1. What are the poems that the ancients used to describe the family?
Whose jade flute is flying in the dark, and the spring breeze fills Luo City. In this nocturne, I hear the willow trees breaking, and who can forget the sentiments of my homeland? (Li Bai's "Hearing the Flute in Luo City on a Spring Night")
The garrison drum interrupts the pedestrian movement, and the sound of wild geese is heard in the autumn. The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown. All my brothers are scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death. The letter sent was not delivered, but the troops were not suspended.
Three homesick poems by Bai Juyi
Looking at the post station
In the Jing'an house, there are willows in the windows, and flowers blooming on the ground in front of the lookout post. The spring light in both places ends at the same day, and the residents miss their guests and their homes.
Homesickness on the night of the winter solstice in Handan
During the winter solstice in the post office in Handan, the shadows in front of the lanterns hugging the knees accompany me. I think that when I sit at home late at night, I should talk about people traveling far away.
Nanpu Farewell
Nanpu Farewell is desolate, the west wind curls up in autumn. I feel heartbroken when I see it, so go and don’t look back. The family is harmonious and everything is prosperous. Only when you are in charge do you know that firewood and rice are expensive. It is difficult for upright officials to handle household chores. Every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite. An old man in a family is like a treasure. A good wife and husband in the family will not encounter misfortune. The children of the poor will be the head of the family early.
The garrison drums interrupt the pedestrian movement, and the sound of wild geese is heard in autumn. The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown. All my brothers are scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death. Sending letters often failed to arrive, and the troops did not stop.
Watching the Moon on the Fifteenth Night (Wang Jian) ??The ground in the courtyard is white and crows roost in 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’s thinking about autumn.
Fisherman’s Ao (Fan Zhongyan) When autumn comes, the scenery is strange. The geese in Hengyang go away without paying attention, and there are sounds from all directions. Thousands of miles away, the long smoke sets and the sun sets, solitary city closed. A cup of turbid wine can lead to a home thousands of miles away, but Yan Ran has no plan to return home. Qiang Guan is covered with frost all over the ground. When a man is sleepless, the general's hair turns gray and his husband weeps.
A cut of plum blossoms, a boat crossing the Wujiang River (Jiang Jie), a piece of spring sorrow awaiting the pouring of wine. The boats on the river are rocking, and the curtains on the upper floors are moving. Qiuniang Ferry and Tai Niang 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", the word "Xin" means "Xiang Shao". It is easy for people to be thrown away by the stream of light. The cherries are red, the plantains are green.
The sky is pure and the sand is clear. Autumn Thoughts (Ma Zhiyuan) Withered vines and old trees, crows dim, small bridges and flowing water, people's homes, the west wind and thin horses on the ancient roads. The sun sets in the west, and the heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
Watching the Moon on the Fifteenth Night Wang Jian The white trees in the courtyard are roosting with crows, 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'm afraid that I can't tell you all in a hurry, and the travelers are about to open the gate again.
The river is three thousand miles away, and the family letter contains fifteen lines. There was no other words to say as we walked, except that we would return home soon. "Book of the Capital" [Ming Dynasty] Yuan Kai
For reference only 2. What are the poems about bringing home
1. I asked where the restaurant was, and the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. "Qingming" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty
The poet was traveling because it started to rain lightly and asked the local people where to buy wine to relieve their sorrow. The shepherd boy smiled and pointed to Xinghua Mountain Village in the distance.
2. The war continues for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold. "Spring Hope" by Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty
The flames of war have not stopped in March, and family letters are precious and can be worth tens of thousands of gold. Beacon fire: the fireworks used by border guards in ancient times, which in the poem refer to the wars of the Anshi Rebellion. March: January, February, March.
3. There is a daughter in the Yang family who has just grown up. She is raised in a boudoir and no one knows her. "Song of Everlasting Regret" by Bai Juyi in the Tang Dynasty
There was a daughter in the Yang family who had just grown up. She was very beautiful and she was raised in a boudoir. Outsiders did not know her beauty. The Yang family has daughters: Shuzhou Sihu Yang Xuanyan and Yang Yuhuan, who were raised by their uncle Yang Xuangui since childhood. At the age of seventeen (the 23rd year of Kaiyuan), she was canonized as the concubine of Xuanzong's son, King Shou Li Mao.
4. After hearing the news of the emperor’s envoy from the Han family, the dream in Jiuhua’s tent was frightened. "Song of Everlasting Sorrow" by Bai Juyi in the Tang Dynasty
When Taizhen heard that the king's envoy had arrived, he woke up from his tent. Putting on clothes, he pushed aside the pillow and left the sleeping tent. Open the screen and lower the bead curtain one by one. Jiuhua tent: a tent with gorgeous embroidery. Jiuhua: A pattern with heavy floral decorations.
5. Who is the loser tonight? Where do I miss Mingyue Tower? "Moonlight Night on the Spring River" by Zhang Ruoxu in the Tang Dynasty
Which family's wanderer is drifting in a boat tonight? Where are people missing each other upstairs under the bright moonlight?
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1. Qingpingle·Village Residence" Xin Qiji's thatched eaves are low, and the grass is green on the stream. Wu's voice is so charming when he is drunk. Whose old lady is white-haired? The eldest child is hoeing beans to the east of the stream, and the middle child is weaving chicken coops. The child is most fond of scoundrels, lying at the head of the stream peeling lotus pods. 2. Du Fu in Jiangcun, the Qingjiang River embraces the village, and everything in the village of Changxia River is quiet. The swallows in the hall come and go, The gulls in the water are close to each other. The old wife draws paper to make a chess game, and the young child knocks needles to make a fishing hook. All the sick need is medicine, what else can a small body ask for? 3. Farewell children from Nanling enter Beijing (Tang Dynasty). Li Bai and white wine are newly ripe and return to the mountains. The yellow chickens peck at the millet and the autumn is getting fat. Call the children to cook the chickens and drink white wine. The children are getting married, laughing and holding people's clothes. They sing to get drunk and masturbate, and dance to win the glory of the setting sun. Persuasion It's not too early to take advantage of the hardship, and ride a long distance on horseback with a whip. The foolish woman in Kuaiji bought his ministers lightly, and I resigned from home and went west to Qin Dynasty. I laughed up at the sky and went out. How can I be a Penghao people? 4. He Zhizhang: "Returning to Hometown" When a young boy leaves home and his eldest brother returns home, his local pronunciation remains unchanged and his hair on his temples fades away. When children see each other but don't recognize each other, they smile and ask where the guests are from. 5. On the 15th night of Wang Jian's reign, the white trees roosted in the atrium, and the cold dew silently wet the sweet-scented osmanthus. Tonight, when the moon is bright and everyone looks at it, I don't know who is thinking about autumn. 6. Zhang Ji's autumn thoughts see the autumn wind in Luoyang City, and he wants to write a book full of ideas. Reply I'm afraid I won't be able to tell you all in a hurry, but the traveler returns to Kaifeng before leaving. 7. Where did the autumn wind lead Liu Yuxi? The wild geese send off with a rustling sound. When the morning comes to enter the courtyard tree, the solitary guest is the first to hear it. 8. Sauvignon Blanc Nalan Xingde Mountain is one way, the water is one way, walking towards the bank of Yuguan, the night is dark with thousands of tent lights. The wind is changing, the snow is falling The first update, the dream of broken hometown is broken, there is no such sound in the hometown. 9. The sky is clear, the sand is autumn, the horses are far away, the withered vines and the old trees are dim, the crows are dim, the small bridges and flowing water are people's houses, the old road is west wind and the thin horse. The sun sets in the west, and the heartbroken people are at the end of the world. 10. I have been thinking about returning to Xue Daoheng for only seven days in spring, and I have been away from home for two years. When I return home, my thoughts are in front of the flowers. 4. What are the poems that the ancients used to describe family
1. Jiangcun
Du Fu
The Qingjiang River hugs the village, and the Changxia River Village is quiet. < /p>
Swallows fly in the hall from time to time, gulls in the water are close to each other.
The old wife draws paper to make a chess game, and the young child knocks needles to make fishing hooks.
The only thing needed by the sick is Medicine, what else can a micro-body ask for?
2. Nanling Farewell Children Entering Beijing
(Tang Dynasty) Li Bai
When the white wine is newly ripe, he returns to the mountains, and the yellow chickens peck at the millet in autumn.
< p> Call the children to cook chicken and drink white wine, the children are married, laugh and hold people's clothes.Sing to get drunk and masturbate, dance to win the glory of the setting sun.
It is not early to persuade people to endure hardships, but it is not early to whip. Crossing the long road on horseback.
The foolish woman in Kuaiji bought the minister lightly, so I resigned from home and went west to Qin Dynasty.
I looked up to the sky and laughed and went out. How can I be a Penghao people.
3. He Zhizhang: "Odd Book on Returning to Hometown"
When a young boy leaves home and his elder comes back, his local pronunciation remains unchanged and his hair on his temples fades away.
Children who don't recognize each other smile and ask questions. Where did it come from?
4. Looking at the moon on the 15th night of Wang Jian
Crows roost on the white trees in the courtyard,
The cold dew silently wets the sweet-scented osmanthus.
Tonight the moon shines brightly. I'm looking forward to it,
I don't know whose autumn thoughts are lost.
5. Zhang Ji's Qiu Thoughts
Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang City,
I want to be a writer The writing is full of meaning.
I am afraid that I can’t finish it in a hurry,
The traveler is about to leave and open the seal again.
6. The autumn wind attracts Liu Yuxi
Where does the autumn breeze come?
The wild geese are sent off with a rustle.
When the morning comes to the tree in the courtyard,
The solitary guest is the first to hear it.
7. Sauvignon Blanc Nalanxing Virtue
One journey to the mountains, one journey to the water,
Walking towards the bank of Yuguan,
Thousands of lamps are lit in the deep night.
As soon as the wind changes, the snow changes,
The dream of hometown is shattered,
There is no such sound in the hometown. 5. Poems about home
Use the present As the saying goes, you only know the beauty of things after losing them.
Most of the ancient people’s descriptions of home expressed homesickness, and poems tended to be subtle to a certain extent. Therefore, in many cases, the descriptions of home were very general, but the nostalgia was intense, such as “The moon is sinking.” Hidden in the sea fog, the Jieshi and Xiaoxiang roads are endless." "When people are sleepless, the general's gray hair conquers tears." "We will meet soon without paper and pen. Ping Jun sends a message to report peace." "Where can I find the hometown book? Return to the edge of Luoyang" and so on. Many, many people live in different places or fight at the border. Home is not only the place where they grow up, but also the destination of the soul. In modern terms, distance creates beauty. Poems about home all express the appreciation of the hometown. The infinite longing for the roots, the beautiful longing for the old hometown, and moreover, the Chinese nation is a nation that is relocating and nostalgic for its past. To everyone, home looks like a house, but in fact, deep down in the heart, home is Allusions such as the destination and beliefs of every Chinese, being besieged on all sides, and being reluctant to miss Shu all deepen the concept of home. These poems and essays about home naturally resonate with readers (regardless of their cultural level), so it is said that , Home does not need to be deliberately described. Poems and essays emphasize moving people with emotion. As long as the images about home are described with sincerity, it will be an immortal masterpiece. Zhao Ji (Huizong of the Song Dynasty): The west wind shakes the door all night long, and the lonely house in the depression has a dim light.
Looking back three thousand miles to my home mountain, I can see no geese flying in the southern sky. (After this poem was written, the donor was furious and executed him.)
The home in a person’s heart is not just a house that belongs to oneself, but the time you spent in this house for many years. Life. ___Liu Liangcheng> Our hometown retains our childhood, or our youth and adulthood, and it becomes a part of our lives and ourselves.
It is not a commodity, not a tourist destination, not a round-trip ticket or weekend entertainment program that can be sold to any customer at a certain price. Hometown has something more than any tourist attraction: your blood, tears, and sweat.
There is sadness in the beauty of my hometown. And beauty is always sad.
Chinese "sadness" contains the meaning of care. Beauty makes people sad, painful and pity, which fully reveals the truth of aesthetics. In this sense, the beauty of any tourist attraction is somewhat inadequate and is just a pretense of blood loss.
I have been to France three times. This is a country of elegance and wealth. No matter how many times I come here, I am just a paying spectator. I clinked glasses with the owner here, sang, joked, took photos, and patted the shoulders, but my heart secretly returned again and again.
Of course I know that I will be disappointed with the market overflowing with feces in my hometown, the overcrowded carriages in my hometown, and the gloomy rainy season in my hometown. But that kind of disappointment is different from the disappointment in traveling. The disappointment of the resting place, the kind of disappointment that can bleed. The fertile land of blood will truly grow golden wheat ears and chariot ballads.
Hometown means our efforts - it is not the same thing as our birthplace. Only those who have worked hard and dedicated can truly own their hometown and truly understand the ancient feelings of "a wanderer is sad for his hometown" - whether this hometown is imprinted in one place or multiple places, in the motherland or in a foreign country.
Those who have no hometown leave nothing behind. No matter how poor and impoverished the wanderers are, when they suddenly burst into tears when they hear a certain solo song, it is the immeasurable happiness that they feel that they have a home in their hearts.
---Han Shaogong> The tragic essence of human beings lies not only in always wanting to reach the destination but never being able to reach it, but also in thinking about it all the time when walking forward and wandering around. Homes, homes, and hometowns that are moving away and long gone. Just like a song goes: The thought of going home is always in my heart.
In ancient Chinese poetry, a lot of space is devoted to homesickness: "Where is the hometown at dusk? The Yanbo River makes people sad." (Cui Hao) "I feel more timid when I'm close to my hometown, and I don't dare to ask. "Comer."
(Song Zhiwen) "Looking at the old hometown, the long road is long" ("Nineteen Ancient Poems") "When will I arrive home in my dream, when will spring come on the river?" "I don't know where to play the reed pipe, and I have to march all the way to my hometown."
Zhuang)┅┅The inevitability of tragedy is that people cannot return home; more importantly, even if they return home, they still feel homeless.
That Cui Hao could have made up the money to go home, and there was no need to be so sad. However, he knew deeply that the home he missed in his heart was just an abstract feeling nurtured by the warmth and tranquility of home.
The real home that provides shelter from wind and rain cannot erase his feeling of homelessness from the depths of his heart. He could only look at the mist on the river and feel the desolation in his heart. 6. Ancient poems about "home"
Qing Ping Le·Village Living" Xin Qiji
The eaves are low, the grass is green on the stream. When drunk, the sound of Wu is charming, and the hair is white Whose wife? The eldest child is hoeing beans to the east of the stream, while the middle child is weaving chicken coops. The younger child is most fond of rogues, lying at the head of the stream peeling lotus pods.
Jiangcun
Du Fu
The Qingjiang River hugs the village, and the Changxia River Village is quiet.
The swallows in the hall come and go, and the gulls in the water are close to each other.
The old wife draws paper to make a chess game, while the child knocks needles to make fishing hooks.
The only thing a disease needs is medicine, what else can a tiny body need?
Nanling farewell children enter Beijing
(Tang Dynasty) Li Bai
The white wine is newly ripe and returns from the mountains, and the yellow chickens peck at the millet in autumn.
The children cook chickens and drink white wine, and the children are married, laughing and holding people's clothes.
Sing loudly to get drunk and masturbate, dance to win the glory of the sunset.
It’s not early to persuade people to take advantage of all the hardships, and ride long distances on horseback with a whip.
The foolish woman in Kuaiji bought the minister lightly, so I resigned from home and went west to the Qin Dynasty.
Look up to the sky and laugh and go out. How can I be a Penghao person?
When the young man left home and his boss came back, his local pronunciation remained unchanged and his hair on his temples faded. When children see each other but don't recognize each other, they laugh and ask where the guest comes from.
He Zhizhang: "Returning to Hometown"
Watching the Moon on the Fifteenth Night
Wang Jian
Crows roost in the white trees in the courtyard,
The cold dew wets the sweet-scented osmanthus silently.
Tonight the moon is bright and everyone can see,
I don’t know who is missing in autumn.
Autumn Thoughts
Zhang Ji
Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang City,
The desire to write is full of meaning.
I am afraid that I can’t say enough in a hurry,
Pedestrians are about to leave and open the seal again.
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Autumn Breeze
―Liu Yuxi
Where does the autumn wind come?
Xiao Xiao sends the wild geese off.
When the morning comes to the tree in the courtyard,
the solitary guest is the first to hear it.
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Sauvignon Blanc
Nalan Xingde
A journey through the mountains, a journey through the water, walking towards the bank of Yuguan , thousands of tent lights late at night. The wind is blowing, the snow is blowing, my hometown dreams are shattered, and there is no such sound in my hometown.
The sky is clear and the sand is clear, autumn thoughts
The dead vines and old trees are dimly lit by crows, the small bridges and flowing water are home to people, and the old road has a westerly wind and a thin horse. The sun sets in the west, and the heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
People miss home every day
Xue Daoheng
It has only been seven days since spring,
It has been two years since I left home.
People return after the wild geese,
Their thoughts are in front of flowers.
To the Xiaoxiao and dusk rain sprinkled on the river sky, to wash away the autumn. The frost is getting colder and the wind is getting colder. The Guanhe River is desolate and the remaining light shines on the building. The redness and greenness of this place have declined, and the beauty of the place has ceased. Only the water of the Yangtze River flows eastward without words. I can't bear to climb high and look far away, looking at the distance of my hometown. I can't bear to think about it. Sighing at the traces of the past years, what trouble is left behind? Want a beauty or a makeup store? Hope, after a few mistakes, I will return to the boat with my knowledge from the sky. You know, I am leaning against the railing, looking sad.
"Su Zhemu" [Song Dynasty] Zhou Bangyan
The river is three thousand miles away, and the family letter contains fifteen lines. There was no other words to say as we walked, except that we would return home soon.
"Book of the Capital" [Ming Dynasty] Yuan Kai
Ode to History
Li Shangyin
A review of the virtuous countries and families in the past and their achievements Diligence and frugality lead to extravagance.
Why does amber need to be used as a pillow, and how can a real pearl be used as a chariot?
It’s hard to find a Qinghai horse when transporting someone, and it’s hard to pull out a Shushan snake if you are too weak.
Several people have pre-recorded the song of Nanxun, and finally the blue sky cries the green flowers. 7. Poems by ancient poets
Watching the Moon on the Fifteenth Night
Wang Jian
Crows roost on the white trees in the courtyard,
The cold dew wets the sweet-scented osmanthus silently .
Tonight the moon is bright and everyone can see,
I don’t know who is missing in autumn.
Autumn Thoughts
Zhang Ji
Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang City,
The desire to write is full of meaning.
I am afraid that I can’t say enough in a hurry,
Pedestrians are about to leave and open the seal again.
――
Autumn Breeze
―Liu Yuxi
Where does the autumn wind come?
Xiao Xiao sends the wild geese off.
When the morning comes to the tree in the courtyard,
the solitary guest is the first to hear it.
―
Sauvignon Blanc
Nalan Xingde
A journey of mountains and a journey of water, walking towards the bank of Yuguan , thousands of tent lights late at night. The wind is blowing, the snow is blowing, my hometown dreams are shattered, and there is no such sound in my hometown.
The sky is clear and the sand is clear, autumn thoughts
The dead vines and old trees are dimly lit by crows, the small bridges and flowing water are home to people, and the old road has a westerly wind and a thin horse. The sun sets in the west, and the heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
People miss home every day
Xue Daoheng
It has only been seven days since spring,
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.
To the Xiaoxiao and dusk rain sprinkled on the river sky, to wash away the autumn. The frost is getting colder and the wind is getting colder. The Guanhe River is desolate and the remaining light shines on the building. The redness and greenness of this place have declined, and the beauty of the place has ceased. Only the water of the Yangtze River flows eastward without words. I can't bear to climb high and look far away, looking at the distance of my hometown. I can't bear to think about it. Sighing at the traces of the past years, what trouble is left behind? Missing a beautiful woman, I look at the makeup building. I missed it a few times and returned to the boat after seeing the sky. You know, I am leaning against the railing, looking sad.
"Su Zhemu" [Song Dynasty] Zhou Bangyan
The river is three thousand miles away, and the family letter contains fifteen lines. There was no other words to say as we walked, except that we would return home soon. "Book of the Capital" [Ming Dynasty] Yuan Kai 8. Poems about home
The following four poems are not enough for reference, my hands hurt
Qi Zhong's Tang and Five Dynasties - Cen Shen
Traveling to the west, I want to reach the sky.
Cijia saw that the moon was full twice.
I don’t know where to stay tonight.
There is no human habitation in the flat sand.
Returning to Hometown Odd Book Tang and Five Dynasties - He Zhizhang
When a young boy leaves home and his eldest brother returns home, his local pronunciation remains unchanged and his hair on his temples fades.
Children who don’t recognize each other laugh and ask where the guest is from.
Without the word "家"
Thoughts on a Quiet Night, Tang and Five Dynasties - Li Bai
There is a bright moonlight in front of the bed, which is suspected to be frost on the ground.
Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown.
The Autumn Wind Leads Tang and Five Dynasties - Liu Yuxi
Where does the autumn wind come? Xiaoxiao sends the wild geese off.
When a visitor enters the garden tree, the solitary guest is the first to smell it. 9. Poems about home
The war continues for three months, letters from home are worth ten thousand dollars
Where is the hometown at dusk, the mist on the river makes people sad
Raise your head Looking at the bright moon, I lower my head and miss my hometown
As a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during the festive season
Will the winter plum blossoms bloom in front of the beautiful window in the future?
Looking up at the bright moon, bowing my head to miss my hometown
When walking in a strange city, I miss the warm home,
In the friendly home, I miss the quiet backyard. Garden,
In the clean back garden, I yearn for the desert in the distance.
I seek loneliness all the way but am afraid of it.
The dew is white tonight, the moon is bright in my hometown
Dream·Homesick·Dreamer
The young boy left home and the boss returned
Where is my home in the Qinling Mountains where the clouds are crossing? The snow is holding the blue gate and the horse can't move forward.
(Han Yu)