Our hometown is the root of our growth, and our hometown is the home of our memories. Below are the poems I compiled for you about missing your hometown and relatives. You are welcome to read them.
Poems about missing hometown and relatives
1. I hope that people will live long and enjoy the beauty of Chanjuan thousands of miles away (Song Dynasty. Su Shi. "Shui Diao Ge Tou")
2. Don’t be sad because of separation; don’t be happy because of new acquaintances. (Chu Ci. Nine Songs "Shao Siming")
3. In front of the beautiful window tomorrow, the winter plum blossoms have not yet bloomed. (Tang Dynasty. Wang Wei. "Three Miscellaneous Poems")
4. I am gone in the past, and the willows are still there. Now that I'm thinking about it, it's raining and snowing. ("The Book of Songs·Xiaoya·Plucking Wei")
5. Whoever speaks of the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring! (Tang Dynasty. Meng Jiao. "Wandering Son's Song")
6. I am more timid when I am close to my hometown and dare not ask the stranger. (Tang. Song Zhiwen. "Crossing the Han River")
7. Where is my hometown? You will forget it unless you are drunk. (Song Dynasty. Li Qingzhao. "The Bodhisattva Man·The Wind is Soft and the Sun is Faint and the Spring Is Early")
8. Life without seeing each other is like participating in business (Du Fu, Tang Dynasty. "Gift to the Eight Virtues of the Guard")
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9. Tonight, when the moon is bright and everyone looks away, I wonder who is missing in autumn? (Tang Dynasty. Wang Jian. "Looking at the Moon on the Fifteenth Night and Mailing it to Dr. Du")
10. When meeting people, I gradually feel that the local accent is different, but I hate that the orioles sound like their hometown. (Tang Dynasty. Sikong Tu. "Five Poems in Manshu")
11. Hu Ma is leaning on the north wind, and the flying bird is facing the south branch. (Han. Nineteen ancient poems. "Xing Xing Xing Xing Xing")
12. Only the mirror lake water in front of the door, the spring breeze does not change the old waves. (Tang Dynasty. He Zhizhang. "Two Poems on Returning to Hometown")
13. Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during the festive season. (Tang Dynasty. Wang Wei. "Remembering Shandong Brothers on September 9th")
14. Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown. (Tang Dynasty. Li Bai. "Quiet Night Thoughts")
15. When people return home after the wild geese, their thoughts are in front of the flowers. (Sui Dynasty. Xue Daoheng. "People Think of Returning Every Day")
16. Separation and hatred are just like spring grass, they can travel farther and still be alive. (Southern Tang Dynasty. Li Yu's "Qing Ping Le·Farewell to Spring Half")
17. Going up to the Jiang Tower alone makes me think about it, the moonlight is like water and the water is like the sky (Tang Dynasty. Zhao Xia. < 18. It is easy to say goodbye but hard to see each other. Falling flowers on flowing water means spring has gone (Southern Tang Dynasty. Li Yu. "Lang Tao Sha Ling·Rain Gurgling Outside the Curtain") 19. The sun is far away, and the sun has slowed down. (Nineteen Ancient Poems. "Travel Again") 20. I advise you to drink another glass of wine, and there will be no old friends when you leave Yangguan in the west. (Tang Dynasty. Wang Wei. "Send Yuan Er Envoy to Anxi") 21. Last year, I saw you farewell in the flowers, and today it has been a year since the flowers bloomed (Tang Dynasty. Wei Yingwu. "Send to Li Dan Yuan Xi") < /p> 22. Candles are willing to say goodbye, and weep for others until dawn (Du Mu, Tang Dynasty. "Farewell") 23. If there is no north-south road outside the door, the world should be free from the sorrow of separation. (Tang Dynasty. Du Mu. "Farewell") 24. Peaches and plums in the spring breeze, a glass of wine, and ten years of light rain in the rivers and lakes (Northern Song Dynasty. Huang Tingjian. "Send Huang Jifu") 25 , Elegies can be used as weeping, and distant views can be used as homecomings. (Yuefu of the Han Dynasty. "Elegy") 26. Constant cutting and confusion remain, which is the sorrow of separation. (Southern Tang Dynasty. Li Yu. "Meeting Happily") 27. There should be no hatred. When will we grow apart and become full (Song Dynasty. Su Shi. "Shui Diao Ge Tou") Sentences about missing hometown and relatives 1. 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. 2. Dear hometown, you are getting younger and younger. Your children are no longer young. I miss you softly. I dream about you slowly. I pray silently that you can always be beautiful. 3. Hometown, missing my hometown, no reason to miss my hometown. Whenever I face the bright moon in the sky, my longing for my hometown comes like a tide, and it is as out of control as a flood. 4. Autumn is here, and the leaves on the trees are withered. The old trees whose roots had clung to the ground for decades seemed to be about to become hollow. Thinking of this, I can't help but think of my hometown. 5. Don’t say that the road to the countryside is long, no matter how long it is, it cannot last longer than my thoughts; don’t say that the world is far away, no matter how far it is, it cannot reach my eyes; don’t say that the sky is high, no matter how high it is, it cannot reach my eyes. Imagine. Hometown, you are the eternal root in people’s hearts. 6. When I think of my hometown, I miss my hometown inexplicably. Hometown is an old wine brewed by wanderers from millet. The older it is and the longer it is left, the more mellow the flavor of the wine becomes. 7. I really miss the mountains and rivers in my hometown, they are so beautiful. The refreshing green of the mountains in my hometown makes me unforgettable. How nostalgic! I always dream about the mountains in my beautiful hometown. It is so beautiful, with wrinkles one by one, that I will never forget. However, my mother, who always loves to make fun of the scenery, now took me away from my hometown and came to Wudi, a city with lots of traffic. Why did my hometown abandon me? Am I not cute enough? 8. In the eyes of dreamers, the sky is always gray. Because only gray is incomplete, and only incompleteness can they enjoy their fantasy. Sometimes it’s not that the sky turns gray, it’s just that we are used to fantasizing, used to seeing the sky as gray, used to using our talent of fantasy to imagine things that do not exist or are even a bit illusory. 9. Who misses home? Who doesn't want home? Just because I stepped on the green duckweed, I was swaying. The flowing youth, the temporary inn, the wharf and the platform are the home at this time. Spring swallows and wild geese smile together, with bitter throats, I really want to hear a cat meowing and a dog barking, I really want to smoke the smell of grandpa's rustic smoke, the sun rises and sets, the thick homesickness and sadness rush into the blue sky, accompanied by the howling north wind. 10. I miss home. If I don’t go back for a while, I feel like something is missing. I went back to visit two elders a few days ago, and yesterday I went back to visit two elders. After coming back, I felt at ease. I thought, if I go back every year for the Mid-Autumn Festival, will they still have many more years to live? The conditions in my hometown are not good, there is no running water, no wide roads, and there is no hustle and bustle of the city. But here there is warmth, tranquility, simplicity, and family affection. I miss my hometown and everything about my hometown! 11. The grass in my hometown is so bright and bright, and its brightness is revealed as soon as the sun shines. The grass here is even more novel than your grass. There are oval, rectangular, trapezoidal, all kinds of grass. You will definitely like it when you see it! 12. I miss it very much, because I have a beautiful hometown; I miss it very much, because I have a beautiful memory; I miss it very much, because I have a beautiful childhood; I am very happy, because I have a beautiful dream; I am very happy because I have a beautiful cloud; I am very happy because I have thoughts as clear as autumn water. 13. Homesickness is like a cup of strong tea, bitter and elegant; homesickness is like the tone of the saxophone, profound and long-lasting, making you nostalgic; homesickness is like three The gentle breeze of the moon makes you excited. 14. Every time I call home, I hang up the phone reluctantly. There are always endless words to say. Missing you has become a habit of mine. Every time I overhear someone talking, it reminds me of you. 15. I miss home, think about the yellow light, and see it in the evening. No matter how cold the weather is, there will be a warm current flowing into the blood, flowing all over the body, and the legs that are numb from the cold will feel... With inexhaustible strength, he ran back. 16. Living in other places all year round, I often look forward to going home. "Every festive season, I miss my family even more." When I see other people's families reunited and happy, there is an indescribable desire to go home stirring in my heart, which makes me uneasy. For those who have not been home for a long time, returning home for a long time is a longing. 17. Whenever it is late at night and the moonlight shines like water through the window in front of my bed, I will secretly recite Li Bai's "Quiet Night Thoughts": The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your eyes to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown. 18. The night is getting deeper and deeper, and my thoughts are still drifting endlessly. I vaguely seem to see the shadow of my home, which is stretched by my thoughts into a continuous line, which touches my heart and makes me rely on it. , make me fall in love. 19. Suddenly I burst into tears because I thought of my neighbor at that time. I can live in my neighbor's house if I want to, and eat in my neighbor's house if I want to eat. My neighbor's uncles, uncles, aunts, brothers, and brothers dote on me and give me all the good stuff. And I also playfully played with my neighbor’s grandma, causing her to chase me with a cane and her little lotus feet. I even laughed at me while I was running. Now, such happiness and joy have disappeared like smoke. It seems as if in front of you, when you reach out to touch them, they turn into sand. 20. When I think of my hometown, I miss my hometown silently. Hometown is a fragment of Youzi’s childhood memory. The more you think about it, the less you can process the clues, and it becomes increasingly impossible to edit a complete picture.