2. Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers remain forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back. Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold. Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin. -Du Fu: Hope in Spring
3. A vagrant heard the drums that predicted the battle, and a wild goose rang 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. -Du Fu: "Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night"
4. Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang, I want to write a book. When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him. -Zhang Ji: "Qiu Si"
5. Being a stranger alone in a foreign land, I miss my relatives more often during the festive season. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. -Wang Wei's "Vacation in the Mountain reminds me of my brother in Shandong"
6. Every winter solstice in Handan, I always have a knee lamp. If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers. -Bai Juyi: "I miss my family at night on the winter solstice in Handan"
7. The child took the clothes and asked: Why don't you come back? * * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns? -Du Mu: "Going Home"
Home-Tang Du Mu
1. explanation: my son pulled his clothes and asked me why I came back so late. Who have I been fighting for years and won the silver hair on my temples?
2. Appreciation: The first two sentences describe a child's innocence and loveliness, which is used to set off the serious meditation of the latter two sentences. In fact, the last two sentences are the poet's own problems. He ups and downs in the officialdom, fighting for life and fame and fortune. Unconsciously, people are getting old and their temples are dyed. The poet gave a faint sigh at sunset. The word "win" depicts the poet's serene and slightly wry smile.
This five-line poem describes a sad fact, that is, the official career is not smooth and full of risks, so that the head is white. However, the poem did not directly describe this matter, but expressed his sadness in the form of children's questions-the youngest child took my clothes and asked, why did you come back so late? Who did you fight with outside for so many years to get white hair? Innocence and curiosity are in sharp contrast with the poet's inner sadness. This question is so strange and sharp that the interviewee is tongue-tied, unable to answer, and even embarrassed. Behind the questioning lies the poet's deep sorrow and bitterness.
2. Poems about kinship 1. Wandering songs
Author Meng Jiao, Tang Dynasty.
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
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A loving mother makes clothes for her long-distance son with a needle and thread in her hand. Before leaving, he sewed a needle tightly for fear that his son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a child's filial piety as weak as grass can repay the kindness of such a loving mother as Chunhui Puze?
Secondly, I remembered my brother in Shandong when I was on holiday in the mountains.
Author Wang Wei, Tang Dynasty
I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
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Being alone is always a bit bleak, and I miss my distant relatives every time I go to the Double Ninth Festival. Far away, I feel sorry for myself when I think of my brothers climbing high with dogwood.
Third, when will there be a bright moon?
Author Su Shi, Song Dynasty
Chen Bing Mid-Autumn Festival, happily drank the next morning, drunk, wrote this word, and missed my brother Su Zhe.
When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. No E79FA5E98193E59B9EE7AD 943133431346439 Do you know what year it is today? I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade. Dance to find out what shadows look like on the earth.
The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
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On the Mid-Autumn Festival in Chen Bing, I drank happily until the next morning, got drunk, wrote this word, and missed my brother Su Zhe. When did the bright moon begin to appear? I raised my glass and asked the distant sky. I don't know the date of the palace in heaven. I want to ride the breeze back to the sky, but I'm afraid that the buildings built by Meiyu can't stand the cold of nine days.
Dancing under the moon and enjoying the clear shadows is not like on the earth. The moon revolves around the scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. Mingyue shouldn't have any resentment against people, should she? Why is it round when people are gone?
People have joys and sorrows, and the moon changes from sunny to sunny. This kind of thing has been difficult to be comprehensive since ancient times. I only hope that all the relatives in this world can be safe and healthy, and even if they are thousands of miles apart, they can enjoy this beautiful moonlight.
Four, ah, mom
Author Shu Ting Dynasty Modern
Your pale fingertips touched my temple, and I couldn't help grabbing your skirt as I did when I was a child.
Oh, mother, in order to keep you drifting away, although the morning light has cut the dream into smoke, I still dare not open my eyes for a long time.
I still cherish that bright red scarf, for fear that washing it will make it lose your unique warmth.
Oh, mother, the running water of the years is as ruthless, for fear that the memory will fade, how can I open its screen easily?
I cried to you for a thorn, and now I dare not moan with a crown of thorns.
Oh, mom, I often look up at your photos sadly. Even if the call can penetrate the loess, how dare I disturb your sleep?
I dare not show the sacrifice of love in this way, although I have written many songs, for flowers, for the sea and for the dawn.
Oh, mother, my sweet and deep memory is not a torrent or a waterfall, but a dry well that can't sing under the shade of flowers and trees.
Verb (abbreviation of verb) "Song of Persuading Filial Piety"
Author Xu Xi Qing Dynasty
The baby is underage and was pregnant with his mother's stomach in 10. Longing for mother's blood, longing for mother's meat.
The baby will be born and the mother will be in prison. I'm afraid I'll become a ghost after giving birth.
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Before a child becomes a baby, it needs to be conceived in the mother's womb for ten months. Eat your mother's meat when you are hungry and drink your mother's blood when you are thirsty.
At the moment when the child is about to give birth, the mother seems to spend time in prison. I'm afraid of having children, and I'm afraid that I and my children will suffer disasters because of unsatisfactory production.
3. Ancient poems about the affection between father and son are circulated among Mongolian tribes.
Year: Qing Dynasty Author: Gan Long
When I came back from hunting and went back to my father and son, I was exposed to autumn grass and deer.
Fold Yang * * * and pour it out, while away, get drunk and fly away.
To Shen Xiaozi.
Year: Song Author: Zhao Shizhen
The lead mountain is the Lingshan, and the number is Qibao.
Sometimes you love to cherish, but when you are excellent, you give.
Li Wei is not only an article, but also a kind of humanity.
Beauty and solidity are the road to loyalty and filial piety.
When there are many fierce thieves, you can't catch the eyebrows.
Drive straight into the customs and wander around the world.
Doctor Shen Sheng was the first to get angry with the thief.
A child ran forward and wet his clothes while crying.
May my father die here, and thirty thousand colors are not terrible.
The thief said that your son is filial and your clothes are covered with blood.
In this way, the father and son are as happy as ever.
Why not go to Ming Chengzu and make a gold casting?
Go to Chen Xiaoyong.
Year: Song Author: Mei
The dragon mother's grave by the water in Kangzhou is covered with vegetation and rain.
Five snakes come and go, and wild rats don't dig graves.
Well, different people are still very close, so you can't forget your parents.
If Chen Zixiao was born kind, he would stay in the people's army all day.
Wan Li is clear and sunny, and the parallel branches of Jiahe stand like stocks.
Distant hometown sighs neighbors, and the satrap speaks out of my department.
Zhongzhou scholars preach and fill their stubbornness.
Only when Huo De and Wang Ming were born in Zhu Rong and filial piety in South Guangdong.
If you'd rather be the only Bobby Chen, build a watch and do the math from now on.
Gentlemen drink and sing.
Year: Song Author: Shao Yong
A father is kind and filial, and a brother is respectful.
There is enough for people at home, and they also have money when they are young.
Healthy bones and happy hearts.
Gentlemen like to drink.
4. Seek the ancient poems about the affection between father and son (1) and five feelings of separation between father and son (Song Village Night)
2. Father and son have deep affection (The Problem of Missing by Li Mingyong)
3. Pay attention to the relationship between father and son (visit "Send an antique fourteen rhymes to send a boat to the club")
4. Father and son love each other like heaven (Three Poems of Wei Gongshou by Sun Song and Shi Ying)
5, splash ink, I don't care about the love between father and son (Luo Song Chair, "Three Chapters of Sun Shi's Female Funeral")
6. What's more, the love between father and son in the world (Vae Yueqing's "Two Rhymes Topaz as a Big Chapter with Two Visits from the First Episode")
7. If father and son love each other (Song Loujian's Liang Zhongcang)
8. Only father and son (Wang Ming Yang Guang's Painting Tiger)
9. What's more, the relationship between father and son (Huang Songting's sword "Recalling Xing Stepfather")
10, what is the boundary of the relationship between father and son in the world (two poems by Yu Yi and his son)
1 1, the love between father and son is deep and bitter (Song Fan Chengda, rereading Records of Emperor Taizong)
12, Shu Tong's father-son relationship (Song Kong Wuzhong's "Capturing the West")
13, forty years of father-son love (with "Forty Songs and Three Songs")
14, unforgettable love between father and son (Tang Yin Fan Yao's "Yu Yu Shan Ju You")
15, at this time, the father-son relationship (Ming Yang Ji "Send Chen Xuechang to Guangzhou")
-Hope to adopt!
5. Poems or famous sayings about family, what I want to express is poems or famous sayings about family.
1. Thread in the hands of a kind-hearted mother, making clothes for her wayward son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? (Meng Jiao: "Wanderer")
2. Boil beans and burn beans, and the beans will cry in the pot.
We are born from the same root, so why should we speculate with each other? (Cao Zhi: "Seven Steps Poetry")
3. My parents heard that the woman came and went out to help each other;
As soon as Sister A heard that Sister Mei was coming, she had to cut her red makeup.
When I heard my sister coming, I sharpened my knife at pigs and sheep. ("Mulan Ci")
Although a country is divided, the mountains and rivers remain forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back.
Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.
The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.
Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin. (Du Fu: Hope in Spring)
5. A vagrant heard the drums that predicted the battle, and a wild goose rang 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. (Du Fu: "Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night")
6. Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang, I want to write a book.
When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him. (Zhang Ji: "Qiu Si")
As a stranger alone in a foreign land, I miss my relatives twice every holiday.
6. Affectionate poems and ancient poems 15 1 Thread in the hands of a loving mother, making clothes for her wayward son's body. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? (Don Meng Jiao: Wandering Sons)
2. When a person is a stranger in a foreign land, he misses his family more often during the festive season. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. (Tang: "Shanju Holiday Thinking of Shandong Brothers")
Every winter solstice, I am accompanied by the shadow in front of the knee-hugging lamp. If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers. (Tang Bai Juyi: "Homesickness on a Winter Night in Handan")
4, the child led the clothes and asked: Why don't you come back? * * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns? (Don "Going Home")
5, Xian Yi, young and old, left home, the local accent has not changed. Where do children come from when they meet strangers? (Tang He Zhang Zhi: Homecoming Book)
6. 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. ("Early Tang and Song Wen Zhi: Crossing the Han River")
Under the blue mountain, we wound our way, and my boat and I walked along the green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail. ... the night now gives way to the ocean of the sun, and Jiang Chunren was in the old year. I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. (Don Wang Wan: "The next berth on the North Fort Mountain")
8. Humayi north wind, crossing the south branch of the Bird's Nest. -"Nineteen Ancient Poems Travel and Travel")
9. Being a parent is the best in the world; Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world. -("aphorisms")
10, I advise you to drink one more glass of wine and go out of Yangguan for no reason. -(Tang Wang Wei's "Cheng Wei Qu")
1 1, there is such bright light at the foot of my bed. Could there be frost already? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. -(Tang Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night)
12, teenagers leave home and return home, and the local accent does not change. -(Homecoming Book by Tang and Zhang Zhi)
13, my mother is one hundred years old and often reads eighty children. -("Song of Filial Piety")
14, parents are highly respected; Give children a good education. -("epigram couplet")
15, where is your hometown? Forget it unless you're drunk. -(Song Qingzhao's Bodhisattva Man)
16, the mother said that the child was lying dry and the mother was asleep and wet. -("Song of Filial Piety")
17, when the master instrument is hung, the tube is bright, and Wusu stays at the static night platform. -("aphorisms")
18, the moon is bright tonight. I wonder who Qiu Si will fall into. -(Don Wang Jian's "Fifteen nights full moon to send Du Langzhong")
19, elegy can be crying, and angelica can be in the distance. -(Han Yuefu folk song "Elegy")
7. Family Poems: How to cut bamboo at the west window, but kill time in the dim rain-Li Shangyin's note to a friend in the north on a rainy night.
It was a long time ago that I met her, and it was a long time ago that I broke up. The east wind rises and flowers fall-Li Shangyin is untitled.
After all, there is nothing, and it is full of water, and it is heartbroken to Baipingzhou —— The article "Looking at Jiangnan"
Don't get lost in the Tao, the curtain rolls up the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers —— Li Qingzhao's Drunk Flowers.
Homesickness of a Wanderer: Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer (the poem is too long, so I won't fight)
When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world —— Ma Zhiyuan's Jing Tian Sha Qiu Si
But I look to my hometown, and the twilight is getting thicker, and the mist of sadness is filled on the river waves-the Yellow Crane Tower written by Ho Choi.
Finally, I can send my messenger, the wild goose, home to one of Luoyang-Wang Wan and park at the foot of Beibao Mountain.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it. -Li Shangyin's "Jinse"
How many lovesickness one-night stands are there? The ends of the earth are not long. -Zhang's Swallow House
8. Poetry about "Love"-Love in Poetry
1. Thread in the hands of a kind-hearted mother, making clothes for her wayward son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? (Meng Jiao: "Wanderer")
2. Boil beans and burn beans, and the beans will cry in the pot.
We are born from the same root, so why should we speculate with each other? (Cao Zhi: "Seven Steps Poetry")
3. My parents heard that the woman came and went out to help each other;
As soon as Sister A heard that Sister Mei was coming, she had to cut her red makeup.
When I heard my sister coming, I sharpened my knife at pigs and sheep. ("Mulan Ci")
Although a country is divided, the mountains and rivers remain forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back.
Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.
The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.
Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin. (Du Fu: Hope in Spring)
5. A vagrant heard the drums that predicted the battle, and a wild goose rang 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. (Du Fu: "Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night")
6. Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang, I want to write a book.
When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him. (Zhang Ji: "Qiu Si")
7. A stranger in a foreign land misses his relatives during holidays.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. (Wang Wei: vacationing in the mountains reminds me of my brothers in Shandong)
8. Every winter solstice in Handan, I always have a knee lamp.
If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers. (Bai Juyi: "The Solstice of Winter in Handan" misses home at night)
9. The child took the clothes and asked: Why don't you come back?
* * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns? (Du Mu: "Going Home")
Nostalgia in Poetry
1. You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! .
When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? (Wang Wei: "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 Zhangzhi: 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.
... the night now gives way to the ocean of the sun, and Jiang Chunren was in the old year.
I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. (Wang Wan: a berth 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: "People are homesick every day")
6. The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is it frosty already? .
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. (Li Bai: "Silent Night Thinking")
7. Whose rain flute flies in the dark, and the spring breeze permeates Los Angeles.
In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick. (Li Bai: 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: "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. (Du Fu: "Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night")
9. There is a poem about affection. In October, the baby is heavy and the reward is light.
Song of Persuading Filial Piety is a one-foot-three-inch treasure, which has been a work for ten years and eight years. The mother of "Song of Persuading Filial Piety" said that the child lay dry and the mother fell asleep wet.
"Song of Persuading Filial Piety" is not seen by the mother, and the child is uneasy. My mother is one hundred years old and often reads eighty children.
Before "Song of Persuading Filial Piety", the prodigal son is not cold. Song of Persuading Filial Piety is full of love and hardship. Who knew my parents when they hurt me? "Children's Words Are Unbridled" The bald mother hid her face and cried, and her shirt sleeves were broken.
[Tang] Han Yu's mother instrument hangs down, the tube is bright, and the night platform is silent. Mottos, a thread in the hand of a loving mother, makes clothes for her wayward son's body.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
Meng Jiao used to live in and chose a neighbor. In Mencius' laziness, she cut the cloth.
Saint Amethyst mourned my parents and gave birth to me. The Book of Songs has neither father nor mother. The Book of Songs is the virtue of the father and the legacy of the son.
Clear pronunciation and mellow voice, parents respected; Give children a good education. Don't be happy to have a son, and don't sigh without one.
[Tang] Han Yu people see that boys and girls are good, but they don't know that men and women make people old. [Tang] Wang Jian's parents are both on earth; The rarest person in the world, brother.
Motto Lian Bi is the best parent in the world; Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world. My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed, caressed, nursed, nurtured, cared and answered me.
In the Book of Songs, the father is unkind and the son is unfilial; A brother who is not a friend is disrespectful; If the husband is unfair, the woman will be unhappy. [Southern and Northern Dynasties] Yan Zhitui did not have a good father and brother in his life, nor did he have a strict teacher and friend outside, but few people succeeded.
[Song] Lv Gongzhu's parents do whatever they want, and I will continue to describe it; I cherish the thoughts of those parents. This motto is hung on the wall.