Poetry about homesickness in winter 1. Poems about missing family in winter
Wang Wei's (Tang) Miscellaneous Poems
You have just come from our hometown, and we must understand the world.
When you passed my window, did the plum blossom bloom its first cold flower? .
Song Wenzhi's Crossing the Han River
The sound book outside the spine is broken, starting in winter and summer.
The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home.
Nostalgia in Winter Tangzhouhe
The wilderness began to be strict and the sky was clear and cloudless.
Trees are cold and birds are rare, and monks are rare in the mountains.
Collect the snow on the back window of the sun and open the furnace to release the inkstone ice.
I suddenly returned to my old country and wanted to live in Xiling.
Except at night, Don.
The cold light in the hotel stayed alone and didn't sleep, and the guest turned sad.
Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts, and the Ming Dynasty is worried for another year.
Tangyuan Town, Wang Yuan
There are many mangrove temples on a mountain with sad winter scenery.
Zhong Xuan is full of homesick tears, and Zhang Shuidong flows like jade waves.
2. I miss my loved ones in winter.
Being in a foreign land, I miss my relatives twice every holiday. -(Tang) Wang Wei "Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my brothers in Shandong. You came from your old country and told me what happened there! When you passed my window, did the plum blossom bloom its first cold flower? . ———— (Tang) Wang Wei's miscellaneous poems were folded in the mountains. After winter and summer, now, when I meet people near my village, I dare not ask a question. -Song Wenzhi "Crossing the Han River and Entering the Old Year". I have been away from home for two years. When I'm away, I'll think about it before I spend it. -Xue Daoheng's "Every day, someone misses home", the foot of my bed is so bright, will it have frosted? Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home. (Tang) The Jade Emperor in Li Bai's Silent Night Thoughts flies in the dark and is scattered in the spring breeze of Los Angeles. Who can't afford to be homesick? (Tang) Li Bai's "Spring" (Tang) Lu Lun's "Chang 'an Spring Watch" The teenager left home, the local accent did not change, and the children did not know each other. Where did the guests come from? -(Tang) His "Back to Hometown".
3. What are the ancient poems about missing relatives in winter?
I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays. -(Tang) Wang Wei's "I miss my Shandong brother on vacation in the mountains"
You have just come from our hometown, and we must understand the world. When you passed my window, did the plum blossom bloom its first cold flower? . -(Tang) Wang Wei's Miscellaneous Poems
The sound book outside the spine is broken, starting in winter and summer. 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"
... 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. -(Tang) Wang Wan's "The next berth on the North Fort Mountain"
It has been seven days in spring, and I have been away from home for two years. 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"
The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home. -(Tang) Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night
Yu Di's dark flying sound scattered into the spring breeze in Los Angeles. In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick.
-(Tang) Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night"
Hometown is in a dream, when can I return; Winter went to spring, and in Laizhou, Jiangxi, several people returned to China. -(Tang) Lu Lun's Chang 'an Spring
Young people leave home, old people return, the local accent has not changed, and children meet strangers. Where do you come from?
-(Tang) He, Homecoming Book
Thoughts in the dead of night
Tang Libai
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly,
Is there frost already? .
Looking up, I found it was moonlight.
I sank again and suddenly remembered home.
cloudy and drizzly for days on end
Tang Bai Juyi
It's foggy in Kesash, and 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.
Kezhong cold food
Tang Lizhong
Cold food after a trip, homesickness and tears.
The sound book is broken in the sky, and the peach and plum spring rain.
Not in the mood to drink, but there is reason to sing.
How many people lost outside his suburbs and went out for an outing.
River bank in autumn
Don Du Xunhe
Driving along the river, homesick 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.
Send friends to the river in the south.
Don Zhang Qiao
Where homesickness accumulates, there is world 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.
Homesick work
Tang buxie
People in northern Luzhou are definitely lost, but the letter from Yunnan has never been answered.
If you don't sweep the flowers in front of the court, you will climb the willow outside the door.
Selling silver candles after sitting for a long time will lose face.
Hanging in the autumn night, Wan Li shines on the mountains.
Nostalgia in winter
Tangzhouhe
The wilderness began to be strict and the sky was clear and cloudless.
Trees are cold and birds are rare, and monks are rare in the mountains.
Collect the snow on the back window of the sun and open the furnace to release the inkstone ice.
I suddenly returned to my old country and wanted to live in Xiling.
Yunmeng Ancient Town in Wang Qiu
Tang rongyu
The ruins of the old country are there, so I want to travel to the old place when I board the ship.
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.
Work at night
Don
The cold light in the hotel stayed alone and didn't sleep, and the guest turned sad.
Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts, and the Ming Dynasty is worried for another year.
Gu Xiang xing Hua
Donskontu
Send flowers and wine to celebrate the new opening, with flowers on the left and cups on the right.
Ask a cuttlefish and a glass of wine. How can an old friend be different?
Homesickness outside the river
Tangweizhuang
I am always outside. Every spring, I am alone in the country, sitting under a tree and drinking. The trees on the tree should also know my homesickness.
Seeing the setting sun on the river bank, it seems that my heart has been torn into pieces of willow leaves.
Look into the distance
Don
There are many mangrove temples on a mountain with sad winter scenery.
Zhong Xuan is full of homesick tears, and Zhang Shuidong flows like jade waves.
He Sanxiang's poems
Tanggaoqu
North and South Qian Shan, Wanshan, Che Xuan who don't want home.
Being alone will make you sad, for fear of hurting peaches and plums.
homesickness
Don
Mount Emei is like oil in water, but the heart is not tied to a boat.
When the sails leave Gimpo, the songs will flow in unison.
4.50 ancient poems about missing hometown and relatives
1, I think in a quiet night, Li Bai, the foot of my bed is so bright, can it be frosted already? .
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, "Tea from an Old Friend" Tang Jian refers to the outside of Jiuhua Mountain, 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.
5. Poems about missing loved ones in the cold autumn
September 9th is the Double Ninth Festival in China.
On Wang Wei's Mountain Holiday Missing Shandong Brothers
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. (Li Bai: "Silent Night Thinking")
I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. Tang's "Mountain Vacation"
The dilapidated vegetation has withered, and the autumn scenery has aroused my homesickness. 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. Military commander's view of climbing the mountain in autumn in Liu Changqing Temple
The sharp mountain by the sea is like a sword, and Qiu Lai cuts his heart everywhere. How can we turn this body into tens of millions, scattered to the heads of state's homes to see! In his early years, he traveled with the master Liu Tang Zongyuan to see his relatives off.
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)
Away from home, winter goes and spring comes, and I am eager to get news. The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home. Tang Song Wen Zhi of Crossing Jianghan
Where the sun sails, the horizon breaks people's intestines. -Meng Haoran
Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed. Where do children come from when they meet strangers? (He Zhangzhi: Homecoming Book)
6. Poems about missing loved ones in the cold autumn
September 9th is the Double Ninth Festival in China. Wang Wei's "I miss my brothers in Shandong on vacation in the mountains" is in a foreign land, and I miss my relatives every holiday.
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already? I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
(Li Bai: "Silent Night Thinking") Being alone as a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my relatives twice every holiday. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
When I was on holiday in the mountains, I remembered my brothers in Shandong. Tang and Gutian were old, so autumn broke my homesickness. 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.
In Tang and Liu Changqing's View of Climbing the Mountain in Autumn in the Temple of General Wu, mountains are like swords, and they are sad everywhere. How can we turn this body into tens of millions, scattered to the heads of state's homes to see!
Hao Chu traveled with his teacher to send relatives and friends to Beijing. At the general hospital, under the green hills, I was boating with 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: "The next berth on the North Fort Mountain") Far from home, I am eager for news, and I have experienced winter and spring. The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home.
"Crossing Jianghan Water" Where did the sun sail in the Tang and Song Dynasties, the end of the world broke people's intestines. -Meng Haoran left home when he was young, and his accent did not change.
Where do children come from when they meet strangers? He Zhangzhi: My classmates can read books.
7. Sentences describing homesickness in cold winter
You see, the cold wind blows on the pedestrian street in Dali, blowing up the fallen leaves on the ground, and the windows of all the houses are closed. It seems that people do not welcome this "majestic" cold wind.
There is no one in the street, only the cold wind is wandering in the street. I thought, "This damn weather is really cold!" In winter, a thin layer of snow, like a huge soft wool felt, covers this vast wasteland and shines with cold silver light.
After the severe winter, we all thought that the cold was over. Who would have thought that spring would be particularly cold, even colder than winter? When the wind blows, the cold directly invades the bones, and then slowly spreads in the body, as if the whole person immediately turns into ice, and the cold invades the heart and spleen. Oh, my god, the blood has solidified, too. 5, you see, it's dry and cold in winter now, but the snow is irregular.
I don't know where to go in the snow In this weather, people still call cold cotton-padded clothes, cotton trousers, down jackets, hats and scarves, and wrap them in electric blankets at night. The hot water bottle is not cold. Don't let the cold near it. 6, this day, it is too cold.
Even the flowers and grass on the roadside tightened their bodies. The cold north wind roared like a roaring lion.
The wind stung me mercilessly like a knife. The wind is like a naughty child. I have gripped my clothes tightly, but the wind can still touch me. Pedestrians in the street shrink their necks and walk backwards, and children playing by the roadside also run home.
There are fewer and fewer pedestrians, so I hurry home. Up to now, we don't know what the temperature is, because the thermometer has frozen! If you want to talk, you have to find a big cloth bag to catch the frozen words; If you want to blink, you have to pull your eyelashes with the strength of sucking milk to prevent icicles frozen to 8 meters from hurting your eyes; Eating is very troublesome now. All the water is frozen into ice, so you can't use metal tableware, because once your tongue touches metal tableware, you can't get down at all! Air is slowly turning into crystals. It is easy to inhale air, but you have to spit out a large piece of ice when you exhale air! 8. As soon as I opened the door, the wind and cloud came, and I shivered again.
Along the way, I huddled against the wind, and just walked out of the alley, I came to someone else's carambola tree. I suddenly felt the evil wind, shivering with cold, only to see the leaves of carambola falling with the wind, yellow and green, like butterflies flying; At this time, I forgot the cold, just lost in a "fairyland" with falling leaves, and suddenly fell into the happy memory of my childhood, and happiness continued.
8. Poems about missing loved ones
1, miss my father Author: Yuan Aihua Who hasn't climbed over his father's shoulder? His shoulders are always so broad and strong, like the towering Kunlun Mountain. Who has never held his father's arm? His arms are always so strong, like steel tongs. His body is always so majestic and handsome, like pine and cypress and snow. When the sun sets, he can always see his father walking on the ridge with a plow. That land is his hometown. Seedling is his hope in the future. Every year's ups and downs, bitter and sweet, exhausted, are always written on my father's face. Green rice seedlings are his happiness. Huang Cancan's rice is his harvest, his children are clever, his wife is virtuous and his neighborhood is harmonious, so it is always difficult to meet each other. I can always see his warm figure. Filial piety to grandparents is always considerate and simple. This is my father's kind quality. Diligence is the traditional virtue of my father. I have benefited a lot. Thank my father for his upbringing, for sending me to study and work, for giving me bone marrow, and for giving me flesh and blood. Everything about my daughter was given by my parents. Now that my father is gone, all I can do is to recall in my dreams. It's a flood of thoughts, a family relationship where blood is thicker than water, and eternal concern is only the memory of my father and my long-term thoughts-my daughter misses you in her dreams and in the depths of her soul! 2. My mind is round, Ai Qing. My mind is round. The moon on the Mid-Autumn Festival in August is also the brightest and roundest. No matter how high the mountain is and how wide the sea is, you can see it. What do you think of on such a night? My thoughts are round, watermelons and apples are round, the reunion between people is joyful, the separation of flesh and blood is painful, and those who miss their loved ones look at the bright moon in the sky. Who can swallow moon cakes? 3. Homesickness Author: When Yu Guangzhong was a child, homesickness was a small stamp. I'm here and my mother is there.
When I grow up, homesickness is a narrow ticket. I'm here and the bride is there. Later, homesickness became a temporary grave. I'm outside and my mother is inside.
Now, homesickness is a shallow strait. I am here and the mainland is there. 4, when I look at the night sky of the city Author: Samui When I look at the night sky of the city, I can't help but feel sad. Without Sirius, the bear couldn't find his way. The only light I can see is called strong light. When I looked at the night sky in the city, I couldn't help crying. The stars that blinked with me are still in my eyes. In my eyes, it was like lying in the wheat field and looking up at the night sky when I was a child, but at that time, the stars were far away. At this moment, the stars are accompanied by tears of bright lights in the city. When I look at the night sky in the city, I can't help feeling disappointed. Why can't I see the stars? Only the city lights shine. I think of the crowded night sky at home. It's just that we were together then. When I looked at the night sky in the city, I finally found a little star. who is it? Look at me from a distance.
5, always miss the author: peace is a blessing. Time flies in the historical time and space, leaving behind thoughts. It's late autumn and winter, and it's the Cold Food Festival. On October 1st of the lunar calendar, I was worried about missing it. It is a traditional folk custom to burn paper and money, and to send food, drink and warm clothes to the soul of my distant ancestors. As we all know, ancestral paper and cold clothes are nourishing the hearts of thousands of people in Qian Qian. This has become the custom of the Chinese nation. Memories and thoughts of children and grandchildren are passed down from generation to generation.