Poems about vagrants 1. Poems about vagrants
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")
2. Wandering Poems
Poems about vagrants are:
1. The cool breeze rate has intensified, and the wanderer is cold and naked. -Year: Korean Author: Han Anonymous Nineteen Ancient Poems
I will think of you in the clouds, so think of me in the sunset. -Year: Tang Author: Li Bai's "Seeing Friends Off"
3. It's just the kind of heartfelt concern that wanderers can't smell. -Year: Song Author: Yan's "Tea Son"
4. I have been wandering for a long time and sent spring. -Year: Song Author: Yan's "Xin"
The traveler's parting song sounded in the morning light, and the first frost formed on the river last night. -Year: Tang Author: Li Jie "Farewell to Wei Wan"
Pass the message to an official and then go back to my hometown. -Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi's Poems of Five Virtues
7. It's like wandering home. I only dream at night. I don't know where I am. -Year: Song Author: He Zhu "Qing Ping Le Mo Chu Xie"
8. Parents are out of the clouds, wanderers are empty, and no one can return. -Year: Song Author: Chao "Xian Ge Wen Jiang Different Fruit"
9. I used to be a wanderer in Beijing, riding a BMW and flying gold. -Year: Song Author: Fan Chengda's "first frost Corner, Youth"
10. The wanderer signs the shirt and relies on warm drying. -Year: Song Author: Fang's "Little Red Lip, Pond Hall, Deep Spring"
1 1. -Year: Song Author: Lu You "Tianya"
12. Wandering alone and luring home. -Song Author: Shi Daoning's Sixty-three Poems.
13. Thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother, making clothes for her wayward son. -Year: Tang Author: Meng Jiao's "Wandering"/Mu Ying's "Floating on the Left"
14. This cloud, which has been floating in the sky all day, may be like a wanderer and will never come back. -Year: Tang Author: Du Fu's Two Dreams of Li Bai
15. Wen Chao wanderer sang farewell songs and crossed the river at the beginning of frost last night. -Year: Tang Author: Li Jie "Farewell to Wei Wan"
3. Poems with Wanderers
Farewell to friends (Li Bai)
Green mountains are located on the north side of the city wall, and the sparkling water surrounds the east of the city.
Here we say goodbye to each other, and you, like losing your father, are floating in the wind and traveling far away.
Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic.
With a wave of his hand, he will be separated from now on, and his friend on horseback will carry him on a long journey, blowing a long wind, as if reluctant to leave.
Farewell, Wei Wan (Li Jie)
In the morning, I heard the wanderer singing a farewell song. Last night, you crossed the Yellow River.
People who are most worried are afraid to hear the swan song, and lonely travelers are in the silence of mountains and clouds.
In the morning of Tongguan, the cold was urged to approach the capital, and the sound of changing lanes in late autumn reached a later evening.
How long will the capital satisfy you? Time is easy to talk about.
Ode to a Wanderer (Meng Jiao)
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.
But how much love an inch of grass has is three times!
4. Wandering Poems
1. Being a stranger alone in a foreign land, I miss my family twice every festive season. -"Holidays in the Mountains Think of Brothers in Shandong" Wang Wei 2. The spring breeze in Jiang Nanan is green. When will the bright moon shine on me? -"Boating in Guazhou" 3. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? Looking up, I found that it was moonlight, and it sank back again. I suddenly remembered my hometown Li Bai's "Thinking about a Quiet Night" 4. You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! When you passed my window, was that Mei Han Mei and Hua Wei? -Wang Wei's Miscellaneous Poems. 5. a trip in the mountains, a trip in the water, walking towards Guan Yu, lights are on at midnight. When the wind changed, the snow changed, and the dream of breaking the hometown failed, there was no such sound in the garden. -"Sauvignon Blanc" Nalan Xingde. 6. Old vines and faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, and the west wind and thin horse ancient road. Pedestrians are coming and leaving. -"Qiu Si" Zhang Ji 8. The thread in the hands of a loving mother made clothes for her wayward son. She sewed and mended them carefully, for fear of delaying his return home. However, the grass had much love and won three times in spring. 0 1. Oh, ask this river flowing eastward, whether it can go further than the love of friends! ? -Li Bai 02. Advise you a glass of wine. Westerners have no reason to go out. -Wang Wei 03. Where the sails sail at sunset, the horizon breaks people's intestines. -Meng Haoran 04. The lonely sail is far away, just watching the Yangtze River flow in the sky. -Li Bai 05. Know yourself in the sea, and heaven is still our neighbor. -Wang Bo 06. Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home. Think twice about your relatives during the festive season. -Wang Wei 09. If I want to spend hundreds of billions, I will go to the summit to see my hometown. -Liu Zongyuan 10. You ask me, before the date of returning home, the late rain rises in the autumn pool. -Li Shangyin 1 1. Spring breeze is green, and Jiang Nanan is green. When will the bright moon shine on me? -Wang Anshi 65438. So think of me in the sunset. -Li Bai 14. There is no reason to remember long-term parting. -Xu Shu 15. We know that the human heart is not like a tree, but people who care for it are like flowers. -Xiao Zixian 16. 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. —— Li Shangyin 17. When lovesickness meets, we know when. -Ouyang Xiu 20. It rained on the plane leaves in the middle of the night, and the voice of the leaves was parting. -Zhou Zizhi 2 1. It is time to say goodbye to Xiaoying's waning moon. Since then, it has been soundproof dust. -Wei Zhuang 22. Affectionate parting since ancient times is more worthy of being ignored in the clear autumn season. -Liu Yong 23. This is a good time to go here. All the way is like spring water. -Ouyang Xiu 26. All the way back to Julia, people are getting rusty and come back with sadness. -Zhou Bangyan 27. I'm afraid of suffering from leaving my arms, but I still have to rest after I say what I want to say. -Li Qingzhao 28. Staring at this place, I will add new sadness from now on. -Li Qingzhao 29. I immediately left my soul clothes and shed tears. It must become a acacia tree. -Liu Ji 32. It makes people speechless, and the drizzle covers the door. -Yang Shen 33. Everything is man's fault. If you want to talk, cry first. -Li Qingzhao 34. Because I miss people, it's time to leave sadness and not hate. -Liu Yong 35. The bright moon tower is high and lonely, and the wine has turned into homesick tears. -Fan Zhongyan 36. The end of the world is tired of tourists, and the way home in the mountains is broken. -Su Shi 37. The spring scenery in the two places is the same day, and people are homesick. -Bai Juyi 38. Tonight, people in the bright moon are looking forward to it. I wonder whose home Qiu Si will be. -Wang Jian 39. Who hears the broken willow in this serenade, can't help but miss his hometown? -Li Bai 40. The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world. -Zhang Jiuling.
Step 5 find a poem about vagrants
1. At the foot of 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)
2. 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")
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")
6. Chinese (emergency) poems about vagrants
Farewell: Huang Yun, thousands of miles away, is sunny and snowy in the north.
Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone knows that you (Gao Shi) are all dressed up and traveling far away. Relatives and friends cry, pommel horse goes to lonely city.
The vegetation is dying, and Qing Jiang is frosty and snowy. I left yesterday because I saw the feelings of the ancients.
(Du Fu) The month before Bailuzhou, seeing off guests at dawn. The day after Qinglong Mountain, I went to sea early.
The running water is relentless, and the sails are blown away one by one. I can't bear to look at each other.
(Li Bai) There are blue mountains in the north and white water in the east. Here we say goodbye to each other, and you, like losing your father, are floating in the wind and traveling far away.
Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic. We waved goodbye, Xiao Xiao Ban Ma Wu.
(Li Bai) When you ask about the return date, the rain rises in the autumn pool at night. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.
(Li Shangyin) Missing: The grass in your north is as blue as jade, and the mulberry here is curved and blue. When you miss your hometown, you were missed and sad a long time ago.
Spring breeze, since I dare not know you, why should I separate the silk curtain beside my bed? ? (Li Bai) Yan Zhihuang leaves fall, and my concubine is white on the stage. Yun Lan broke at sea, and autumn scenery came.
Hu Bing went to Shaguan, and Han Shi went to Guanguan. If you don't come back for a day, the grass will be destroyed! (Li Bai) The guests were moved to look at each other with tears when Hanshan played the flute to call for spring return.
Countless geese parked by the lake in the evening have been eager to fly north until dawn. (Li Yi) The mountain by the sea is like a sword, and Qiu Lai gives up his heart everywhere.
If you want to become 100 billion, go to the peak to see your hometown. (Liu Zongyuan).