Homesick.
There is no choice but to let the flowers fall, as if meeting Yan's return. The fragrant path in the small garden wandered alone.
-Yan Shu >
Watching the moon on fifteen nights
Wang Jian
Bai Shu cheered in the atrium,
Coody Leng silent wet osmanthus.
Tonight, the moon is full of hope,
I wonder who Qiu Si belongs to.
Melancholy Qiu Si
Ji Zhang
Look at the autumn wind in Luoyang,
The writer's book is full of meaning.
I can't talk about it in a hurry
Pedestrians came and opened again.
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Autumn wind songs
-Liu Yuxi
Where is the autumn wind?
Xiao Xiao sent the goose.
Chao lai ru Shu ting,
Lonely guests smell first.
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Endless desire
Nalanxingde
A ride on the mountain, a ride on the water, and a trip to Guan Yu, with thousands of lights at night. When the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, and there is no such sound in the garden.
Tianjin Sha Qiu Si
Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are thin horses. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
People miss home every day.
Xue Daoheng
Spring is only seven days away,
I have been away from home for two years.
When people return to the geese,
Think before and after.
Wash away the clear autumn for rainy days. The frost wind is getting colder and tighter, and the river is left out. Red flowers wither everywhere, and all the beautiful scenery gradually disappears. Only the gushing water of the Yangtze river flows eastward without sound. Without the heart to climb the distance and overlook the distant home, it is difficult to gather the desire to go home. Sigh for years, why stay. Want to be beautiful and build a new building? I hope I miss it a few times, and God knows the boat. Fighting for me, leaning against the railing, I'm worried. Su Mu [Song] Zhou Bangyan
The river is three thousand miles long, and there are fifteen letters from home. There is nothing else between me, just telling me to go back to my hometown as soon as possible. Letter from the capital [Ming] Yuan Kai
Bai Juyi is homesick from winter to day in Handan.
Every winter to Sunday in Handan Post,
Knee-hugging lamp with shadow.
I want to sit at home late at night,
It should also be said that people who travel far away. Homesick
2. What are the poems about death that mourn the dead?
1, Su Shi's "Jiang Chengzi Mao Yi's Twenty Dreams in the First Month" in Song Dynasty.
Original text:
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.
Translation:
It's been ten years since you and I said goodbye, but it's still hard to look at each other after all. Thousands of miles away, that lonely grave has nowhere to pour out its sadness to you. Even if the husband and wife met, you wouldn't recognize me. I'm covered in dust and my temples are like frost.
Last night, I dreamed of going back to my hometown, and you were dressing in front of the cabin window. You and I are silent and sad, only tears flow thousands of lines. It is expected that the place where I missed her in the past was on the short Songshan Mountain on a bright moon night.
2. The Three Mournings of Mei in the Northern Song Dynasty (I).
Original text:
We are a couple, and now it's seventeen years altogether. It's not enough to be with each other, and now it's gone forever!
How long can my hair stay in the body, and how long can this body last? The same hole not far from you is not dead or in tears.
Translation:
We have been married 17 years. It's not enough to be with each other, and now it's gone forever!
I saw white hair on my temples. How long can this body last? It's not far from being in the same cave with you, but I still have tears when I die.
3. Three Elegy Poems by Tao Yuanming in the Eastern Jin Dynasty (Part II)
Original text:
There was no wine before, but now it's empty. Spring mash gives birth to floating ants, when can we taste it better!
Before the food box was full of me, I stood by crying. If you want to speak silently, you want to see things without light.
I used to sleep in Gaotang County, but now I live in Huangcao Township. Once you go out, you will come back healthy.
Translation:
When he was poor, he had no wine to drink. Today's libation is all wine. Spring wine is fragrant and frothy. When can it be tasted again?
The delicious food is in front of me, and my relatives and friends are crying beside me. Want to talk silently, want to open your eyes and see nothing.
I used to sleep in Gaotang, but now I sleep in the countryside. Once buried, there is no hope of turning back.
4. Three mourning poems of Yuan Zhen in Tang Dynasty (part two).
Original text:
I'm sitting here alone, mourning for both of us. How many years is my seventy years old? . No offspring is fate, and Pan Yue just mourned his dead wife in vain.
Even if you can bury it, you can't tell a passion. What an illusory hope the fetters of the afterlife are. However, when I open my eyes, I can see the whole night, the lifelong troubles in your brow.
Translation:
Doing nothing, sad for you, sighing for me. Life is short. How long is a hundred years? Deng You's childlessness is fate, and Pan Yuebai mourns his wife.
Even if we can be buried together, we can't talk about feelings. What an illusory hope it is to become attached to the afterlife. I can only miss you all night with my eyes open to repay your eyebrows that you can't stretch out all your life.
5. Two Song Dynasty Lu You's ShenYuan (Part Two).
Original text:
The dream is broken and fragrant for forty years, but the willow in Shenyuan doesn't blow cotton.
This body is a land of mountains and mountains, or a trace of death.
Translation:
It has been more than forty years since her death, and the willow trees in Shenyuan are too old to talk about.
I'm about to turn into a pile of dirt in Huiji Mountain, and I'm still here to mourn and cry.
3. Poems about dead relatives are sad to know that everything is empty after death, but they can't see Kyushu.
Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news! Forty million people shed tears together. Where is China at the end of the world?
Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love. Desperate to stop thinking about James Zhang, he endured death and treated Dugan for a while.
My smile goes from the horizontal knife to the sky and stays in the liver and gallbladder. My heart is full of sorrow, and the moon is full of sorrow. I will always follow you until Yelangxi.
When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang.
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming. Willow green hangs down to the ground, and flowers are long and sultry.
The wicker folding ruler flies away. Will pedestrians come back? Nanfeiyan is on the cloudy moon, turning back here, just this month. Birds don't enter, but I don't travel far to Lingnan. I don't know when, when can I return home?
The tide receded, the river rippled quietly, the forest was dark and malaria was scattered. Tomorrow I will climb to the top of the mountain and look north at my hometown, or I can see the red berries on the top of the mountain.
Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo.
The child held hands and asked, why don't you come back? * * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns? There are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus in Coody Leng in the atrium. I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight.
4. Praise the ancient poems in my hometown.
1. You come from my old country. Tell me what happened there! .
When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? (Wang Wei's miscellaneous poems)
2. I left home when I was young, and my local accent has not changed.
Where do children come from when they meet strangers? "He Zhang's" Homecoming Book ")
3. Leave the mountain to rest, winter will come, and spring will come.
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")
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 "A Stop at the foot of Beibao Mountain")
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. Whose rain flute flies in the dark, and the spring breeze permeates 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 Bingzhou is my hometown. (Liu Zao's "Journey to the North")
9. A vagrant hears drums that indicate fighting, and a wild goose rings in autumn.
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.
Bai Juyi's Three Homesick Poems
Wang Yitai
Jing' an mansion, facing the willow in front of the window every day, is far away at this moment; At the station, the spring is fading and flowers are everywhere.
Two beautiful springs, on the same day; At this time, family members miss their relatives outside, and people outside miss their families.
Coconut silk is good in Handan from winter to the sun.
Every winter solstice, I am accompanied by the shadow in front of the knee lamp.
If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers.
Nanpubie
In the bleak drudgery of Nanpu, the autumn wind is bleak.
Turn back immediately, my heart is broken, so I can leave and don't look back.
5. Poem about protecting homeland 1, random thoughts on reading in the living water pavilion.
Chu Hsi
As soon as the half-acre square pond is opened,
The sky is full of clouds and shadows.
Ask where the canal is so clear,
Because there is flowing water from the source.
2. "Send the Old Mountain Monk"
Tangwangjian
Because I am old, I began to study, practice and study.
After the snow, I often lie at the same table, and I didn't save two mountains after spending it.
The hunter seeks the goose at the bottom of the arrow, and the fisherman seeks the live fish at the end of the pole.
I have been troubled by dust, but I don't know that it is difficult to get rid of the disease.
The Yellow River, our mother river.
Yellow land as vast as the sea.
Is the foundation of our eternal baby and life.
Carrying a legend
Carrying sadness.
Carry glory
Full of hope
With a heavy sigh-
Fertile land of desertification
endangered species
Persistent acid rain
The endless demands of greedy children
Is mercilessly hurting mother's body.
How can we forget the tragedy of history-
The Roman Empire fell from its peak.
The ancient country of Loulan is hard to find.
Mayan civilization disappeared from the earth.
Shangri-La is gone, beautiful. ...
Man's relentless trampling on nature.
It will inevitably lead to the counterattack of nature.
Facing the increasingly severe survival crisis
We shouted loudly and appealed deeply-
Be kind to Mother Earth, she will always be kind.
Weave green grass and seedlings for her.
Give her the melody in my heart
Take care of Mother Earth who has endured hardships.
Because I love my mother.
Is to love yourself.
6. What are the ancient poems praising "homeland"? 1. I came to the lake unconsciously with thousands of thoughts. "What a beautiful scenery!" I can't help secretly admiring. The quiet and transparent lake clearly reflects the dark green mountains, gorgeous flowers, blue sky and white clouds. When the wind blows, the water wrinkles, causing ripples, and the shadows of mountains and trees are blurred and shaken, oh! It's a living landscape painting! The lake is spotless, like an ethereal blue crystal
2. Inherit Chinese culture and build a spiritual home. Let's join hands, unite as one, inherit and develop Chinese culture, jointly build the spiritual home of the Chinese nation, and unite powerful cultural forces for the Chinese dream of realizing the great rejuvenation of the Chinese nation.
I am eager to turn the world into green. I want to plant yellow-headed poplars in the desert. The branches and leaves of poplars are upward and close to unity. This United green, are you suggesting that we should unite for the sake of green? I long for the olive tree symbolizing peace to stay in the war-torn area. I really like this quiet green! I long for this kind of green to stay in the world forever, giving the world unity and peace. I have a dream, a dream to turn my home into green. This dream is really beautiful.
Deep in the mountains, a stream drifts in the distance between cliffs. Under the cliff is a green pool, where you can see small fish swimming at the bottom. The clear stream overflows from the pool, jumping and running like an innocent and hopeful teenager, crossing fields, villages and picturesque spring, summer, autumn and winter with cheerful songs.
The face of this village has taken on a new look. Under the foothills, on both sides of the village road, villa-style farm houses can be seen everywhere, and the courtyard layout is neat, clean and beautiful; There are lush fruit trees in front of and behind the house, bees surround butterflies, chickens bark and dogs bark. Terraces are stacked, and tea gardens are fragrant. There is no dust accumulation and no dirty air. Harmonious and elegant, refreshing and pleasant.
6, in the village, look around the peaks, foggy. Maolin xiuzhu is lush. Flowers in the four seasons are in full bloom. The road is like a belt, it appears and disappears. The mountain spring gurgles, and the stream gurgles. The roe rabbit runs and the birds sing. I feel relaxed and happy when I meet my eyes. Livable place, leisure capital.
7. In front of a hill where a stream passes, a bamboo forest is swaying in the breeze. Next to the bamboo forest, a humble hut is hidden among fruit trees such as peaches and plums, which gives people a fantastic feeling from a distance. This is the home I long for. Indeed, I have dreamed more than once that after retirement, I must find a beautiful place, build a small house there and live according to my own ideas.
8. Each of us is the gardener of our spiritual home, a lazy gardener, who lets flowers and plants grow freely in the yard. Hard-working gardeners will weed, catch insects, fertilize and loosen the soil for the flowers in the yard, and bloom a brilliant flower at some point in life. Smart and diligent gardeners will choose flower seeds and carefully cultivate the most beautiful flowers in life, making them a smart landscape in life. Beautiful, quiet and elegant flowers exude fragrance and delight themselves and others here.
9. Dear classmates and parents, do you still want to travel when the weather is fine? Do you still want to walk hand in hand in the evening sunset? Still want to go out for fresh air every day? Do you still want to see the blue sky?
10, Chinese culture is the blood and spiritual home of the Chinese nation. From the invention of Oracle Bone Inscriptions by our ancestors, to the grand occasion of a hundred schools of thought contending by Laozi, Confucius and Mozi, and to Fan Zhongyan's political ambition of "worrying about the world first, and enjoying the world later", Chinese culture runs through and comes down in one continuous line, which is a historical responsibility and a glorious mission; We need to take more measures to inherit and develop China culture.
1 1, the home of the soul, you are everyone's unique scenery. You embody the dignity of a soul, and you embody people's ideology and morality. Only by constantly wiping your mind can you sift out the truth, goodness and beauty in the years and polish your name.
12, looking up at the blue sky, birds fly in groups; Looking down at the clear river, fish swim in the water; Walking in the street, there are jagged trees to keep out the hot sun; Close your eyes gently, and you can smell the fresh grass fragrance and faint fragrance. These beautiful scenes often appear in dreams.
13, the sunset caught fire. The clouds are red. Rolling mountains, mottled rock paintings, flying clouds and birds. At this moment, it seems extremely boundless and beautiful, silent for the eternal stone, wanting to talk, speechless. If only there were smoke curling up at this time! Quietly intertwined with green trees and weeds, the wind is blowing, the wind is bold and rough, full of feelings, giving me a heroic and romantic life without too many colors!
14, we can deeply understand the meaning of the word "home" from the literal meaning, and we will live a happier life with home; When we have a home, we are complete.
15, smiling at every day, time is as warm as sunflower, with a little bit of happy stars, sincere heart, sincere feelings, elegant melody, purifying the pious soul, beautiful strings taking you to dance with flowers, charming butterflies as companions, and a cold kiss. Let love warm the whole spring, and spring is your cleanest spiritual home.
7. Yuan Zhen, a poem about a dead relative: "Leave my thoughts behind"
"Once the sea is difficult for water, amber forever. Lazy looking back at flowers, half the sky is repaired, and half the sky is a gentleman. "
After experiencing the magnificence of the sea, you will no longer be attracted by the water elsewhere. I am intoxicated in the Wushan Yunmeng, and the scenery elsewhere is not called sex. Although I often walk through the flowers, I have no intention of enjoying them, partly because I was a monk and partly because I only have you in my heart ... This further explanation is. Obsessed with the ocean you love and intoxicated with your dreams, I will no longer be interested in other women. No one can love you as much as you do. You are the best. No one can replace you after you leave. No matter how beautiful other women are, I am not in the mood to love, because there is only one you in my heart. ...
Yuan Zhen's wife's name is Wei, and her word is Hui Cong. Four years younger than Yuan Zhen, he married Yuan Zhen at the age of 20 and died at the age of 27. Yuan Zhen was probably the poet who wrote the most poems to his wife in ancient times, and his wife was involuntarily reflected in many of his poems. It is conceivable that Yuan Zhen spent the rest of his life thinking about his wife. I don't know how many poems Yuan Zhen wrote to commemorate his wife, but there are still more than 30 poems that can be seen now. In addition to this song, there are three mourning songs, eight mourning songs in the spring of six years, five mixed memories and so on, which can be said to be touching. From these poems, we can imagine that Wei Cong is a virtuous and beautiful woman, and we can also know that Yuan Zhen is an infatuated and grateful man.
8. The best answer to this poem about losing parents is Su Shi's poem mourning Wang Chaoyun:
It's amazing to be a seedling without showing off and keeping Tong Wu from becoming mysterious to me.
I hate that there is no chitose medicine in the scene, only Hinayana Zen.
If you want to pay off your old debts when you are sad, you can break your back.
Bamboo roots lie far and near, and night lights are courteous.
Mourn Wang Fu:
Ten years of life and death are endless.
If you don't think, you won't forget.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.
Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
When night came, my dream suddenly came home.
Xiao Xuan window, get dressed.
No words care for each other, only a thousand lines of tears.
It is estimated that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka.
Yuan Mei's memory of his sister.
9. Tao Yuanming's "three elegies"
This poem is very long, but the last four sentences are famous, as follows:
Relatives or sorrows, others have also sung.
What's the way to die? I'm on the same mountain.
The original poem is as follows:
Where there is life, there is death, and sooner or later there is no fate.
Last night, I was the same person, but today I am in the ghost book.
Where the soul is scattered, it will be dry and empty.
A charming child cried from his father, and a good friend caressed me and cried.
If you don't know the gains and losses, you can feel right and wrong!
Long live the century, who knows the honor and disgrace?
But I hate drinking enough when I'm alive.
There was no wine before, but now it's empty.
Spring mash gives birth to floating ants, when can we taste it better!
The old man cried beside me before the food box was full of me.
If you want to speak silently, you want to see things without light.
I used to sleep in Gaotang County, but now I live in Huangcao Township.
Once you go out, you will come back healthy.
Weeds are boundless and poplars are rustling.
In mid-September, severe frost sent me out of the outer suburbs.
No one lives on all sides, and the high graves wither.
The horse cries to the sky, and the wind is depressed.
It's not a thousand years since the secluded room was closed.
A thousand years later, there is nothing the wise can do.
Always send people away and return to their homes.
Relatives or sorrows, others have also sung.
What's the way to die? I'm on the same mountain.
10. Ancient poems and famous sentences describing beautiful homes are wild.
Colorful is always spring.
Biedongda
Gaoshi
It's a day in Huang Yun, a thousand miles away.
Chileger
Northern Dynasties
Chilechuan at the foot of Yinshan Mountain.
Know the east wind when you are free,
The north wind blows geese and snow,
Thousands of miles in Jiangling, one day.
I am often afraid of autumn festivals.
Little is known about flowers.
If you want to travel light,
The sky is like a vault,
Morning dew waits for the sun.
The spring breeze in Jiang Nanan is green.
Xiao Chun
meng haoran
I awake light-hearted this morning of spring.
Apes on both sides of the strait kept crying.
One hundred rivers flow eastward to the sea.
Yangchun Budeze.
Berthing Guazhou
Wang Anshi
A water room in Guazhou, Jingkou,
See cattle and sheep when the wind blows.
Wangdongting
Liu Yuxi
The lake and the moon blend together,
Run away at night,
The canoe crossed Chung Shan Man, and the cage covered four fields.
When will the moon shine on me,
The boss is very sad.
Mochow has no bosom friend in the future,
Sniffing birds everywhere,
The snow is full of bows and knives,
When to return to the west,
Everyone in the world doesn't know you,
There are no goggles on the surface of the swimming pool.
Everything is wonderful.
spring
Chu Hsi
Winning the sky and finding the fragrant waterfront?
Border songs
Lulun
In the faint moonlight, geese fly high,
Zhongshan is separated by only a few mountains.
The sky is gray,
The green snail in the silver plate,
The boundless scene is new for a while.
HanYueFu
The sunflower in the green garden,
The leaves of yellow flowers are rotting.
See the mountains and rivers in Dongting?
Young people do not work hard.
At night, it was stormy and white.
At dawn, I left the White King City which stood in colorful clouds.