Poems about homesickness 1. What are the poems expressing homesickness in the first volume of the sixth grade Chinese book?
Homesickness, quiet night, Tang Libai, the foot of the bed is so bright, can it have frost? .
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. The rainy Tang Bai lived in Kashgar, where the mountains and rivers are deep.
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. Cold food is right in the middle of Tang Li's trip. Cold food, homesick tears towel.
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. On the banks of the river, Tang and Du Xunhe, holding horses, miss their hometown 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. Farewell to an old friend, go south to the place where Zhang Qiao accumulated homesickness in Tang Dynasty, and the world gathered in 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. Homesickness, as a Tang Buxie and a traveler from the north, has never answered the letter from Yunnan.
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. In winter, Shan Ye is homesick, and the Tang, Zhou and Tian began to be neat, with high clouds and clear colors.
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 city sees the ruins of Tang Rongyu's old country in autumn, and wants to visit the ancient city when you board it.
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. In addition to staying up all night, Don Hotel's cold light stayed up all night alone, and the guest turned sad.
Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts, and the Ming Dynasty is worried for another year. My hometown Xinghua Tang intends to send flowers and wine to celebrate the opening of the new store, flowers on the left and teacups on the right.
Ask a cuttlefish and a glass of wine. How can an old friend be different? The river village outside homesickness is sad in a foreign land every spring, and Du Qu oriole knows it. Seeing the setting sun on the river bank, it seems that my heart has been torn into pieces of willow leaves.
Looking from a distance, Yuan Zhen in the Tang Dynasty is full of sad winter scenery and harmony, and there are many mangrove temples in one mountain. Zhong Xuan is full of homesick tears, and Zhang Shuidong flows like jade waves.
And Sanxiang poetry Tang Gaoqu Qian Shan Wanshan north and south, Che Xuan who does not miss home. Being alone will make you sad, for fear of hurting peaches and plums.
Homesick Tang Emei Mountain is like oil, pity me not to sail. When the sails leave Gimpo, the songs will flow in unison.
1 Looking up, I found that it was moonlight, and it sank back. I suddenly remembered a stranger from home. Every festive season, I miss my family, and I miss my hometown in March, and the wind and fire continue in March. A word from home is worth a ton of gold. But I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker, and the waves of the river were filled with sad mist. The river brought you a touch of home, dragging your boat for three hundred miles, and the wine turned into sadness, and the tears turned into acacia. 8*** cried at the sight of the bright moon, for my heart, I was sick in all five places, and I hoped that 9 was full of turbid wine, and the tube was strong and the frost was everywhere. Tell me what happened there! .
When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? (Wang Wei's Miscellaneous Poems) 2. Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed. Where do children come from when they meet strangers? "He zhang's" hometown couplet ") 3. The spine of the book is broken, winter returns to winter and spring returns to spring.
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") 4. 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. ... 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 "The Next Berth on Beibao Mountain") 5. 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 Home) 6. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? .
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. (Li Bai's Silent Night Thinking) 7. The sound of Yudi's flight was dark, and the spring breeze filled Los Angeles.
In this nocturne, everyone can't remember the national conditions. (Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night") 8. It has been ten frosts in Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night.
For no reason, I crossed the mulberry river, but I hope that Bing is my hometown. (Liu Zao's Journey to the North) 9. Wanderers listen to drums and autumn geese sing.
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.
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2. Homesick ancient poems learned in grades one to six.
The first volume of the first grade of primary school: quiet night thinking; Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night: Li Bai's thoughts are shining so brightly at the foot of my bed; Is there frost already? .
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. Volume 2: Xiao Chun Meng Haoran, who lives in Gaoding, what I saw: Yuan Mei, Xiaochi Yang Wanli and Xiao Chun (Meng Haoran) I woke up briskly in the spring morning, and birds were singing everywhere.
How many flowers fall after a stormy night. The village lives in Gaoding grass, and in February, the long warblers fly and the willows are drunk.
The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind. The shepherd boy in Yuan Mei rides a yellow ox and sings loudly.
Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand by the tree silently. Yang Wanli's eyes in the pond are silent and cherish the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves the sun and is soft.
The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head. The first volume of the second grade of primary school: Su Shi in Liu Jingwen, Du Mu in Mountain Walking, He and Wang Lun were given to Su Shi in Liu Jingwen by Li Bai. There is no rain curtain, and there are branches of Ao Shuang in the chrysanthemum.
You must remember the best scenery in a year, which is in the late autumn and early winter of orange and green. Du Mu in the upper reaches of the mountain, far from Hanshan, still has people.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. He has been away from home for many years, and he has been tired recently.
Only in front of Jinghu Lake, the spring breeze does not change the waves of the past. A gift for Wang Bai was about to take a boat when he suddenly heard a song on the shore.
Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love. Volume II: Grass by Bai Juyi, Xincheng Store by Yang Wanli, Looking at Lushan Waterfall by Li Bai and Jueju by Du Juyi, four seasons come and go.
Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it. The hedges of Yang Wanli in Xugong Hall in the new city are scattered all the way, and the flowers on the trees are not shaded.
The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again. Looking at Lushan Waterfall, Li Bai's Rizhao incense burner gives off purple smoke, and looks at thousands of waterfalls.
On the high cliff, it seems to be thousands of feet high, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from heaven to earth. Du Fu, two orioles singing green willows, and a group of egrets flying into the sky.
My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door oft said "goodbye" to the eastbound boat. The first volume of the third grade of primary school: Ye Shaoweng in the night book, Wang Wei in the Shandong brothers on September 9, Li Bai in Wangtianmen Mountain, and the rain and Chu Qing after drinking on the lake. Su Shi wrote at night, the leaves in Song and Ye Shaoweng sent the cold sound, and the autumn wind on the river moved the guests.
I know that children choose to promote weaving, and a lamp fell on the fence at night. (1) rustle: wind.
2 pick: grab. 3 promoting weaving: commonly known as cricket.
4 fence: fence. ) The rustling autumn wind blows the leaves, bringing chills, and poets who are traveling abroad can't help but miss their hometown.
He suddenly saw the light under the fence in the distance and thought it was a child catching crickets. I miss my brothers in Shandong on vacation in the mountains. Wang Wei is a stranger and misses his 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. (① September 9th: Double Ninth Festival.
The ancients had the custom of climbing mountains, wearing dogwood and drinking chrysanthemum wine on the Double Ninth Festival. ② Shandong: refers to the east of Huashan Mountain.
③ Cornus officinalis: a plant with strong fragrance. ) When you are wandering in a foreign land, you miss your family twice during the festive season.
Today, in this distant place, I hope my brothers must be wearing dogwood in those places that climb very high, but I am the missing person! Looking at Tianmen Mountain, Li Bai and Tianmen in the Tang Dynasty cut off the Chu River, and Higashi Shimizu flowed back here. The green hills on both sides of the strait are opposite, and the sails come alone. Tianmen Mountain is cut off by the waist, and the Yangtze River flows downstream, where Qingjiang turns around eastward. Liangdong Mountain in the west Liangshan Mountain on both sides of the east and west stands out from Jiajiang River, and a small boat sailing is coming from the sun.
It rained after drinking Chu Qing on the lake (Northern Song Dynasty). Su Shi's water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy. If there are more dead beauties in the West Lake, C+ is so appropriate.
(1): The way waves flash by. 2 emptiness: fog and confusion.
3 odd: wonderful. 4: history. )
On a clear day, under the sunshine, the West Lake is sparkling. Beautiful scenery; In rainy weather, the mountains look hazy in the drizzle and have a strange beauty.
If we want to compare the West Lake to a beauty, then the sunny West Lake is like a beauty with heavy makeup, while the rainy West Lake is like a beauty with light makeup, both of which are equally beautiful. Volume 2: He, Zhu, Zhou, Chang 'e, Li Shangyin, Liu He and Jasper, dressed as a tree, hung with ten thousand green silk tapestries.
I wonder who cut the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. (1) Make-up: Dress up.
② Tapping: Ribbon woven with silk. ) The graceful willow tree is like a jasper girl dressed exquisitely, and countless branches are like green ribbons hanging from the girl's clothes.
I don't know who cut the thin willow leaves, but it cut the spring breeze in February like scissors. In spring, Zhu Shengri looks for the waterfront, and the vast scene is new for a while.
Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere. (Victory Day: A beautiful day.
② Surabaya: the name of the river. 3 scenery: scenery.
4 calm: casual. ) I went to the riverside for a spring outing, and I felt brand-new at first sight.
The features and features of spring are easy to recognize, and flowers bring colorful spring to people. Tang watched Tanabata tonight and led the Cowherd and Weaver Girl across the river bridge.
Every family watches the autumn moon, and every family wears HongLing. (1) Jojo: Tanabata. )
On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month on Tanabata, looking up at the sky, it seems that cowherd and weaver girl meet on the magpie bridge. Every household strives for ingenuity under the autumn moon, and I don't know how many thousand red silk threads are worn.
The sound of mica screen in Changshang has a deep shadow, the long river is gradually falling and the stars are sinking. Chang 'e, I must regret eating the elixir, and now I am alone, in the blue sky, singing every night.
(① Mica screen: a screen made of mica. ② Long River: Galaxy. )
The mica screen was stained with a thick layer of candle shadow, and the milky way gradually set and the morning star sank. Chang 'e must regret stealing the elixir of life. Now every night, she is a lonely fourth-grade student in the blue sea and blue sky: Su Shi, Shanxi Village Tour, Lu You, Yellow Crane Tower, seeing off Meng Haoran, Li Bai, Wang Wei, Xilinbi and Song Sushi on the way to Yangzhou, with different heights.
I can't recognize the true face of Lushan Mountain because I am there. (1 Title: Write and inscribe.
② Xilin: sairinji. 3 Edge: Because. )
Lushan Mountain is a mountain with ups and downs. Tourists see different scenery in different places. Why can't you identify the true face of Lushan Mountain? Because I am in Lushan Mountain, my view is limited by the peaks of Lushan Mountain.
Visit Shanxi village.
3. 1 to the meaning of homesick ancient poems in grade 6
Thoughts in the dead of night
Lipper
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
Interpretation of poetry
At first, the moonlight shining on the bed through the window thought it was layers of frost. Looking up at the bright moon in the sky, I can't help but bow my head and meditate, missing my hometown more and more.
words explanation
Look up: Look up.
Appreciation of poetry and prose
Plain language, such as clear water hibiscus, is unadorned. Completely handy, without any traces of affectation. It is obvious that this is true. From "doubt" to "looking up" and from "looking up" to "bowing down", this poem vividly shows the poet's psychological activity process, and a vivid picture of homesickness on a moonlit night is vividly presented to us.
A wanderer living in a foreign country, facing a frosty moon, how can he not miss his hometown and his loved ones? Such a theme sung by thousands of people and sung by thousands of people is vividly expressed in this little poem, which has been a household name for thousands of years and has been circulating for a long time!
4. What homesick poems are there?
Homesickness, quiet night, Tang Libai, the foot of the bed is so bright, can it have frost? .
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. The rainy Tang Bai lived in Kashgar, where the mountains and rivers are deep.
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. Cold food is right in the middle of Tang Li's trip. Cold food, homesick tears towel.
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. On the banks of the river, Tang and Du Xunhe, holding horses, miss their hometown 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. Farewell to an old friend, go south to the place where Zhang Qiao accumulated homesickness in Tang Dynasty, and the world gathered in 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. Homesickness, as a Tang Buxie and a traveler from the north, has never answered the letter from Yunnan.
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. In winter, Shan Ye is homesick, and the Tang, Zhou and Tian began to be neat, with high clouds and clear colors.
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 city sees the ruins of Tang Rongyu's old country in autumn, and wants to visit the ancient city when you board it.
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. In addition to staying up all night, Don Hotel's cold light stayed up all night alone, and the guest turned sad.
Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts, and the Ming Dynasty is worried for another year. My hometown Xinghua Tang intends to send flowers and wine to celebrate the opening of the new store, flowers on the left and teacups on the right.
Ask a cuttlefish and a glass of wine. How can an old friend be different? The river village outside homesickness is sad in a foreign land every spring, and Du Qu oriole knows it. Seeing the setting sun on the river bank, it seems that my heart has been torn into pieces of willow leaves.
Looking from a distance, Yuan Zhen in the Tang Dynasty is full of sad winter scenery and harmony, and there are many mangrove temples in one mountain. Zhong Xuan is full of homesick tears, and Zhang Shuidong flows like jade waves.
And Sanxiang poetry Tang Gaoqu Qian Shan Wanshan north and south, Che Xuan who does not miss home. Being alone will make you sad, for fear of hurting peaches and plums.
Homesick Tang Emei Mountain is like oil, pity me not to sail. When the sails leave Gimpo, the songs will flow in unison.
1 Looking up, I found that it was moonlight, and it sank back. I suddenly remembered a stranger from home. Every festive season, I miss my family, and I miss my hometown in March, and the wind and fire continue in March. A word from home is worth a ton of gold. But I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker, and the waves of the river were filled with sad mist. The river brought you a touch of home, dragging your boat for three hundred miles, and the wine turned into sadness, and the tears turned into acacia. 8*** cried at the sight of the bright moon, for my heart, I was sick in all five places, and I hoped that 9 was full of turbid wine, and the tube was strong and the frost was everywhere. Tell me what happened there! .
When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? (Wang Wei's Miscellaneous Poems) 2. Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed. Where do children come from when they meet strangers? "He zhang's" hometown couplet ") 3. The spine of the book is broken, winter returns to winter and spring returns to spring.
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") 4. 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. ... 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 "The Next Berth on Beibao Mountain") 5. 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) 6. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? .
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. (Li Bai's Silent Night Thinking) 7. The sound of Yudi's flight was dark, and the spring breeze filled Los Angeles.
In this nocturne, everyone can't remember the national conditions. (Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night") 8. It has been ten frosts in Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night.
For no reason, I crossed the mulberry river, but I hope that Bing is my hometown. (Liu Zao's Journey to the North) 9. Wanderers listen to drums and autumn geese sing.
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.