Ancient poems about snow and homesickness

1. The sound of snow is close to the bamboo, and the cold dreams never leave home.

"La Night in Guizhou" Tang Dynasty: Rong Yu

Sit until the end of the third watch and return thousands of miles on credit. The sound of snow is close to the bamboo, and the cold dreams never leave home.

The dawn corner is broken and broken, and the solitary lamp is broken into pieces. For two years, I followed Qiusi and worked hard towards the end of the world.

Interpretation:

On New Year's Eve, we stay up till the end of the night, and the road back home is thousands of miles long and narrow. The snowflakes rustled and fell beside the bamboo forest, and I returned to Zongguan's house several times in the cold night.

The horn of dawn replaces the leaking sound in the remaining night, and the solitary lamp is about to burn out and drop the broken core flowers. In the past two years, I have been away from home and followed the Hussars. After hard work, I was still stranded at the end of the world at the end of the year.

2. I am worried about watching the flying snow and hearing the chickens singing, and flying geese on my back alone in the sky.

"Early Departure" Tang Dynasty: Luo Ye

After a while, Lu woke up from drunkenness and left with his lone sword. I am worried about watching the flying snow and hearing the singing of chickens, and flying geese on my back alone in the sky.

The white grass is close to the pass and there is a slight road, and the turbid river is frozen and silent even to the bottom. The traffic here is very long, and the situation is to drive out the poor people and block the city.

Interpretation:

The light was weak and almost extinguished. I woke up from the wine and was preparing to leave with my lone sword on my back. Looking melancholy at the white snow flying all over the sky, listening to the roosters crowing at the farmhouse, I walked alone in the opposite direction to the geese returning home.

The morning frost is still there, the grass is white, the light is still dark, and the road is not clear yet; it is early, the temperature is low, and the turbid river has long been frozen due to the cold weather, making no sound. There was an endless flow of people coming and going, not to mention the elderly people were driven away, and the city was clogged with guests.

3. When the wind changes and the snow changes, my hometown dreams are shattered. There is no such sound in my hometown.

"Sauvignon Blanc·A Journey to the Mountain" Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde

A journey to the mountains, a journey to the water, walking towards the bank of Yuguan, thousands of lights in the night .

The wind is blowing, the snow is blowing, my hometown is shattered, my dreams are gone, and there is no such sound in my hometown.

Interpretation:

After wading through mountains and rivers one step after another, the soldiers marched non-stop towards Shanhaiguan. The night was already deep, and thousands of tents were lit with lamps.

The wind kept blowing outside the tent, and the snowflakes couldn’t hold back. The noise shattered the dream of homesickness, but there was no such sound in my hometown thousands of miles away.

4. On a snowy night in the chaotic mountains, a stranger is alone.

"New Year's Eve/Bashan Road Zhongda's Night Book" Tang Dynasty: Cui Tu

Traveling all the way to Sanba Road, you are in danger for thousands of miles. On a snowy night in the chaotic mountains, a stranger stands alone.

Gradually distanced from flesh and blood, and turned to children and servants. It's just wandering, and tomorrow will be a new year.

Interpretation:

Traveling on the rugged and remote Sanba Road, living in a dangerous place thousands of miles away. Under the mountains on all sides, the remaining snow reflects the cold night. Sitting facing the candles at night, I am a guest in a foreign land.

As he became farther and farther away from his relatives, he gradually became closer to the book boy and the servant. It's really unbearable to spend New Year's Eve wandering, and tomorrow will be a new year.

5. The snow shines on the mountain city, the jade fingers are cold, and the sound of Qiang Guan complains among the buildings.

"Partridge Sky·Snow is shining on the mountain city and the jade fingers are cold" Song Dynasty: written by Liu

The snow is shining on the mountain city and the jade fingers are cold, and a sound of Qiang Guan complains about the building. There are plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River several times, and people's temples are already stained at the end of the world.

The stars are dotted and the moon is clustered. The river flows backward into the cup and plate. Hanlin Fengyue has three thousand poems, which I sent to Wu Ji to read with tears in my eyes.

Interpretation:

The white snow covering the ground reflects the mountain city. In the ice and snow, even the jade fingers of the flute player upstairs feel cold, right? The sound of the Qiang flute you played was filled with the sadness of parting, floating in the space. The plum blossoms in Jiangnan bloom and fall, fall and bloom again. I don’t know how many times they have bloomed and fallen? I am wandering at the end of the world, and my temples are already so gray.

Facing the shining stars in the sky and the bright full moon, I drank endlessly alone. As I drank, I felt like the Milky Way in the sky was pouring into my cup.

I, a Hanlin scholar, wrote three thousand poems about my lovesickness, and I want to send them to you, my lover in the south, so that you can read them carefully while holding back your tears!