The full text of his poem is as follows: Bai Shu cries in the atrium, and Coody Leng is silent and wet with osmanthus. I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight.
The mid-autumn moon shines in the yard, and the ground is as white as a layer of frost and snow. The crow in the tree stopped making noise and fell asleep. Late at night, the cold autumn dew quietly wet the osmanthus in the court.
The bright moon is in the sky tonight, and people are enjoying the moon. I wonder whose home is the vast Qiu Si. Meeting the Capital is a novel written by Cen Can, a writer in the Tang Dynasty.
The full text of the poem is as follows: the old garden has a long way to go east, and the tears of the double-sleeved dragon bell have not dried. I'll meet you immediately, without paper and pen. Please tell my family that I'm safe.
Looking east at my hometown, the road is long and Xiu Yuan is awkward; Tears on my face wet my sleeve, but I still can't wipe it off. I met you on horseback on the way, but I wanted to write a letter without paper and pen. I can only ask you to take a message and go home to report peace.
The author of Tianjingsha Qiu Si is Ma Zhiyuan, a writer in Yuan Dynasty. The full text of the poem is as follows: dead vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water.
The ancient road and the west wind are thin. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
Dead vines entwine old trees, and crows return to their nests in the branches at dusk. Under the small bridge, there are several families by the running water.
On the ancient and desolate road, the autumn wind is bleak, and a tired thin horse carries me forward. The sun is setting slowly, and the extremely sad traveler is still wandering at the end of the world.
To My Friends and Harmony was written by Wei, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of its poem is as follows: We finally met in the flowers, we parted in the flowers, and here, a year later, there were flowers again.
How to predict my fate, the world is far away, only the hazy spring sorrow makes me sleep on the pillow. Sick body makes me want to retire to the countryside, watching the exiles ashamed of the salary of the country.
I heard that you were going to meet me here. I went to the west wing to see some circles looking at the moon. I remember last spring, when all the flowers were in full bloom, I met you and then parted.
After a year, it's flowering season again. Anything could happen.
The worries of spring make me feel gloomy and it is difficult to sleep at night. I miss the countryside because of my poor health.
There are still displaced people in the city, which is really a disgrace to the official micro-salary. I heard that you want to visit me. I've been waiting for months in the west building.
The author of Homecoming is Xue Daoheng, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. Its full-text poem is as follows: only seven days in spring, 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. The poet came to the south at the end of the old year and suddenly entered the seventh day of the first month of the new year. Although the time is short, the old year and the new year have passed.
The contrast between seven days and two years expresses the poet's homesickness. Wild geese are migratory birds and return to the north every spring.
At this time, the geese flew back to the north from the south, but did not go home, falling behind the geese; The flowers in the early spring in the south of the Yangtze River were originally pleasant, but I was even more melancholy before the flowers because I was homesick. Smelling flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night is the work of Li Bai, a writer in the Tang Dynasty.
Its full-text poem is as follows: Whose Yu Di flies in the dark and scatters into the east wind of Los Angeles. In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick.
Whose courtyard is the jade flute flying out of? Enter the spring breeze and float over the ancient city of Luoyang. Who can't help but miss their hometown when they hear the music of "Folding Willow" on the night of their stay?
"The North Castle Hills Down" was written by Wang Wan, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. Its full-text poem is as follows: Castle Peak, off the road, me and the boat, by the green water.
Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail. ... 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. Travelers pass through the desolate Gubei Mountain, and ships follow the blue river.
At high tide, the banks of the river are flush with the river and very open. Sail before the wind just hung the sail high. The night is not over, a red sun has risen from the sea, spring is early on the river, and the old year has not passed the New Year.
How to convey a letter sent to my hometown? Goose returning to the north, please help me take it home and bring it back to Luoyang.
2. Southerners live in the north, miss southern poems and write poems that miss their hometown.
Wang Jian, a writer in the Tang Dynasty, wrote "Looking at the Moon at Fifteen Nights to Send a Message to Du Langzhong". The full text of this poem is as follows:
There are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus in Coody Leng in the atrium.
I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight.
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The mid-autumn moon shines in the yard, and the ground seems as white as a layer of frost and snow. The crow in the tree stopped making noise and fell asleep. Late at night, the cold autumn dew quietly wet the osmanthus in the court. The bright moon is in the sky tonight, and people are enjoying the moon. I wonder whose home is the vast Qiu Si.
Meeting the Capital is a novel written by Cen Can, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of this poem is as follows:
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.
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Looking east at my hometown, the road is long and Xiu Yuan is awkward; Tears on my face wet my sleeve, but I still can't wipe it off. I met you on horseback on the way, but I wanted to write a letter without paper and pen. I can only ask you to take a message and go home to report peace.
The author of Tianjingsha Qiu Si is Ma Zhiyuan, a writer in Yuan Dynasty. The full text of this poem is as follows:
Old vines and faint crows, small bridges and flowing water.
The ancient road and the west wind are thin.
When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
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The withered vines are wrapped around the old trees, and the branches are inhabited by crows returning to their nests at dusk. Under the small bridge, there are several families by the running water. On the ancient and desolate road, the autumn wind is bleak, and a tired thin horse carries me forward. The sun is setting slowly, and the extremely sad traveler is still wandering at the end of the world.
To My Friends and Harmony was written by Wei, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of this poem is as follows:
We met in the flowers, parted in the flowers, and a year later, there were flowers here again.
How to predict my fate, the world is far away, only the hazy spring sorrow makes me sleep on the pillow.
Sick body makes me want to retire to the countryside, watching the exiles ashamed of the salary of the country.
I heard that you were going to meet me here. I went to the west wing to see some circles looking at the moon.
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I remember last spring, when I was in bloom, I met you and parted. After a year, it's flowering season again. Anything could happen. The worries of spring make me feel gloomy and it is difficult to sleep at night. I miss the countryside because of my poor health. There are still displaced people in the city, which is really a disgrace to the official micro-salary. I heard that you want to visit me. I've been waiting for months in the west building.
The author of Homecoming is Xue Daoheng, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of this poem is as follows:
It has been seven days in spring, and I have been away from home for two years.
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.
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The poet came to the south at the end of the old year and suddenly entered the seventh day of the first month of the new year. Although the time is short, the old year and the new year have passed. The contrast between seven days and two years expresses the poet's homesickness. Wild geese are migratory birds and return to the north every spring. At this time, the geese flew back to the north from the south, but did not go home, falling behind the geese; The flowers in the early spring in the south of the Yangtze River were originally pleasant, but I was even more melancholy before the flowers because I was homesick.
Smelling flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night is the work of Li Bai, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of this poem is as follows:
Who flies in the flute and scatters into the east wind of Los Angeles?
In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick.
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Whose courtyard is the jade flute flying out of? Enter the spring breeze and float over the ancient city of Luoyang. Who can't help but miss their hometown when they hear the music of "Folding Willow" on the night of their stay?
"The North Castle Hills Down" was written by Wang Wan, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of this poem is as follows:
Castle Peak, my boat and I, along the green water.
Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.
... 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.
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Travelers pass through the desolate Gubei Mountain, and ships follow the blue river. At high tide, the banks of the river are flush with the river and very open. Sail before the wind just hung the sail high. The night is not over, a red sun has risen from the sea, spring is early on the river, and the old year has not passed the New Year. How to convey a letter sent to my hometown? Goose returning to the north, please help me take it home and bring it back to Luoyang.
Acacia Poetry Acacia (red beans) when those red berries come in spring.
Author: Tang
When those red berries come in spring,
Wash your southern branches.
Give me a hug and go home,
As a symbol of our love.
Other lovesickness poems:
I am full of thinking that if I marry a person with a heart, I can love each other and be happy forever. -Zhuo Wenjun's "White-headed Song"
Linglong dice Anhoudou, what do you know about bone acacia? -The article "Two Songs of Nan Gezi"
I don't know who to talk to about acacia. -Yan's Sauvignon Blanc.
Return your double beads, my eyes are full of tears, and I regret not meeting you before I got married. -Zhang Ji's "Yin Jiefu Send Dongping Lishi Island"
Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be. -Yuan Zhen's Five Poems of Self-reflection, No.4.
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi. -Li Shangyin's Notes to Friends in the North on a Rainy Night
I live in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River and you live in the lower reaches. -Li Chi Ngai's operator, I live at the head of the Yangtze River.
I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning. -Li Chi Ngai's operator, I live at the head of the Yangtze River.
I hate that you are not like the moon on the river. No matter people wander north and south, the moon is not separated from people. -Lv Benzhong's "Picking Mulberry Seeds, Hating Jun is not like a River"
The beauty has been waiting for the bead curtain and has been sitting with tight eyebrows. -Li Bai's Resentment
Qiang tube covered with frost, people do not sleep. The general was white-haired and in tears. -Fan Zhongyan's "The Fisherman's Pride Qiu Si"
This prose poem about missing is called Mink.
Su Shi
When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. I want to go home by the wind, but I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu (2), and it's too cold at the top. Dance to find out what shadows look like on the earth.
Turn to Zhuge, low yee (3), as sleepless. 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 live a long life.
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① The title of Shuidiao Song: "Le Yuan": "Shuidiao", and the tune is also raised. Also known as Qu, Kaige and Taicheng Tour.
② Yuyu: the residence of the so-called Emperor of Heaven in Taoism. 3 wild fox: embroidery worker. (4) ChanJuan: Moonlight beauty refers to the moon.
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This Mid-Autumn Festival poem has been famous for a long time, and it is definitely ancient. Although the first sentence is in Li Bai's poems, it is graceful and charming. Paradise on earth, connecting emotional context. Then, with a romantic and magnificent imagination, he concentrated on describing the subtle relationship between himself and the court, highlighting the contradiction between "going" and "staying". I actually wrote about the Mid-Autumn Festival and my yearning for the moon. From resentment to thorough language, it can be seen that the author is open-minded and unconstrained by the environment. The word "hope" released all my worries, but guarded my life with kindness and encouraged each other by sending acacia to the bright moon.
5. Poems describing missing someone 1, when those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches. People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention. -from Wang Wei's Acacia in the Tang Dynasty.
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: Red and round red beans grow in the sunny south. How many of them were born in the spring season? I hope that people who miss me will collect more, and small red beans will attract acacia.
2, Sauvignon Blanc, Sauvignon Blanc. If you ask acacia, unless you meet each other. Sauvignon Blanc. I don't know who to talk to about acacia. -From the Song Dynasty: Yan's Sauvignon Blanc.
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: Sauvignon Blanc, Sauvignon Blanc. If you ask when this lovesickness will end, unless it is when you meet. Long-term acacia, long-term acacia. Who can I tell about this lovesickness? A fickle and ungrateful person cannot understand it.
3, linglong dice Ann red beans, bone acacia know. -Excerpted from two poems in the Tang Dynasty, Nan Gezi.
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: The red dot on the beautifully made dice, like the most lovesick red bean, goes deep into the bone marrow and expresses my deep love for you, you know?
4, the moon, now full of the sea, the end of the world at this time. People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones. Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes. You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams. -From the Tang Dynasty: Zhang Jiuling's "Looking at the Moon and Thinking Far/Looking Back at the Moon"
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: a bright moon rises in the vast sea, and at this time you and I are facing each other at the ends of the earth. All living beings hate the long moonlight and miss their loved ones all night. Put out the candles and cherish the moonlight in the room. I wandered around in my clothes, feeling the cold at night. I can't give you beautiful moonlight, I just hope to meet you in my sleep.
5, ruthlessness is not as sentimental as bitterness, and an inch is still inextricably linked. Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time. -From the Song Dynasty: Yan Shu's "Yulouchun".
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: Where do heartless people know the distress of sentient people? An inch of acacia turns into a thousand strands. No matter how far the horizon is, that day will have an end, but people's sorrow is infinite and endless.
6. The poem about homesickness is 1. In the past, I was gone, and the willows were reluctant; Today, when I thought about it, it was raining-
2. Mourning songs can make you cry, but looking into the distance, you can turn to Angelica, a folk song of HanYueFu.
3. Humayi north wind, crossing the south branch of the Bird's Nest-nineteen ancient Korean poems.
4. But nothing grows without much love-Tang Mengjiao.
Now, approaching my village and meeting people, I dare not ask a question-Tang Song Wen Zhi.
You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! When you passed my window, was the plum blossom Han Mei's flower? -Tang Wang Wei
7. The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is it frosty already? Looking up, I found it was moonlight, and when I sank back again, I suddenly remembered my home-Tang Libai.
8. Where is your hometown? Unless you are drunk, forget it-photo by Song Liqing.
9. Think twice about your relatives during the festive season-Tang Wangwei.
10. I am looking forward to the moon tonight. I wonder who Qiu Si will fall into-Tang Wangjian.
1 1. Everyone gradually feels strange in the local accent, but they hate the warbler sound like the old mountain-the four empty pictures of the Tang Dynasty.
12. Only the lake is reflected in front of the door, and the spring breeze does not change the waves of the past-Tang He Zhang Zhi.
13. Teenagers leave home, old people return, and the local accent remains unchanged. Tang He Zhang Zhi.
14. He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! -Don Du Fu.
15. Don't be sad, be sad, and part-the Warring States Period. Chu. Qu Yuan.
16. The day of parting is far away, but the day of clothing is slow-Korea.
17. Think before you fall-Sui Xue Daoheng.
18. Stay away from hatred like grass in spring. You can go further and live-Li Yu of Southern Tang Dynasty.
19. If you keep cutting, the reason is still chaotic, which means leaving sadness. Especially the general taste is in your heart-Li Yu.
20. It is easier to see when it is difficult than when it is gone. It's heaven and earth-Li Yu.
2 1. It is almost as difficult for friends to meet each other. As for the rising star-Don Du Fu.
22. I advise you to drink a glass of wine, there is no reason to go out and travel to the west-Don Wang Wei.
23. Mochow has no bosom friend in the road ahead, and there is no bosom friend in the world-Don.
24. The Peach Blossom Pond is deeper in thousands of feet than in Wang Lun-Li Bai.
25. We met in the flowers and parted in the flowers. It has been one year in bloom-Don Wei Wu Ying.
26. It took a long time to meet her, and it took a long time to separate. The east wind rises and flowers fall-Don Li Shangyin.
27. Candles have a heart to say goodbye and cry for others until dawn. Don Mutu.
28. If there is no north-south road outside the door, people should avoid sad parting-Don Mutu.
29. A glass of wine for peaches and plums, Yi Deng for ten years-Song and Huang Tingjian.
30. Alone at the bottom of the river, the moonlight is like water. Where are the people who came to see the moon together? The scenery is vaguely like last year's-Don.
3 1. There should be no hate. When will it grow into a circle? -history
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The purple path is green.
Growing emotional context
Childhood with green mountains and green waters
Has been hidden in the yard with gray tiles and stone walls.
Frequent calls
There is still light smoke in the dusk.
The story in that dream
Wake up alone.
Drunk and lonely
So far away from home, the local accent is drifting away. I have been looking for it in my memory.
Last night, I suddenly heard the bamboo flute, the fence was sparse, and I lost it in the green house.
Looking for hometown in June, there are fragrant stars and bamboo seas all over the sky, and bamboo leaves are the writing paper of acacia.
When you screened out the dancing beautiful images for me, did you lick my long-missed forehead? On the way home, sad tears ran through the moss.
In June, you sewed up my aching acacia. Do you want to see me? I feel sorry for you. I'm here for you.
Where is my homesickness?
I don't know how far to go.
Meet you and hold hands.
That clear bend on the river bank.
Where are the songs of childhood?
Floating at the entrance of the village
Under the willow tree in front of the door
Are there any photos of the old people's party now?
Where can butterflies fly over the eyes of passers-by
Is there a happy smile from mom?
In that sparse forest
Is there anyone waiting to hold my hand in my hometown?
It was the June wind and June showers that brought me back to my hometown.
Look south and go back to the south. Gently pursue the hair of roadside grass, look forward to the quiet aftertaste of motherhood, and cut the long-lost dream.
The ice of the years is greener than the old house. The wooden windows of the old house were opened by the sun.
In the distance, the vegetation is sparse, and in the distance, there are large tracts of golden rape fields. As you can see, Yuan Ye is vast. The weather is sunny and warm as a dream.
Childhood memories, unique beauty, disturb my heart. Full of sunshine.
My hometown is a cup of rice wine.
I miss my homesickness.
I don't know how far to go.
Meet you and hold hands.
Hometown or hometown
After walking for so long, I wonder if you have changed?
Now, in these photos,
Is there the most beautiful time in the memory of teenagers?
Please let me drink a cup of sorrow for you.
In the days of wandering.
Let my attachment stay in your heart.
Forever, forever
How many years, when I left home, the wind in the south. A paragraph is higher than my shoulder.
Kindness, yearning, never out of the mountains in the south.
The sound of years, swinging out of the flute hole, dancing in the fingers. Across the wheat fields, across the mulberry fields.
This is pure sound, which travels across the world and falls in my heart like spring rain.
The south is a restless sea, where life flows to mountains and valleys. That's my green south, Tingting's elegant posture.
In the south, I heard it. Festival songs propped up a thick umbrella, and the pursuit of dreams in the scenery broke my thoughts into two petals.
I grew up in the south.
Accustomed to the weather in the south
My hometown is rainy.
Tease my mind
When I think of you
I like to turn myself into a drop of rain
Quietly, bit by bit
Fall into your hair, your palm.
Melt yourself into beautiful spring scenery.
Moisten your heart
Being together or forgetting is just the distance to turn around. Like the rain last night, expressing sadness.
I walked along the route we walked, and the grass grew like a beautiful and crisp poem.
The wind approached quietly, shaking every leaf covered by moonlight with great significance, and printing a sweet kiss on the shy leaves.
Wandering with sadness, picking up the desolation in the poem, the beautiful hometown, and the magical green fog full of love, rippling in my heart.