1. Poems about "nostalgia", more than 10 sentences, please help
Yellow Crane Tower
Cui Hao
Ancient People I have gone by Yellow Crane, and there is only Yellow Crane Tower here.
The yellow crane will never return, and the white clouds will remain empty for thousands of years.
There are Hanyang trees in Qingchuan and Parrot Island with luxuriant grass.
Where is the country gate at dusk? The misty waves on the river make people sad.
Thoughts on a Quiet Night
Li Bai
The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground.
Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown.
At the foot of Cibeigu Mountain
Wangwan
Traveling outside the green mountains, boating in front of the green water.
The tide is flat, the banks are wide, the wind is blowing and the sail is hanging.
Hai Ri is born and the night is over, and Jiang Chun is entering the old year.
Where can I find the hometown book? It is near Yanluoyang.
Boating in Guazhou
Wang Anshi
Between Jingkou and Guazhou, Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains.
The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me again?
Crossing the Han River
Questions of the Song Dynasty
The audio book outside the Ling Dynasty is broken, passing through winter, summer and spring.
I am even more timid when I am close to my hometown and dare not ask anyone.
Reminiscing about my brother-in-law on a moonlit night
Du Fu
The garrison drum breaks the line of people, and there is a sound of wild geese in the autumn.
The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.
My brothers are all scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death.
The letter sent was not delivered, and the army was not suspended. 2. Ten poems about homesickness
1. "Homesickness"
Li Gou of the Song Dynasty
People say that the setting sun is the end of the world, and you can't see home even if you look to the end of the world.
I already hate that the Bishan Mountains are blocking each other, and the Bishan Mountains are still covered by dusk clouds.
2. "Letter from the Capital"
Yuan Kai of the Ming Dynasty
The river is three thousand miles away, and the letter from home contains fifteen lines.
There is no other words to say, except to return home soon.
3. "Looking at the Mountains with the Master Haochu and Paying Message to Relatives in Beijing"
Dai Shulun of the Tang Dynasty
The sharp mountains by the sea are like sword awns, and autumn is cutting them everywhere feeling of sadness.
If I were to transform myself into a hundred billion people, I would disperse up to the top of the mountain and look at my hometown.
4. "Wen Yan"
Wei Yingwu of the Tang Dynasty
Where is the hometown? It’s a leisurely time to return to your thoughts.
On an autumn rainy night in Huainan, Gaozhai heard the arrival of wild geese.
5. "Miscellaneous Poems"
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
You come from your hometown, so you should know the things in your hometown.
Will the winter plum blossoms bloom in front of the beautiful window tomorrow?
6. "Great Night Works"
Gao Shi of the Tang Dynasty
The hotel is sleepless under the cold light, and the guest's heart becomes sad.
I miss my hometown tonight, and I will see another year of frost on my temples tomorrow.
7. "Going Home"
Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty
The childish child held up his clothes and asked, why is it too late to return?
***Who fights for time and wins the silk on the sideburns?
8. "Inscribed on the Northern Station of Dayu Mountain"
Questions about the Tang and Song Dynasties
The geese are flying to the south under the overcast moon, and the rumor ends here.
My journey has not ended yet. When will I come back?
The river is still and the tide is beginning to fall, and the forest is dim and closed.
In the Ming Dynasty, when looking at the countryside, you should see Longtou plum.
9. "Farewell at the Jingmen Gate"
Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
Crossing the Jingmen Gate, I came to travel from the Kingdom of Chu.
The mountains end with the plains, and the river flows into the wilderness.
Under the moonlight, there is a flying mirror, and the clouds are forming sea towers.
I still pity the water of my hometown, and send my boat sailing thousands of miles away.
10. "Moonlit Night, Hundreds of Young Brothers"
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The garrison drum cuts off the pedestrian line, and the wild geese make an autumn sound.
The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.
My brothers are all scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death.
Sending letters often fails to arrive, and the situation is that the army has not stopped. 3. An ancient poem about missing relatives and homesickness (10 lines)
"Returning to Hometown" by He Zhizhang When a young man left home and his elder brother returned, his local pronunciation remained unchanged and his hair on his temples faded.
Children don’t recognize each other, and they laugh and ask where the guest comes from. "Quiet Night Thoughts" by Li Bai There is bright moonlight in front of the bed, and it is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown.
"Remembering Shandong Brothers on September 9th" Wang Wei I am a stranger in a foreign land, but I miss my family even more during the festive season. I know from afar that when my brothers climbed to a high place, they planted dogwood everywhere and there was one less person.
New Year's Eve Tang Bai Juyi Sick eyes have less sleep than keeping up the New Year's Eve, and the old heart is full of feelings and spring is approaching. After the fire was gone and the lights were gone, there were sixty people with flat heads.
New Year's Eve, Tang Caosong The remaining wax is gone again, and the east wind should gradually be heard.
One night is still a few hours, and two years old wants to be divided equally.
Fighting when the darkness pours, and the fragrance blooms in the spring. In the Ming Dynasty, I hold wine from afar and wish Yaojun together first.
Luo Yin of the Tang Dynasty on New Year's Eve. The official calendar is coming to an end, and the village mash is strong. I hate the cold and miss the warmth, fear the old and cherish the old.
The years have passed, but the Kou Rong are still not at peace. Children don't know how to do things, so they sing and play until dawn.
New Year’s Eve Tang Shangyan On the 30th night of the ninth winter, cold and warmth are separated. After the fourth watch, I am one year older.
The fish lamp spreads the wax fire, and the animal charcoal turns into spring ashes. The Qing Emperor is now old and welcomes the new year. I will see him a few times.
Yuan Day Wang Anshi The sound of firecrackers marks the end of the year, and the spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu. Thousands of households are always replacing old talismans with new peaches.
Yuan Day (Jade House Spring) Mao Pang One year, all the lotus flowers are drained, and the frozen wine is buried in the blue well. The cold weather in the morning is still deceptive, but the willows in spring are slender first.
The beautiful woman advises you to live a long life, and the cypress leaves and pepper blossoms bloom on your green sleeves. In the depths of Zuixiang, we rarely know each other, and we only have old friends with Dongjun.
New Year's greetings Wen Zhengming. I don't ask for a meeting, but I want to pay a visit. The house is filled with famous papers. I also throw in a few pieces of paper with others. The world is too simple but not too empty.
Tian Jia Yuan Day (Tang Dynasty) Meng Haoran Fighting back to the north last night, today I am starting from the east; I am already strong, but I have no salary and still worry about farmers. The father plows the mulberry field, and the shepherd boy follows the hoe; the Tian family controls the climate, and the mother-in-law says it will be a good year.
On the New Year’s Eve at Zhang Shaofu’s Residence in Lecheng (Tang Dynasty) Meng Haoran In the past, we had a good family and knew each other for a long time. The continuation of the Ming Dynasty urges people to draw candles and stay up late for a long feast.
The old song of plum blossoms is sung, and the new song of Zhengbai wine is passed down. Travelers enjoy themselves everywhere, but they don't see each other every year.
Visiting the flower market during the Spring Festival [Lin Boqu] We met on Maijie to see the flower market, but the arcade looked like a gallery. The potted plants are bunched up in rows, and the grass and woody trees are fragrant.
The lights were on all night long and people were everywhere, singing and singing. It is this year that the scenery is beautiful and the colors of red and purple announce the spring.
On New Year's Day, Liu Yazi's heartfelt rhyme [Dong Biwu] *** celebrates the New Year with laughter, and the ladies of Hongyan give plum blossoms. They toasted Tusu wine to each other and drank victory tea among themselves.
Only loyalty can serve the country, and there is no paradise for home. Accompany the capital with singing and dancing to welcome the festival, and gaze at the gorgeous scenery of Yan'an from afar.
Thoughts on the New Year [Qian Laisu] Why did Jin Ou die? I should not take this responsibility and forgive myself. Looking at the fierce war in the Central Plains from a distance, a column of wild water is flowing in Yan'an.
The devastation all over the ground is unbearable to look at, but there is still joy in farming and weaving on three sides. Hard work without idleness can rejuvenate the country, but the soldiers and horses will be happy and the enemy will be frightened.
On the New Year's Day of the Jiawu Period [Kong Shangren], Xiao Shu's white hair was not full, and he could not sleep by the fire. Cut the candles to dry up the late-night wine, and pour out the money to buy spring money.
Listening to the burning of firecrackers makes me feel childish, but watching the peach charms change makes me feel happy. Drums and horns add plum blossoms, and we celebrate the New Year with joy at the fifth watch.
New Year's Day test writing (choose one) [Chen Xianzhang] When the sky is full of wind and clouds celebrating, the temples and temples are fighting for the legacy. Next to the wall, people are playing wine to entertain the guests, and children are singing together to celebrate the New Year.
As we age, new years come again, and with the coming of spring, there are even more beautiful flowers. Where is the evening breeze, the flute from Jianglou is blowing until the moon rises in the east sky.
Guisi New Year's Eve comes by chance [Huang Jingren] The laughter of thousands of families is delayed, and the worries are hidden from the outside. Standing quietly on the city bridge, no one knows it. One star is like the moon for a long time.
Fengcheng New Year's Poetry [Cha Shenxing] Skillfully cut flags to win the test of Silla, paint colors and gold to make moths stir; From then on, the scissors are idle for a month, and the needlework in the boudoir is abundant before the year ends. It has been the new year (Ye Yong in the Ming Dynasty). The wind and frost in the world have disappeared, and the weather in the universe is harmonious; new years have been added to the calendar, and spring has filled the old mountains and rivers.
The plum blossoms and willows are graceful and beautiful, and the pine trees are old and graceful; butcher Su Cheng is drunk and laughing in the white cloud nest. New Year's Works [Liu Changqing] The hometown is full of enthusiasm for the new year, and the sky is alone with tears.
When you grow old, you live under others, and when you return in spring, you come first. The mountains and apes are in the same day and dusk, and the rivers and willows are in the wind and smoke.
Already like Changsha Fu, a few years from now. Welcome the Spring [(Ye Xie)] The rhythm turns to Hongjun and the spirit is the same, and the music is harmonious.
There is no need to go to the eastern suburbs, spring is in thousands of households. The Spring-Welcome Song [Yuan Hongdao] The east wind warms the trees in Loujiang, and the smoke condenses on the three thoroughfares and nine roads.
The white horses fly like dragons through the snow, the carts roll through the water and the smoke is blown away, and a hundred thousand people are dressed in beautiful clothes. .
The forehead is decorated with bright colors, and the social song is surrounded by awnings. The emperor is dressed in scarlet clothes and gold belts.
There are new flowers in the Han Palace. , The young slave knelt down to Tusu wine. On the lotus plate, there were jade pillars.
There were three thousand pieces of old music in the Liyuan, and the thirteen tunes of the new Suzhou music were performed. , a narrow shirt with embroidered trousers and a big drum.
The golden python has a slim body and a ghostly makeup. The spectators are like a mountain of brocades.
All the way. The fragrant breeze blows the laughter, and the red gauze covers the drunken jade. The lotus root dress is covered with green lotus, and the forehead is lightly made up.
I found a green strip to praise the sister, and the melon seeds were thrown into the sleeves. Another moment, thousands of willows break through the green branches.
On the New Year's Day of the Tian family, Meng Haoran fought back to the north last night. Today, I am starting from the east. I am already a strong official with no salary, but I am still worried about the farmers. I plow the fields with my father and a hoe. I follow the shepherd boy. The Tian family takes advantage of the climate. *** It is said that this year will be prosperous. On the first day, Wang Anshi will firecrackers. In the sound, one year old is removed and the spring breeze brings warmth into Tusu's thousands of households. Every day, new peaches are exchanged for old symbols (Jade House Spring). Mao Pang drips all the lotus flowers in one year. Bijing Tusu is frozen. The wine is cold at dawn and the food is still deceptive. The slender spring arrives first. Liu Jiaren urges you to live a long life. Cypress leaves, pepper blossoms and green sleeves are drunk. Deep in the countryside, we have only known each other for a long time. 4. Ten Homesick Poems
⑴ Written on New Year’s Eve [Tang Dynasty] Gao Shi The hotel is so cold that I can’t sleep alone, and the guest’s heart becomes desolate.
My hometown is far away tonight, and tomorrow is another year with frost on my temples. ⑵ Returning Home [Tang Dynasty] Du Mu The childish child held up his clothes and asked, why is it too late to return? ***Who fights for time and wins the hair on the sideburns? ⑶Xiang Si [Song Dynasty] Li Gou People say that the setting sun is the end of the world, but I can’t see my home even if I look to the end of the world.
I already hate that the Bishan Mountains are blocking each other, and the Bishan Mountains are still covered by dusk clouds. ⑷The Capital Master got a family letter [Ming Dynasty] Yuan Kai. The river is three thousand miles away, and the family letter contains fifteen lines.
There is no other words to say, except to return home soon. ⑸ Watching the mountains with the Master Haochu and sending them to relatives in Beijing [Tang Dynasty] Dai Shulun The sharp mountains by the sea are like swords, and the coming of autumn cuts the heart of sorrow everywhere.
If you were to transform into hundreds of billions of people, you would go up to the top of the mountain and look at your hometown. ⑹ Wen Yan [Tang Dynasty] Wei Yingwu Where is my hometown? It’s a leisurely time to return to your thoughts.
On an autumn rainy night in Huainan, Gaozhai heard the arrival of wild geese. ⑺Miscellaneous Poems (Wang Wei) You come from your hometown, you should know the things in your hometown.
Will the winter plum blossoms bloom in front of the beautiful window tomorrow? ⑻Title: Dayu Lingbeiyi (asked by the Song Dynasty) There are wild geese flying to the south in the dark moon, and the rumor ends here. My journey has not ended yet, when will I come back?
The river is still and the tide is beginning to fall, and the forest is dim and closed. In the Ming Dynasty, when you look at your hometown, you should see Longtou plum.
⑼ Crossing Jingmen to say goodbye (Li Bai) Crossing the distance outside Jingmen, I came to travel from the state of Chu. The mountains end with the plains, and the river flows into the wilderness.
Under the moonlight, there is a flying mirror, and the clouds are forming sea towers. I still feel sorry for the water in my hometown, and send my boat sailing thousands of miles away.
⑽ On a moonlit night, hundreds of millions of brothers (Du Fu) garrison drums interrupt the line of people, and the sound of wild geese is heard in autumn. The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.
My brothers are all scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death. Sending letters often failed to arrive, and the troops did not stop.
⑾Farewell (Folk Song of the Sui Dynasty) Willows hang green on the ground, and poplar flowers are flying in the sky. The wicker folding ruler and the flowers have all flown away. May I ask the passerby if he has returned? ⑿Watching the Moon on the 15th Night (Wang Jian) ??The white trees in the courtyard have crows roosting, and the cold dew wets the sweet-scented osmanthus silently.
Tonight, when the moon is bright and everyone looks around, I don’t know who is missing my autumn thoughts. ⒀Meeting an envoy to Beijing. Looking eastward from my hometown, the road is long and my sleeves are full of tears.
We will meet soon without pen and paper, and I will rely on you to send messages of peace. ⒁Shier (Lu You) After death, I know that everything is in vain, but I am not as sad as Jiuzhou.
Wang Shibei fixed the day of the Central Plains, and he never forgot to tell Nai Weng about the family sacrifices. ⒂Yu Jia Ao (Fan Zhongyan) The scenery is strange when autumn comes under Saixia. The geese in Hengyang are leaving without paying attention. There are sounds from all directions.
Thousands of miles away, the smoke is setting and the city is closed. A cup of turbid wine can lead to a home thousands of miles away, but Yan Ran has no plan to return home.
The ground is covered with frost. When a man is sleepless, the general's hair turns gray and his husband weeps.
⒃ A cut of plum blossoms and a boat crossing the Wujiang River (Jiang Jie) A piece of spring sadness awaits the pouring of wine. The boats on the river are rocking, and the curtains on the upper floors are moving.
Qiuniang Ferry and Tainiang Bridge. The wind is blowing and the rain is falling.
When will I return home to wash my guest robes? The word "Yin" means Sheng tune, and the word "Xin" means "Xiangshao".
The streamer can easily throw people away. The cherries are red and the bananas are green.
⒄The sky is clear and the sand is clear, Autumn Thoughts (Ma Zhiyuan) Withered vines and old trees, dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, people's homes, west wind and thin horses on the ancient roads. Sunset, heartbroken people in the horizon.
⒅ Inscription on the wall in prison (Tan Sitong) Looking at the door and stopping there, thinking about Zhang Jian, he endured death for a moment and waited for Du Gen. I am smiling towards the sky with my horizontal sword, leaving my liver and gallbladder intact.
⒆A chapter of reflections (Tan Sitong) All things in the world have experienced the sorrow of spring, and now they cry to the sky for rest. Forty million people burst into tears, wondering where China is in the world.
Reference materials: ?si=1 Thoughts in the poem 1. You come from your hometown, so you should know about it. Will the winter plum blossoms bloom in front of the beautiful window tomorrow? (Wang Wei: "Miscellaneous Poems") 2. When the young man left home and his elder brother came back, his local pronunciation remained unchanged and his hair on his temples faded.
Children don’t recognize each other, and they laugh and ask where the guest comes from. (He Zhizhang: "Occasionally Returning to Hometown") 3. The audio book outside the mountains ends, and the winter returns to spring. I feel even more timid when I'm close to my hometown and don't dare to ask anyone.
(Song Zhiwen: "Crossing the Han River") 4. Traveling outside the green mountains, boating in front of the green water. The tide is flat, the banks are wide, the wind is blowing and the sail is hanging.
Hai Ri is born and the night is over, and Jiang Chun people are in the old year. Where can I find the hometown book? It's near Yanluoyang.
(Wang Wan: "At the foot of Cibeigu Mountain") 5. I am only seven days old and have been away from home for two years. After returning to the wild geese, my thoughts are in front of the flowers.
(Xue Daoheng: "People miss home every day") 6. There is a bright moonlight in front of the bed, which is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown.
(Li Bai: "Quiet Night Thoughts") 7. The sound of someone's jade flute spreads into the spring breeze and fills Luo City. Hearing the broken willows in this nocturne, no one can forget the love of his hometown.
(Li Bai: "Listening to the Flute in Luocheng on a Spring Night") 8. It has been ten years since the guest house was in the same state, and I remember Xianyang day and night when I return home. I crossed the Sanggan River for no reason, but I thought Bingzhou was my hometown.
(Liu Zao: "Lvci Shuofang") 9. The garrison drum interrupts the pedestrian movement, and there is a sound of wild geese in the autumn. The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.
My brothers are all scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death. The letter sent was not delivered, but the troops were not suspended.
(Du Fu: "Remembering My Brother on a Moonlit Night"). 5. The ten poems describing nostalgia are marked with the source, author and author information
1. In the past, I left, and the willows clung to me; now I come to think about it, the rain and snow are falling - "The Book of Songs. Xiaoya.Cai" "Wei"
2. A sad song can be like weeping, and a distant look can be like returning home - Han Dynasty Yuefu folk song "Elegy"
3. Hu Ma follows the north wind, crossing the bird's nest to the south branch - Han Dynasty .Nineteen ancient poems "Traveling again and again"
4. Whoever speaks the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three spring rays - "The Wandering Son's Song" by Meng Jiao of the Tang Dynasty
5. Recent Nostalgia is even more timid, and you dare not ask the visitor - Tang and Song Zhiwen "Du Dayu Mountain"
6. When you come from your hometown, you should know the things about your hometown. In the future, the winter plum blossoms will bloom in front of the beautiful window. not yet? ——Wang Wei, Tang Dynasty, "Three Miscellaneous Poems"
7. There is a bright moonlight in front of the bed, which is suspected to be frost on the ground. Looking up at the bright moon, lowering one's head, thinking about hometown - Li Bai, Tang Dynasty, "Thoughts on a Quiet Night"
8. Where is my hometown, forget it unless you are drunk - Song Li Qingzhao's "Bodhisattva Man"
9. During the festive season, miss your loved ones even more - Tang Dynasty Wang Wei's "September 9" Reminiscing about Shandong Brothers"
10. Tonight, when the moon is bright and everyone looks at me, I don’t know who is missing my autumn thoughts - Wang Jian of the Tang Dynasty, "Looking at the Moon on the Night of the Fifteenth to Send to Mr. Du"
11. Meeting People gradually feel that the local accent is different, but they hate that the orioles sound like the old mountains - Tang Sikong Tu's "Five Poems in Manshu"
12. Only the mirror lake in front of the door, the spring breeze does not change the old waves - Tang. He Zhizhang's "Two Odd Letters on Returning to Hometown"
13. When a young boy leaves home and his elder brother returns, his local pronunciation remains unchanged and his hair on his temples fades. ——Tang Dynasty. He Zhizhang's "Odd Letter on Returning to Hometown"
14. The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown - Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "Remembering My Brother on a Moonlit Night"
15. Sadness is not the source of separation - Qu Yuan, Chu, in the Warring States Period, "Nine Songs. Shao Si" "Fate"
16. We are far away from each other, and the clothes are wearing clothes slowly - "Nineteen Ancient Poems of the Han Dynasty. Lines are repeated"
17. When people return to the back of the wild geese, they think Hair in front of the flowers - Sui Dynasty. p> 19. Continuous cutting and confusion are the sorrow of separation. The feeling of separation is still in the heart - Li Yu's "Happy Meeting"
20. It is easy to say goodbye but difficult to say goodbye, just as the flowers fall when the water falls, the spring will pass. Heaven and Earth - Li Yu's "Lang Tao Sha"
21. Life without seeing each other is like participating in business - Tang Dynasty. Du Fu's "Gift to the Eight Virtues of the Guard"
22. Advising the King I drank a glass of wine and left Yangguan in the west without any old friends - "Weicheng Song" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
23. Don't worry about having no friends in the future, and no one in the world knows you - Gao Shi of the Tang Dynasty Farewell Dong Da"
24. The Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun's gift to me - Li Bai's "Farewell to Wang Lun"
25. Last year I saw you farewell in the flowers, today the flowers are blooming It's been a year - "Send to Li Dan Yuanxi" by Wei Yingwu of the Tang Dynasty
26. It's hard to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and all the flowers are withered - "Untitled" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
27. Candles are willing to say goodbye, and weep for others until dawn - Du Mu, Tang Dynasty, "Farewell"
28. If there are no north and south roads outside the door, the world should be free from the sorrow of separation - Du Mu, Tang Dynasty, "Farewell" "Farewell"
29. Peach and plum spring breeze, a glass of wine, ten years of rain in the rivers and lakes - "Send Huang Jifu" by Huang Tingjian, Song Dynasty
30. Going up to the river tower alone to think of a misunderstanding, The moonlight is like water and water is like the sky. Where are the people who come to watch the moon together? The scenery is vaguely like last year - Tang Dynasty Zhao Xia's "Reminiscences of Jianglou"
31. There should be no hatred. When will we grow up and become full again? ——Su Shi, Song Dynasty, "Shui Tiao Ge Tou"
32. I hope that life will last forever, thousands of miles away from the beauty of the moon - Su Shi, Song Dynasty, "Shui Diao Ge Tou" 6. Poems about homesickness (10 lines) You have to make it up yourself)
"Snow in a Foreign Land"
Snow in a foreign land falls in a foreign land. But in my memory, it fell into the most solid dream.
The flying pieces are so gorgeous and romantic. What is elusive is not words, but the tranquility and warmth beyond words.
One person’s snow, one person’s foreign land, is simply a kind of squandering, a kind of possession, and a kind of slowly accumulating warmth.
Pull the sky down from a high distance and bring it close to your nostrils, and you can feel the secret passion of the burning snow.
A white canvas holds a lot of emptiness and mute words. You can walk around on it for a few times, and there will be many, many disobedient snows making sounds for help under your feet.
That is the call of the heart, grasping the pulse of the earth. 7. 10 poems with the theme of homesickness
1. Gradually I feel that the local accent is different when meeting people, but I hate that the orioles sound like the old mountains
2. Only the mirror lake water in front of the door and the spring breeze Don’t change the old wave
3. When I was young and my boss returned home, my local accent remained unchanged
4. The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown
5. Sadness is not the result of separation
6. We are far apart, and our clothes are getting slower and slower
7. People return behind the wild geese, but their thoughts are in front of the flowers
8. The sadness of separation is like grass in spring, it will grow again after traveling farther
9. It is the sadness of separation that keeps cutting and keeping things in chaos. The feeling of separation is still in the heart
10 .Tonight, when the moon is bright and everyone looks around, I don’t know who is missing my autumn thoughts
11. In the past, I left, and the willows clung to me; now I come to think about it, while the rain and snow are falling
12. Elegies can be regarded as Weeping, looking from afar, we can see Angelica
13. Hu Ma follows the north wind and crosses the bird's nest to the south branches
14. Whoever speaks of the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring
15. I am even more timid when I am close to my hometown, and I dare not ask the strangers
16. When you come from your hometown, you should know the things about your hometown. Will the winter plum blossoms bloom in front of the beautiful window tomorrow?
17. There is a bright moonlight in front of the bed, and I suspect it is frost on the ground. I look up at the bright moon and lower my head to think about my hometown
18. Where is my hometown, forget it unless you are drunk
< p> 19. We will meet again soon without paper or pen, I will rely on you to convey peace and security20. It is easy to see each other when it is time to say goodbye, but it is difficult to see others when they say goodbye. Spring is gone when the flowers fall and the flowers fall, heaven and earth
21. Life is not the same Meeting each other is like participating in a business transaction
22. I advise you to drink another glass of wine, leaving Yangguan in the west without any old friends
23. Don’t worry about the road ahead without friends, and everyone in the world will not know you. Jun
24. The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun’s gift to me
25. Last year I saw you in the flowers, but it has been a year since the flowers bloomed today
26. It’s hard to say goodbye when we meet. The east wind is powerless and the flowers can wither.
27. Candles are willing to say goodbye and weep for others until dawn
28. If there is no north or south road outside the door, The world should be free from the sorrow of separation
29. A glass of wine in the spring breeze of peaches and plums, a lamp in the rainy night of ten years in the rivers and lakes
30. Go up to the river tower alone and think about it, the moonlight is like water and the water is like the sky. Come and look at the moon together Where are the people? The scenery is vaguely like last year
31. There should be no hatred, when will we grow apart and become full?
32. I hope that people will last forever and be thousands of miles away from each other
33. I know from afar that my brothers have climbed to a high place, and there is only one less person planting dogwood trees.
34. Where is the country gate at dusk? The misty waves on the river make people sad.
35. Qiu Si of Tianjingsha
[Yuan] Ma Zhiyuan
Withered vines and old trees and dim crows
Small bridges and flowing water and people's homes
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The west wind and the thin horse on the ancient road
The sunset
The heartbroken man is at the end of the world
36. New Year's Eve work
Gao Shi
The hotel is sleepless under the cold light, and the guests' hearts are filled with sadness.
I miss my hometown tonight, and worry about tomorrow for another year.
37. The garrison drum interrupts the pedestrian movement, and there is a sound of wild geese in the autumn.
The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.
My brothers are all scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death.
The letter sent was not delivered, and the army was not suspended.
38. I don’t know where to blow the reed pipe, and all night long I can see my hometown
39. Where to anchor my sail at sunset, the sight of the end of the world will break my heart
40. The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me again?
41. The drifting clouds are wandering, and the setting sun is the love of old friends
42. Hearing the broken willows in this nocturne, who can afford to leave his hometown? Love
43. Where can the sail be anchored at dusk? The sight of the horizon will break one's heart
44. Sitting high in the Mingyue Tower and leaning alone, the wine fills the heart with sorrow and turns into tears of lovesickness
< p> 45. Relatives and friends in Luoyang are like asking each other, a heart of ice is in a jade pot46. Traveling outside the green mountains, boating in front of the green water. The tide is flat, the banks are wide, the wind is blowing and the sail is hanging. Hai Ri is born and the night is over, and Jiang Chun is entering the old year.
Where can I find hometown letters? Return to Luoyang. 8. 10 poems with the theme of homesickness
1. When meeting people, I gradually feel that the local accent is different, but I hate that the orioles sound like the old mountains. 2. Only the mirror in front of the door On the lake, the spring breeze does not change the old waves. 3. When I was young, I left home and my boss came back. The local pronunciation has not changed. The hair on my temples has faded. 4. The dew has turned white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown. 5. Sadness is not the sorrow of separation. 6. The sun is far away, and the clothes are tied. The sun has slowed down 7. When people return home after flying geese, their thoughts are in front of flowers 8. Parting and resentment are just like spring grass, they will still grow when they go farther 9. Keep cutting, and the things are still messy, this is the sorrow of separation. The feeling of separation is in my heart 10. Tonight the moon People in the Ming Dynasty look around, wondering who is missing in autumn thoughts. 11. In the past, I left, and the willows lingered; now I come to think about it, and the rain and snow are falling. 12. Elegies can be used as weeping, and looking from afar can be regarded as returning home. 13. Hu Ma relies on the north wind, and crosses the bird's nest to the south. Branch 14. Who says that the heart of an inch of grass will bring three spring rays? 15. You are even more timid when you are close to the hometown, and you dare not ask the visitors. 16. You come from your hometown, you should know the things in your hometown. Will the winter plum blossoms bloom in front of the beautiful window tomorrow? 17. There is bright moonlight in front of the bed, I suspect it is frost on the ground. I look up at the bright moon and lower my head to think about my hometown. 18. Where is my hometown? I forget it unless I am drunk. 19. We will meet soon without paper and pen. I rely on you to say peace. 20. It is easy to see each other when we say goodbye. Times are difficult, flowers are falling and spring is gone, heaven and earth 21. We don’t meet each other in life, and the activities are like participating in business 22. I advise you to drink another glass of wine, leaving Yangguan in the west without any old friends 23. Don’t worry about the road ahead without friends, no one in the world. Know You 24. The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun’s gift to me. 25. Last year I saw you farewell in the flowers, and today it has been a year since the flowers bloomed. 26. It is hard to say goodbye when we meet, and it is also difficult to say goodbye. The east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered. 27. The candle has the heart to say goodbye. , weep for others until dawn 28. If there is no north-south road outside the door, the world should be free from the sorrow of separation 29. A glass of wine with a spring breeze of peach and plum trees, a lamp for ten years of rain in the rivers and lakes 30. Going up to the river tower alone, I feel lonely, the moonlight is like water, and the water is like the sky. Where are the people who come to watch the moon? The scenery is vaguely like last year. 31. There should be no hatred. When will we grow apart? 32. I hope that people will last forever. Thousands of miles away, I will love the beauty of the moon. 33. I know from a distance that my brothers are climbing high. There is one less person planting dogwood trees. 34. Where is the hometown at sunset? , The Yanbo River makes people sad.
35. Heaven is pure, Sha Qiu Si [Yuan Dynasty] Ma Zhiyuan withered vines, old trees, dim crows, small bridges, flowing water, people's ancient roads, west wind, thin horses, sunset, heartbroken people at the end of the world 36. On New Year's Eve, I work in a high-end hotel with cold lights and I can't sleep alone. What happened to the guest's heart? Tonight I miss my hometown thousands of miles away, and I am worried about another new year on my temples.
37. The garrison drum interrupts the pedestrian movement, and there is a sound of wild geese in the autumn. The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.
My brothers are all scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death. The letter sent was not delivered, but the troops were not suspended.
38. I don’t know where I am blowing the reed pipe, and I am looking for my hometown all night long. 39. Where can I anchor my sails as the sun sets? The sight of the horizon breaks my heart. 40. The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me again? 41. The thoughts of wandering in the clouds, the love of old friends in the setting sun 42. In this nocturne, I hear the broken willows, who can't bear the love of my hometown? 43. Where can the sail be anchored at dusk? The sight of the end of the world can break one's heart. 44. Sitting high in the Mingyue Tower, leaning alone, drinking wine into the heart of sorrow, melting away Tears of lovesickness 45. Relatives and friends in Luoyang are like asking each other, a heart of ice is in a jade pot 46. Traveling outside the green mountains, boating in front of the green water. The tide is flat, the banks are wide, the wind is blowing and the sail is hanging.
Hai Ri is born and the night is over, and Jiang Chun is entering the old year. Where can I find the hometown book? Return to Yanluoyang. 9. Who has 10 sentences and phrases about homesickness?
Jingyesi Li Bai There is bright moonlight in front of the bed, and I suspect it is frost on the ground.
Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown. Reminiscing about Shandong brothers Wang Wei on September 9th, I am a stranger in a foreign land, but I miss my family even more during the festive season.
I know from afar that my brothers have climbed to a high place, and there is one less person planting dogwood trees everywhere. Watching the Moon on the Fifteenth Night Wang Jian The ground in the courtyard is white with crows roosting on the trees, and the cold dew wets the sweet-scented osmanthus silently.
Tonight, when the moon is bright and everyone looks around, I don’t know who is missing my autumn thoughts. Autumn Thoughts Zhang Ji When I see the autumn wind in Luoyang city, I want to write a book full of ideas.
I am afraid that I can’t explain it in a hurry, and the travelers are about to leave and open the seal again. ―― The Autumn Breeze ― Liu Yuxi Where does the autumn wind come? Xiaoxiao sends the wild geese off.
When the dynasty arrives at the tree in the courtyard, the solitary visitor is the first to smell it. ― Sauvignon Blanc by Nalan Xingde One step away from the mountains, one step away from the water, walking towards the bank of Yuguan, a thousand tents of lights at night.
The wind is blowing, the snow is blowing, my hometown is shattered, my dreams are gone, and there is no such sound in my hometown. The sky is pure and the sand is pure, autumn thoughts are like dead vines, old trees and dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, people's houses, west wind and thin horses on the ancient roads.
As the sun sets in the west, the heartbroken people are at the end of the world. People miss home every day by Xue Daoheng. It has only been seven days since spring, and it has been two years since I left home.
When people return home after the wild geese, their thoughts are in front of the flowers. > When I think of my hometown, I miss my hometown inexplicably.
Hometown is an old wine brewed by wanderers from millet. The farther away it is and the longer it is left, the more mellow the wine will taste. When I think of my hometown, I miss my hometown quietly.
Hometown is a delicacy that is full of color, aroma and taste, tempting travelers from far away to taste it. When I think of my hometown, I miss my hometown silently.
Hometown is a fragment of Youzi’s childhood memory. The more Youzi thinks about it, the less he can process the clues, and it becomes increasingly impossible to edit a complete picture. When I think of my hometown, I miss my hometown deep in my heart.
The longer you miss your hometown, the deeper your understanding of your hometown will be, and the greater the impact on your soul.
Hometown, how do tourists miss their hometown? Missing my hometown actually means missing my childhood friends, the old house, and the land.
However, what Wanderer misses most is his old parents. My hometown, I miss my hometown, I don’t need a reason to miss my hometown.
Whenever facing the bright moon in the sky, the longing for my hometown comes like a tide, and is as out of control as a flood. Hometown, longing for homeland, no need for any excuse.
Wanderers miss their hometown all the time. The bright moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival is sent thousands of miles away to express lovesickness. The bright moon hanging high evokes endless thoughts in my heart. The posture of a wanderer looking around is more pious than a pilgrim. Looking at the same full moon in the distance over the Northland, praying for the glow that shines on my hometown. Can I be filled with enthusiasm? The moist tears in the eyes bring back the clear light to cleanse the face. The calling in the ears suddenly rises under the laurel. The mother's kind face is still there. In the fragrance of flowers, what falls is the father's thin figure standing in the sunset. The autumn rain is dripping. Tenderness rises spontaneously. The drifting duckweed is holding the longing. No matter how far the sky is, it will fly out. The wandering footprints extend the blood of family love. No matter how wide the earth is, it will penetrate as deep as it is. Carrying this heavy debt, I sigh to the moon when will I be able to fulfill my filial piety. A slender reflection shakes under my knees. The moonlight is shattered all over the ground. The flying eagle flying over the snowfield in my hometown was once a longing for a thousand dreams. Looking back, is the fruit of first love still hanging on the laurel tree of memory, emitting fragrance? On this moonlit night, the bleak autumn wind infects a floating heart. It's getting colder and colder during the Mid-Autumn Festival, when the moon is bright, and the drizzle falls all night long. The rising tide in my chest breaks through the river bank of longing and floods. The wanderer's longing misses the mountains of my hometown. The mountains of my hometown are so green. The water of my hometown is so green. The green clouds of my hometown are so light, the green clouds of my hometown are so light, the people of my hometown are so light, the wanderer's longing is so dear day after day, I hope that one day we will be reunited with the green mountains, green water and clouds for a long time.