My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty. (2) Going home [Tang] Du Mu's younger son asked, why did you stay late? * * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns? (3) Homesickness [Song] Li Gou said that the sunset is the end of the world, and I can't see my distant home.
Castle Peak is being influenced by Castle Peak, which covers my sight. Twilight, Castle Peak. (4) Beijing Normal University has a letter from home [Ming] Yuan Kaijiang is 3,000 miles long and has fifteen lines of letters from home.
There is nothing else between me, just telling me to go back to my hometown as soon as possible. 5] Hao Chu and the great master watched the mountains and sent relatives and friends to Beijing [Tang] Dai Shulun's seaside mountains were like swords and clouds.
How can we turn this body into tens of millions, scattered to the heads of state's homes to see! [6] Where is Wei's hometown? It's leisurely to think about it.
Autumn night in Huainan, the high house smells wild geese coming. (7) Miscellaneous Poems (Wang Wei) You from my old country, tell me what happened there! .
When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? (8) Inscription on the wall of an inn in the north of Dayu Mountain (Song Dynasty) The cloud flies south and turns back here 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.
Seeing off a friend (Li Bai) at Jingmen Ferry; sailing from Jingmen Ferry, you will be with people in the south soon. At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness.
The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces. The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.
⑽ Wanderers listen to drums, younger brother (Du Fu) moonlit night, autumn geese. 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. Delivering books is often late. What can we expect in the war? .
⑾ Farewell (Sui folk songs) The willows are green and the flowers are flying all over the sky. The wicker folding ruler flies away. Will pedestrians come back? ⑿ Looking at the Moon at Fifteen Nights (Wang Jian): Bai Shu Crow Habitat Atrium, Coody Leng Silent Wet Osmanthus fragrans.
I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight. [13] Every messenger comes to the hometown of Jingshi, and it's a long way to Xiu Yuan, and his sleeves are full of tears.
I'll meet you immediately, without paper and pen. Please tell my family that I'm safe. [14] Show your son (Lu You) that he is dead and everything is empty, but he is sad to 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! ⒂ Fisherman's pride (Fan Zhongyan) blocked the scenery of Qiu Lai, and Hengyang geese were neglected and besieged on all sides.
Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes. A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet.
The pipe strength is covered with frost. People don't sleep, and the general has white hair and tears.
[14] A plum blossom crossing the Wujiang River (Jie Jiang) is full of spring worries. The boat on the river rocked and the curtain moved upstairs.
Du Qiuniang and Tainiang Bridge. The wind is floating and the rain is falling.
When will you go home to wash the guest robes? The silver word is the tone, and the heart word is the fragrance.
Time can easily throw people away. Cherry is red and banana is green.
⒄ Tianjingsha Qiu Si (Ma Zhiyuan) Dead vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, old roads and thin horses. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
⒅ The prison wall (Tan Sitong) looked at the door, stopped thinking about James Zhang, and endured death for a while. My smile goes from the horizontal knife to the sky and stays in the liver and gallbladder.
Trick chapter feelings (Tan Sitong) Everything in the world is in spring sorrow, and now I cry to Cang Ming. Forty million people shed tears together. Where is China at the end of the world?
2. Praise the beautiful sentence of hometown. The years in North Taoyuan are cold, and my hometown is idle.
In the cold night, this yearning went to the Woods and farmland. Holding corn stalks, playing hide-and-seek and playing stubborn children.
The north wind blows, the snow floats and the music is long. At the foot of Langya Mountain is my hometown and my cradle.
Shili Golden Beach, Shili Peach Blossom Garden. Wind and rain, how many years? The hardest thing to forget, in the summer vacation: catching cicadas in the shade.
In the pond: playing with each other and picking lotus. Seaside: facing the stormy waves, sailing and swinging fishing boats.
In the fishing song: at night, don't think about it. How much hope is there in the dream? Looking at my hometown, I feel very cordial.
The scenery in my hometown is good and the water in my hometown is sweet. When is the triumph? 3. In the small mountain village of Yangqiling, chickens and dogs hear each other.
Get dressed and drive Chai Men. Welcome guests and invite old friends.
Spring breeze is a good time among birds and flowers. Singing ancient poems, guqin and stringed instruments.
Sit by the window and enjoy that piece, blue sky and white clouds. The mountain stream is clear and the pine forest is on the slope.
There are sheep far and near. Although in the afternoon, there was no meritorious military service.
At the foot of Shu Mountain, be a civilian. A game of chess, a cup of tea, ancient and modern, Qin Shihuang.
Accompanied by singing, you don't worry about Tao or poverty. How much affection? How much hate? Do not keep it.
The world is colorful, so why pursue it? China is beautiful, where is it not fascinating? This feeling is the purest. There is a little cold light in the broken study.
How many years? Never forget that hometown, that village. Whenever, go back to the old days, go back to the barren land.
Always accompany me: write about Kyushu and write about Sifang. One night, I once wrote a river of poems and songs.
Brilliant and exquisite. How many medals are still treasured.
Nowadays, the guests under the lamp have been ignored and disappeared, young lang. A pot of wine, drunk on the road.
The most desolate, lonely, go to heaven, tell the truth. May the future of our generation be more brilliant.
Looking at the sky, looking at lofty sentiments: still unrestrained. Where the iron pen is waved, the wind and waves are raging and every sentence is sung.
Nine, Qinyuan Chunsi 1. Away from the clear clouds, the grass is green, the river is curved and the path is long. Birds fly by under the blue sky and white clouds.
Summer color is not strong, rice and wheat are yellow. In the faint wind, there were bursts of songs and several scholars were walking.
In the field, the sunset glow was sent away and the sunrise was ushered in. The memory of a primary school taught me to sail from now on.
Although the ends of the earth, this feeling is unforgettable. Despite all the disasters, I'm still crazy.
Raise the sails, ride the wind and waves, and then nurture the pillars of ten thousand generations. During the journey, it was in full swing and radiant.
At the beginning of the river trip, it was cold and drizzling, raining and snowing, and the night was long. One is under the blue wall, and the other is at the desk.
Tears welled up in my eyes and sadness was faint. A piece of paper is hard to sue and has been scattered for many years. The cuckoo is crowing outside the window.
Wake up, my hometown dream, my missing. Stroll through the fisherman's yard and ask when the bright moon will follow. Since there is love, why not? Tears streaming down her face, how many poems are there? There are waves in my ears. Who is the river sobbing for? How much did the waves wash away? A hero.
3. Gu Song Louyue spits turbid wine, sings a song of Long song, and celebrates the Mid-Autumn Festival. Clouds break the moon, and the residual flowers make a shadow, which is relatively silent and autumn.
All kinds of difficulties go with the wind. Why must we face the sky like a fire? When the song is not finished, I sigh that the river flows, and the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. The past is gone forever. How many omnipotent guests are there? Who can tell right from wrong? A few degrees in the spring and autumn, how much hate.
Walking through the castle peak, the scenery remains the same, and then looking for Li Bo in Panasonic, everyone is gone, leaving only an old song. 4. Danxia's visit to Pang Luohua is intentional, and the water is ruthless and the years are long.
I hate the size of the world, the sea of people, and no one shares my joys and sorrows. It's a long story Learn to be a singer and ask seagulls to heaven.
Why? Teenagers have become, white-haired old people? It's hard to raise a glass and hate shame when you get drunk. Although the iceberg is deep, the volcano runs.
But the world says: a barren hill. Wind, frost, rain and snow, silent for thousands of years, I do not know when to roar? Under heaven, for ordinary people, drive away the cold autumn.
References:
White's 300 poems.
3. Poetry or prose describing hometown [prose poetry] Are you a white cloud that floated that day? Is that the roaring autumn wind? Traveling all over the world, the most unforgettable thing is the muddy mountain road in my hometown. Ah, my hometown. I saw the muddy past under the cypress forest again. I relive you. It is not the willow flute blowing on the back of the shepherd boy cow in the drizzle, nor the elegant artistic conception of fishing boats singing late. I was born in that tragic era. I am destined to be with the grass all my life, and a crack in the rock is an opportunity. On that stormy night, my father left with a sigh.
My mother was fixed on the screen mirror of history by the storm of the times and swayed into an old neem tree at the entrance of the village. I am a fragile little cypress beside the tree. The lonely hut accompanied my mother and me through the difficult days. A kerosene lamp and a half bowl of corn porridge are very satisfying. My mother used hope instead of hunger to fill my growth and grow into a pair of strong feet, which are still firm and powerful despite the storms. You know, my stubbornness today is refined from previous lives. I am no longer that fragile little cypress tree. I am a lonely goose soaring in the sky, and I am proud of the storm raging on the boundless sea. Between reality and meditation, I decorate my fragile wings with persistence. I struggled for my father's dying wish and trudged at the peak of my destiny. Now, you are old, and the small cypress trees around you have grown up and left you.
oh Am I your key? Leave you alone. I'm afraid my stormy sails will crush your heavy back. I'm afraid the poor spine will give you too much and too heavy a load. I went to the other side of the mountain, bearing the thoughts of you, and planted acacia trees there. I want to cry silently. A song >; Bite my bitter throat and decorate every foreign dream. The song of homesickness (Xi Murong) is a Qingyuan flute, which always rings on the moonlit night.
The face of my hometown is a vague disappointment, like a wave of farewell in the fog. After parting, my hometown is a tree without rings and will never grow old.
Prose Poetry-Hometown Qingge Hometown, a faraway place, long time no see, still blooming? Qingge, lonely Hu Jia, sang leisurely on the grassland, and the song came to my ears.
Moonlight, scattered on the balcony, filled my heart with thoughts and frozen my sadness. Homesickness-Yu Guangzhong's homesickness as a child is a small stamp. My mother grew up there, and homesickness is a narrow ticket. I'm here and the bride is there. Homesickness is a short grave. I'm outside and my mother is inside. Homesickness is now a shallow strait. I am on this continent and there.
4. What poems describe the beauty of hometown? "Except working at night", Don Hotel is cold and sleepless, and the guests' hearts become sad.
My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty. 2, "Home" Tang Du Mu Zhi Zi asked, why did you stay late? * * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns? 3, "Homesickness" Song Liguo said that the sunset is the end of the world, and I can't see my hometown at the end of the world.
Castle Peak is being influenced by Castle Peak, which covers my sight. Twilight, Castle Peak. 4. The Letter from Shi Jing shows that Yuan Kaijiang is 3000 miles long and has 15 lines of letters.
There is nothing else between me, just telling me to go back to my hometown as soon as possible. 5, "Hao Chu sees the mountain with the Lord to send friends to Beijing" Liu Tang Zongyuan seaside mountain is like a sword, and Qiu Lai gives up his heart everywhere.
How can we turn this body into tens of millions, scattered to the heads of state's homes to see! 6. "Yan Wen" Where was the hometown of Wei in the Tang Dynasty? It's leisurely to think about it.
Autumn night in Huainan, the high house smells wild geese coming. 7. "Miscellaneous Poems" Tang You from my old country, tell me what happened there! .
When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? 8, "Mountain Holiday Thinking of Shandong Brothers" Tang people are in a foreign land, and they miss their 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.
9, "Jingmen Ferry Farewell Friends" Tang Libai sailed to Jingmen Ferry, and soon you will be with southerners. At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness.
The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces. The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.
10, "Moonlight Billion My Boy" Wanderers listen to war drums, Du Fu from the Tang Dynasty, and the sound of autumn geese. 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. Delivering books is often late. What can we expect in the war? .
1 1, in autumn, I climbed to see the ancient platform of General Wu's Changqing Temple, and in autumn, I was homesick. There are few people in the wild temple, and the clouds are separated by water.
The sunset clings to the old city, and the clear sound echoes in the empty forest. Southern dynasties, what's left? , today alone in the Yangtze River.
12, "Bamboo Branches" In the Tang Dynasty, Liu Yuxi gave birth to spring grass in Baidicheng and went down to Qingjiang, Sichuan. Southerners come up to sing a song, but northerners don't come up to be nostalgic.
13 "Yu Chang' an returned to Yangzhou to visit Wei on September 9" Suijiang always turned to the south cloud and followed the northern geese. How many more chrysanthemums have been planted under the fence in my hometown today?
14, "Shizi" Song died, knowing that everything was empty, but sadly watching 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!
15, "The Pride of the Fisherman" Song Fan Zhongyan blocked the scenery, and the geese in Hengyang inadvertently went away, and there was a good cheer all around. Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes.
A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet. The pipe strength is covered with frost.
People don't sleep, and the general has white hair and tears. 16, "Missing Jiangnan" Tang Fanggan's grass withered yesterday and it is green today, which makes people homesick.
I dreamed of going home at night, and it was already dawn before I got to Tonglu. 17, "Tianjingsha Qiu Si" Ma Yuan Zhiyuan withered vines old trees faint, small bridges flowing people, ancient roads west wind thin horses.
When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. 18, "Crossing Jianghan" is far from my hometown, and I am eager for news. I have spent winter and spring.
The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home. 19, "Stagnant Rain" Tang Li Shangyin stayed in the rain for a long night, and the lights were lonely.
My hometown is full of clouds and water, which is not suitable for Qiu Meng. 20, "Send Wu Nineteen to Fuling" Changling Yuanjiang flowing water to Chenyang, Xikou every gentleman is long.
Who is away from the thunderstorm in Wang Zhi? Return home in spring next year. Appreciate
5. Praise hometown poems. 2. The years in North Taoyuan are cold and my hometown is idle.
In the cold night, this yearning went to the Woods and farmland. Holding corn stalks, playing hide-and-seek and playing stubborn children.
The north wind blows, the snow floats and the music is long. At the foot of Langya Mountain is my hometown and my cradle.
Shili Golden Beach, Shili Peach Blossom Garden. Wind and rain, how many years? The hardest thing to forget, in the summer vacation: catching cicadas in the shade.
In the pond: playing with each other and picking lotus. Seaside: facing the stormy waves, sailing and swinging fishing boats.
In the fishing song: at night, don't think about it. How much hope is there in the dream? Looking at my hometown, I feel very cordial.
The scenery in my hometown is good and the water in my hometown is sweet. When is the triumph? 3. In the small mountain village of Yangqiling, chickens and dogs hear each other.
Get dressed and drive Chai Men. Welcome guests and invite old friends.
Spring breeze is a good time among birds and flowers. Singing ancient poems, guqin and stringed instruments.
Sit by the window and enjoy that piece, blue sky and white clouds. The mountain stream is clear and the pine forest is on the slope.
There are sheep far and near. Although in the afternoon, there was no meritorious military service.
At the foot of Shu Mountain, be a civilian. A game of chess, a cup of tea, ancient and modern, Qin Shihuang.
Accompanied by singing, you don't worry about Tao or poverty. How much affection? How much hate? Do not keep it.
The world is colorful, so why pursue it? China is beautiful, where is it not fascinating? This feeling is the purest. There is a little cold light in the broken study.
How many years? Never forget that hometown, that village. Whenever, go back to the old days, go back to the barren land.
Always accompany me: write about Kyushu and write about Sifang. One night, I once wrote a river of poems and songs.
Brilliant and exquisite. How many medals are still treasured.
Nowadays, the guests under the lamp have been ignored and disappeared, young lang. A pot of wine, drunk on the road.
The most desolate, lonely, go to heaven, tell the truth. May the future of our generation be more brilliant.
Looking at the sky, looking at lofty sentiments: still unrestrained. Where the iron pen is waved, the wind and waves are raging and every sentence is sung.
Nine, Qinyuan Chunsi 1. Away from the clear clouds, the grass is green, the river is curved and the path is long. Birds fly by under the blue sky and white clouds.
Summer color is not strong, rice and wheat are yellow. In the faint wind, there were bursts of songs and several scholars were walking.
In the field, the sunset glow was sent away and the sunrise was ushered in. The memory of a primary school taught me to sail from now on.
Although the ends of the earth, this feeling is unforgettable. Despite all the disasters, I'm still crazy.
Raise the sails, ride the wind and waves, and then nurture the pillars of ten thousand generations. During the journey, it was in full swing and radiant.
At the beginning of the river trip, it was cold and drizzling, raining and snowing, and the night was long. One is under the blue wall, and the other is at the desk.
Tears welled up in my eyes and sadness was faint. A piece of paper is hard to sue and has been scattered for many years. The cuckoo is crowing outside the window.
Wake up, my hometown dream, my missing. Stroll through the fisherman's yard and ask when the bright moon will follow. Since there is love, why not? Tears streaming down her face, how many poems are there? There are waves in my ears. Who is the river sobbing for? How much did the waves wash away? A hero.
3. Gu Song Louyue spits turbid wine, sings a song of Long song, and celebrates the Mid-Autumn Festival. Clouds break the moon, and the residual flowers make a shadow, which is relatively silent and autumn.
All kinds of difficulties go with the wind. Why must we face the sky like a fire? When the song is not finished, I sigh that the river flows, and the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. The past is gone forever. How many omnipotent guests are there? Who can tell right from wrong? A few degrees in the spring and autumn, how much hate.
Walking through the castle peak, the scenery remains the same, and then looking for Li Bo in Panasonic, everyone is gone, leaving only an old song. 4. Danxia's visit to Pang Luohua is intentional, and the water is ruthless and the years are long.
I hate the size of the world, the sea of people, and no one shares my joys and sorrows. It's a long story Learn to be a singer and ask seagulls to heaven.
Why? Teenagers have become, white-haired old people? It's hard to raise a glass and hate shame when you get drunk. Although the iceberg is deep, the volcano runs.
But the world says: a barren hill. Wind, frost, rain and snow, silent for thousands of years, I do not know when to roar? Under heaven, for ordinary people, drive away the cold autumn.
6. Poems praising hometown 1, ... 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 in Beibao Mountain" 2. Humayi north wind, the south branch of bird's nest.
-nineteen ancient poems by Han, "Walking and Re-walking" 3. It's another rainy night, and the residual lights are lonely. My hometown is full of clouds and water, which is not suitable for Qiu Meng.
Now, close to my village and meeting people, I dare not ask a question. -Tang Song Wen Zhi Du Da Yu Ling 5. Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank again, and I suddenly remembered home.
-Li Bai's "Silent Night Thinking" 6. Everyone is good in Jiangnan, and tourists are only old in Jiangnan. The spring water is greener than the sky, so tourists can sleep on the boat listening to the rain.
-Wei Zhuang's Good Jiangnan 7. 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" 8. Whose rain flute is flying in the dark, and the spring breeze is full of Chinese fir. In this nocturne, everyone can't remember the national conditions.
-Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night" 9. 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" 10, where is my hometown, and I won't return until I get drunk. -Song Liqing took photos of Bodhisattva Man 1 1, and his heart died in Nanyun, followed by the northern geese.
How many more chrysanthemums have been planted under the fence in my hometown today? 12, you people from my old country, tell me what happened there! .
When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? -Wei's Three Miscellaneous Poems 13. Children meet strangers, where do they come from? -He's Homecoming Book 14. Sad songs can be used as tears, and you can look at Angelica from afar. -Han Yuefu folk song "Elegy".
7. The sentence about hometown is 1, the sky is empty and homesick.
When Jusanskrit is singing in a low voice, does mother's forehead add white hair and new sorrow? Has the father's back been engraved with the wind and frost of the years? Taking the meeting as a memory, thinking as a pen, writing the breeze and bright moon, I only give this warmth to the chilly spring. The years are warm and happy, which is a good time for reunion.
For a wanderer, the most intimate thing in the world is always the local accent of his hometown, the most attached thing is always the nostalgia for his hometown, the warmest thing is always the flickering lamp shadow at home, and the most unforgettable thing is always the figure of his mother standing at the entrance of the village. 3. The wind in my hometown gently caressed the branches. Osmanthus fragrans is scattered all over the floor, and the fragrance of Osmanthus fragrans floats in every corner of the village, lingering over the tile house of the scale.
The crowing of chickens broke the quiet morning light in my hometown, and the village was shrouded in layers of fog, which had a hazy beauty; The black chimney is dizzy, and the smell of kitchen smoke permeates the mountains and rivers of my hometown. The song of hometown is a flute in Qingyuan. It always rings on a moonlit night, but the face of my hometown is a vague disappointment. It seems that homesickness is a tree without rings after parting in the fog. Today I think of it, it's raining. "
I came from the book of songs, elegant and chic, holding a bright moon and carrying a wisp of breeze.
8. Poems praising hometown (1) are of high quality besides writing [Tang] at night.
The cold light in the hotel stayed alone and didn't sleep, and the guest turned sad.
My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty.
(2) Home [Tang] Du Mu
The child held hands and asked, why don't you come back? * * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns?
(3) Homesickness [Song] Li Gou
People say that the place where the sun sets is the horizon. I try to look at the horizon, but I can't see my home.
Castle Peak is being influenced by Castle Peak, which covers my sight. Twilight, Castle Peak.
[4] Yuan Kai [Ming] Letter
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.
5] See the mountain with Master Haochu to send relatives and friends to Jinghua [Tang] Dai Shulun.
The sharp mountain by the sea is like a sword, and Qiu Lai cuts his heart everywhere.
How can we turn this body into tens of millions, scattered to the heads of state's homes to see!
[6] Yan Wen [Tang] Wei Wuying
Where is your hometown? It's leisurely to think about it. Autumn night in Huainan, the high house smells wild geese coming.
(7) Miscellaneous Poems (Wang Wei)
You have just come from our hometown, and we must understand the world. When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming?
Inscription on the wall of Dayu Shanbei Inn (Song Wenzhi)
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.
(9) Farewell a friend at Jingmen Ferry (Li Bai)
Sail from Jingmen Ferry, and soon you will be with southerners. At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness.
The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces. The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.
⑽ "Moonlit Nights" (Du Fu)
A vagrant heard drums heralding battle, and geese sang 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. Delivering books is often late. What can we expect in the war? .
⑾ Farewell (Sui folk songs)
Willow green hangs down to the ground, and flowers are long and sultry.
The wicker folding ruler flies away. Will pedestrians come back?
⑿ Looking at the bright moon for fifteen nights (Wang Jian)
There are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus in Coody Leng in the atrium.
I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight.
[13] When meeting a messenger who went to the capital.
The distance from the east home is very long, and the tears are wet and the sleeves are still flowing.
I'll meet you immediately, without paper and pen. Please tell my family that I'm safe.
[14] Xiuzi (Lu You)
I know that when I die, everything on earth has nothing to do with me. But the only thing that hurts me is that I failed to see the reunification of the motherland.
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!
⒂ the pride of the fisherman (Fan Zhongyan)
The scenery in Qiu Lai is different. The wild geese in Hengyang go unnoticed and ring all around. Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes.
A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet. The pipe strength is covered with frost. People don't sleep, and the general has white hair and tears.
Showing a Chemei boat crossing Wujiang River (Jie Jiang).
A piece of spring worries about wine. The boat on the river rocked and the curtain moved upstairs. Du Qiuniang and Tainiang Bridge. The wind is floating and the rain is falling.
When will you go home to wash the guest robes? The silver word is the tone, and the heart word is the fragrance. Time can easily throw people away. Cherry is red and banana is green.
⒄ Tianjin Sha Qiu Si (Ma Zhiyuan)
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.
9. Sentences describing the beautiful scenery of hometown The winter in hometown is beautiful, the winter in hometown is cold, and the winter in hometown is gray and boundless.
Winter has come, snowflakes are falling, and the whole earth is covered with a layer of white clothes. At this time, the splendid mountains and rivers have become a world of powder makeup and jade, and the snow has left a string of footprints.
Look! A group of children are playing there, having snowball fights, making snowmen and skiing ... Cheerful shouts shake off the snow on the trees, and the trees covered with leaves are covered with shiny silver bars.
In winter, not only the earth likes it, but also people in my hometown like it more! Listen! Although it is so cold in winter, there are constant shouts in the market.
Winter is a happy season for me and a memorable season. I love winter, and I love winter in my hometown more.
10. A beautiful sentence describing hometown 1, ah! Hometown, how beautiful you are! How beautiful your gurgling river is! How beautiful your waterfalls, rocks and waves are! Your cool mountain spring, like holding out a mirror, seems to be dressing me up! Your round white clouds have turned the original blue sky bluer!
2, ah, hometown! Reading thousands of books can't finish reading your beauty, and walking on the road in Wan Li can't finish thinking about you. Your beauty and kindness have already penetrated into my luggage and accompanied me everywhere.
When you are in a foreign land, it is inevitable that you will feel homesick. I can't tell you what this feeling is like. Speaking of girls' homesickness, I have no objection; As for that boy, it seems that he shouldn't be homesick, which may be right. Like me, he is away from home all the year round, and only goes home once a year, and only in the traditional festival of China people-Spring Festival. After graduating from college, I have been rushing about for work, and I have long been used to that kind of wandering life, perhaps it is the feeling of wandering around the world.
4. The sunset in early summer is sprinkled on the river, and the afterglow of the sunset ripples back and forth with the microwave. Several fishing boats wandered on the river, while others rested on the shore, thus forming a beautiful painting.