will my own trip to the south come back this month?" ? The river stopped at low tide, and the Woods are foggy, but tomorrow morning, when you cross this mountain, you can see the beauty of the dragon head. On 28th, Du Jingmen bid farewell to Li Bai and left Chu for a trip. Mountains follow Ping Ye, rivers enter the wild. Flying under the moon, the clouds grow and the sea builds. I still pity the water in my hometown and send a boat a thousand miles away. 30. Looking at the moon for fifteen nights (Wang Jian), crows in Bai Shu in the atrium and osmanthus in Coody Leng are silent. Tonight, the moon is full of hope, and I don't know whose home Qiu Si will stay. 3 1, "On Balance" hometown to the capital, the road is long, its Xiu Yuan Xi, double-sleeved dragon bell cries. Don't use paper and pencil immediately when you meet, and leave a message to report peace. 32. Show your son (Lu You) that he is dead and everything is empty, but he is sad to see Kyushu. I'm honored to tell you about the family sacrifice. 33. The pride of the fisherman (Fan Zhongyan) fills the wonders of Qiu Lai, and Hengyang geese go unnoticed, making noises all around. Thousands of miles, long smoke and loneliness. A glass of turbid wine made Wan Li a great country, but Ran Yan didn't stop thinking. I'm covered in frost. People are sleepless, and the general is white-haired and in tears. 34. It is raining again. When I go home, I wash my guest robes. Silver words are loud and fragrant. Time flies easily dump people. Cherry is red and banana is green. 35. Qiu Si (Ma Zhiyuan) in the courtyard sand is a dead vine, an old tree is a faint crow, a small bridge is flowing, and an ancient road is thin. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. 36. Nalanxingde Mountain in Sauvignon Blanc is a journey, and water is a journey. There is no such sound in my hometown. People miss Xue Daoheng for only seven days in spring and have been away from home for two years. People return to geese, but miss them before flowers. 38. My hometown Xinghua Tang intends to send flowers and wine to celebrate the opening of the new store, with flowers on the left and teacups on the right. Ask a cuttlefish and a glass of wine. How can an old friend be different? 39. Homesick Waihezhuang is sad and solo in a foreign land every year.
2. Poems about hometown: When the moon rises from the sea, the horizon is * * * (Zhang Jiuling), "I miss my relatives at every festival" (Wang Wei), "Looking up, I found it was moonlight, and then sinking back, I suddenly thought of home" (Li Bai), "He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight at home is!" (Du Fu) "When will the bright moon shine on me when the spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan" (Wang Anshi) "At that time, the bright moon was there, and I did.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. The loving mother recited the thread in her hand and 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?
Every tree in Hanyang of the Yellow Crane Tower becomes clear in the water, and Nautilus Island is a nest of herbs. But I looked at my hometown, and the twilight was getting thicker, and the mist of sadness was filled on the river waves.
Poems of missing 1. It's ringing, ask for its friendly voice -> 2. Give me a peach and a plum -> 3. Give me a papaya and give it back to Joan. Since we know each other, why do we have to be blind? -Han Yuefu folk songs > 5. Wan Li is near-the Three Kingdoms. Cao Wei Zhi > 6. However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven will remain our neighbor-Don Wang Bo > 7. Not far from knowing each other, Wan Li is still a neighbor-Don Zhang Jiuling > 8. Young people are willing to learn new things, but they are old friends when they are dying-Don Han Yu > 9. Friendship with Wen Chang and Neighboring with Germany-Tang Zuyong > 10. We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? -Tang Bai Juyi > 1 1. Make friends at the end of life, not for ups and downs-Tang Helan enters the Ming Dynasty > 12. There is no distinction between young and old in life, so why should we tune together first? -Tang Du Fu >; 13. Friends who paint must be light, and mountains are like paper, but they don't like peace —— Qing Weng Zhao "The sea rises from the moon, and at this time the horizon is * * *" (Zhang Jiuling), "I miss my relatives twice during the festive season" (Wang Wei), "Looking up, I found that the moonlight sank back, and I suddenly thought of home" (Li Bai) "He knew that the dew would frost tonight. (Du Fu) "Jiang Nanan Spring Breeze is Green, When Will the Moon Shine on Me" (Wang Anshi) "At that time, the moon was there, and I used to return as a colorful cloud" (Wang Anshi) 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 in the wind, but I'm afraid I'll be too high to stand the cold. Dance to see what the shadow on the earth looks like.
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.
3. The poet who describes his hometown is Han Mei in Wang Wei's Miscellaneous Poems. "Before going to bed tomorrow, will he open his first cold flower?" .
Home is the bright moon in Li Bai's "Thinking of a Quiet Night", "Looking up, I found it was moonlight, and then looking back, I suddenly thought of home".
Home is the nine ileum of Ma Zhiyuan's "Qiu Si" in which "when the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world".
Home is, but I look towards home, the twilight is getting deeper and deeper, and the river waves of the Yellow Crane Tower in Cui Hao are covered with a sad mist. A wisp of melancholy.
Home is Li Bai's "Smelling Flutes in Luoyang City on a Spring Night". "The rest of the flutes fly in the dark, scattered in the spring breeze and full of Luo". That sultry nocturne.
Home is the nocturne of "Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell goes to the passenger ship" in Zhang Ji's a night-mooring near maple bridge.
Home is Wang Anshi's "Dengguazhou", "Spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan, when will the bright moon shine on me?"
Home is a note written by Li Shangyin to a friend in the north on a rainy night. * * * Cut the candle at the west window, it's time to say it's raining late.
4. The poems describing the beautiful scenery of hometown should be 1 and "The Pride of Fisherman Qiu Si".
Song Dynasty: Fan Zhongyan
The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang Goose is unknown. Around, the sound of the horn sounded, thousands of miles away, and the long smoke closed.
A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet. Qiang tube covered with frost, people do not sleep. The general was white-haired and in tears.
The border scenery in autumn is completely different, and the geese flying to Hengyang have no nostalgia. From all directions, the wailing of the border earth sounded with the horn, in the mountains. Twilight is heavy, the mountains are setting, and the gates of the isolated city are closed.
After drinking a cup of old wine, I miss my hometown thousands of miles away and have a lot of thoughts. Thinking of the uneven border and unfinished business, I don't know when I can return to my hometown. The flute of Qiang people is melodious, and first frost is everywhere. It was late at night, and the soldiers couldn't sleep. The generals and soldiers were stained white by frost and snow, so they had to cry silently.
2. Letters from the capital
Ming Dynasty: Yuan Kai
The river is three thousand miles long, and there are fifteen letters from home.
There is nothing else between me, just telling me to go back to my hometown as soon as possible.
The river is three thousand miles long, and there are fifteen lines of letters from home. There is nothing else between the lines, just telling me to go back to my hometown as soon as possible.
3. "Show it to children"
Song dynasty: Lu you
I know that when I die, everything on earth has nothing to do with me. But the only thing that hurts me is that I failed to see the reunification of the motherland.
Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news!
I know that when I die, everything in the world has nothing to do with me; But the only thing that makes me sad is that I didn't see the reunification of the motherland with my own eyes. So, don't forget to tell your father the good news when Song Jun recovers the lost land in the Central Plains and you hold a family sacrifice!
4. Qiu Deng Wu Jiangjun Temple View
Tang Dynasty: Liu Changqing
The dilapidated vegetation has withered, and the autumn scenery has aroused my homesickness.
Monastery in the wilderness, fewer pedestrians, waterproof ghost more profound.
The sunset clings to the old city, and the clear sound echoes in the empty forest.
The sentimental south recalls the past, and only the Yangtze River has flowed since ancient times.
The dilapidated vegetation of the ancient terraces has withered, and the autumn colors have aroused my homesickness. In the wilderness, there are few pedestrians in the temple, and it is even deeper to see Yunfeng separated by water. The setting sun slowly sets against the old city, and the empty forest echoes the sound. The Southern Dynasties were full of melancholy, and only the Yangtze River has flowed from ancient times to the present.
5. Farewell friends at Jingmen Ferry
Tang Dynasty: 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.
Travel far by boat, passing through Jingmen to Chu's hometown. Castle Peak gradually disappears, and Ye Ping stretches as far as the eye can see. The Yangtze River surges and flows into the vast wasteland. The moon reflects the river, just like flying a mirror tomorrow; Clouds turned into blue sky, creating a mirage. The water in my hometown is reluctant to part with me, and Wan Li sent me boating not far away.
5. Poems about hometown 1, ... 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 berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain.
2. Humayi north wind, south branch of Bird's Nest. -Han's Nineteen Ancient Poems: Walking and Re-walking
3, the rain stays for a long night, and the residual lights are lonely. My hometown is full of clouds and water, which is not suitable for Qiu Meng.
Now, close to my village and meeting people, I dare not ask a question. -Tang Song Wen Zhi Du Da Yu Ling
Looking up, I found that it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home. -Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night
6, everyone is good in Jiangnan, and tourists only vote in Jiangnan. The spring water is greener than the sky, so tourists can sleep on the boat listening to the rain. -Wei Zhuang's Good Jiangnan
7. 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 "Homecoming"
8. The rest of the flutes are flying in the dark, and the spring breeze in Los Angeles is scattered. In this nocturne, everyone can't remember the national conditions. -Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night"
9. The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is it frosty already? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. -Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night
6. What poems describe hometown? 1. "Except working at night" Don Hotel is cold and sleepless, and the guests' hearts become sad.
My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty. 2, "Home" Tang Du Mu Zhi Zi asked, why did you stay late? * * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns? 3, "Homesickness" Song Liguo said that the sunset is the end of the world, and I can't see my hometown at the end of the world.
Castle Peak is being influenced by Castle Peak, which covers my sight. Twilight, Castle Peak. 4. The Letter from Shi Jing shows that Yuan Kaijiang is 3000 miles long and has 15 lines of letters.
There is nothing else between me, just telling me to go back to my hometown as soon as possible. 5, "Hao Chu sees the mountain with the Lord to send friends to Beijing" Liu Tang Zongyuan seaside mountain is like a sword, and Qiu Lai gives up his heart everywhere.
How can we turn this body into tens of millions, scattered to the heads of state's homes to see! 6. Yan Wen Where is the hometown of Tang Wei Wu Ying? It's leisurely to think about it.
Autumn night in Huainan, the high house smells wild geese coming. 7. "Miscellaneous Poems" Tang You from my old country, tell me what happened there! .
When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? 8, "Mountain Holiday Thinking of Shandong Brothers" Tang people are in a foreign land, and they miss their 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.
9, "Jingmen Ferry Farewell Friends" Tang Libai sailed to 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.
10, "Moonlight Billion My Boy" Wanderers listen to war drums, Du Fu from the Tang Dynasty, and the sound of autumn geese. 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. Delivering books is often late. What can we expect in a war? .
1 1, in autumn, I climbed to see the ancient platform of General Wu's Changqing Temple, and in autumn, I was homesick. There are few people in the wild temple, and the clouds are separated by water.
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.
12, "Bamboo Branches" In the Tang Dynasty, Liu Yuxi gave birth to spring grass in Baidicheng and went down to Qingjiang, Sichuan. Southerners come up to sing a song, but northerners don't come up to be nostalgic.
13 "Yu Chang' an returned to Yangzhou to visit Wei on September 9" Suijiang always turned to the south cloud and followed the northern geese. How many more chrysanthemums have been planted under the fence in my hometown today?
14, "Shizi" Song died, knowing that everything was empty, but sadly watching Kyushu. Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news!
15, "The Pride of the Fisherman" Song Fan Zhongyan blocked the scenery, and the geese in Hengyang inadvertently went away, and there was a good cheer 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. China is a country of poetry, and many poems have great influence. What we want to evaluate here is the ten most influential poems, not the best.
Because to have great influence, in addition to writing well, it must be easy to understand and remember. The first song: Li Bai thinks at night, the foot of the bed is bright, is it already frosty? .
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. Speaking of homesickness, this poem by Shi Xian is the first thought of all China people who have a little knowledge of literature and pen and ink.
This poem is clear and catchy, expressing people's homesickness, so it has been widely read for thousands of years and has become the most familiar classical poem in China. It does not pursue the novelty of imagination, and it also abandons the exquisite beauty of rhetoric; It expresses rich and profound contents with fresh and simple brushwork.
Environment is environment, emotion is emotion, so vivid, so moving, never tired of reading, intriguing. No wonder some people praised it as "wonderful in ancient and modern times"
Second place: Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer, a thread in the hands of a loving mother, making clothes for the wayward boy's body. 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? This is an ode to maternal love.
This poem eulogizes the greatest emotion of mankind-maternal love. In particular, the last two sentences of the poem, with popular image metaphor, entrusted children's passionate feelings and were widely praised for spring-like maternal love. There is no flowery rhetoric or clever carving in the whole poem. It is full of rich and mellow poetry in the fresh, smooth, simple and plain language, which has touched the heartstrings of many readers for thousands of years and caused thousands of wanderers to sing.
The third song: Bai Juyi's Farewell to Ancient Grass. The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter.
Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it. Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey.
I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection. Bai Juyi's poem, especially the second sentence, is the most famous and influential.
"wildfire never quite consumes them, the spring breeze blows high" vividly shows the tenacious vitality of weeds, inspiring generations of China people to forge ahead, and the people will never die and struggle. His whole poem has a rigorous composition, natural and smooth language, lyrical scenery and harmonious artistic conception, which is called a swan song.
The fourth poem: Cao Zhi's seven-step poem. Boil beans and burn beans, and the beans cry in the pot.
We are born from the same root. What's the hurry? This poem, together with this allusion, is a household name in China. Cao Zhi used a very apt, simple and vivid metaphor to express his feelings, so he escaped.
Whenever brothers fight again, China people will think of this poem, "We were born from the same root, so why are we in such a hurry?" Fifth place: Wang Zhihuan is at the Heron Villa. The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea.
By going up one flight of stairs has seen a thousand miles farther. "But you have expanded your vision by three hundred miles." A poet has an endless desire to explore and want to see farther and see where his eyesight can reach. The only way is to stand higher and "walk up a flight of stairs".
These two poems vividly imply a philosophy: only by climbing high can you see far; If you look far, you must climb high. The extraordinary ambition of the poet who wrote this poem has also inspired the people of China to be high-spirited.
Referees love to ask:
7. The poem describing hometown is 1. The road to my hometown is the day I left home. At night, when I close my eyes, the road to my hometown always comes into my mind. The road to my hometown with memories is full of the joys and sorrows of my childhood.
Sweet and sour. Tears and smiling faces at this moment, whether bitter or sweet, are melodious songs in memory, like a clear spring hometown road carrying me through yesterday. Yesterday, I was ragged and ran with the wind, chasing a 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. I squinted at the rain dripping from the eaves and merging into a cheerful stream flowing to the green fields. Sitting at the door of my hometown, watching the clouds in the sky, the blue sky of Shuwa is getting deeper and deeper because of more and more clouds. On the apricot tree with a thick bowl in front of the door, a donkey is chewing grass. I don't know which donkey barked. The donkey also raised its neck and called a white rabbit like snow.
1. The way home always reaches my thoughts when I close my eyes at night. The way home with memories is full of the joys and sorrows of my childhood. Sweet and sour.
Tears and smiling faces at this moment, whether bitter or sweet, are melodious songs in memory, like a clear spring hometown road carrying me through yesterday. Yesterday, I was ragged and ran with the wind, chasing a 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 off 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. On May 1 day, he went home to pack a bag of homesickness and set foot on a train crawling on the mountain road. Dear hometown, your son is coming to you. How many times have I returned to the wandering dream? Homesickness is like this flying dust, falling all the way to the late-night castle peak in my hometown. How many times the stream slowly flows back into the dream of the wanderer, homesickness is like this beautiful scenery, with pictures flowing in the poems of the wanderer, and the willows sprout new green all the way.
How many times have the flowers recalled the memory of the wanderer? Homesickness is like this touching spring. In the deep eyes of the wanderer looking at his hometown, he led to lingering attachment and went home. The wheel ran over the mountain road in my hometown, so the corner of the vicissitudes of life was hidden in the gap of the leaves. Poetry after waking up at 7 noon, my hometown is used to entertaining wanderers home, but I am no longer used to taking a quiet nap at home. Wind, birds, chickens and tractors awaken hot money from dreams. The sun shines obliquely on the face through the window grilles, and the spring birds' songs mingle with the children's laughter and 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 are rolling in their hometown villages. The children are playing among apricot, pear and peach blossoms. Adults scold children and scare you away from spring. There is a flock of birds flapping their wings in the rebuke of adults on the old locust tree and flying west to the sun. 8 hometown, 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. The winding mountain road has 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 floating to the distant place of their dreams, the roads and mountains connected with the fields continued to delay to the distant place 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 flutters with the wind, and under the mountain are beautiful pools and fertile fields. The fragrance of the green fields is most like the pulse of the river beating in the ravine. There are endless apricot branches in spring, green leaves that cover the sun in summer, and the continuous rain in autumn can't cool the lover's heart. In winter, there is no trace of heavy snow, but the impulse of young people can't be buried. Beyond the mountain is the endless smoke from my hometown.