Poems about the hometown 1. Poems of missing hometown
Homesick:
be homesick
Thoughts in the dead of night
Tang Libai
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly,
Is there frost already? .
Looking up, I found it was moonlight.
I sank again and suddenly remembered home.
cloudy and drizzly for days on end
Tang Bai Juyi
It's foggy in Kesash, and the mountains and rivers are deep here.
In autumn, the sound of the beach is more urgent and the canyon is overcast.
Watching clouds cover your eyes, homesick for raindrops.
How will you comfort your loneliness? Thanks to this north window piano.
Kezhong cold food
Tang Lizhong
Cold food after a trip, homesickness and tears.
The sound book is broken in the sky, and the peach and plum spring rain.
Not in the mood to drink, but there is reason to sing.
How many people lost outside his suburbs and went out for an outing.
River bank in autumn
Don Du Xunhe
Driving along the river, homesick step by step.
Raise the whip and wave the willow color, and then lose the cicada sound.
Long road of autumn crops, about the ancient city of Leng Yun.
The family is poor and rich, and there is no land to return to farming.
Send friends to the river in the south.
Don Zhang Qiao
Where homesickness accumulates, there is world turmoil.
The shore is long and the group is late, and the lake is wide and sails in autumn.
Buy wine over fishermen, divide the lights and fish the boat.
When Xiaoxiang sees a goose, it is advisable to travel alone.
Homesick work
Tang buxie
People in northern Luzhou are definitely lost, but the letter from Yunnan has never been answered.
If you don't sweep the flowers in front of the court, you will climb the willow outside the door.
Selling silver candles after sitting for a long time will lose face.
Hanging in the autumn night, Wan Li shines on the mountains.
Nostalgia in winter
Tangzhouhe
The wilderness began to be strict and the sky was clear and cloudless.
Trees are cold and birds are rare, and monks are rare in the mountains.
Collect the snow on the back window of the sun and open the furnace to release the inkstone ice.
I suddenly returned to my old country and wanted to live in Xiling.
Yunmeng Ancient Town in Wang Qiu
Tang rongyu
The ruins of the old country are there, so I want to travel to the old place when I board the ship.
Once people change, thousands of years of water will flow in vain.
Dream Zhu Hongsheng night, Jingmen tree color autumn.
When the clouds don't disperse, I look at my homesickness.
Work at night
Don
The cold light in the hotel stayed alone and didn't sleep, and the guest turned sad.
Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts, and the Ming Dynasty is worried for another year.
Gu Xiang xing Hua
Donskontu
Send flowers and wine to celebrate the new opening, with flowers on the left and cups on the right.
Ask a cuttlefish and a glass of wine. How can an old friend be different?
Homesickness outside the river
Tangweizhuang
I am always outside. Every spring, I am alone in the country, sitting under a tree and drinking. The trees on the tree should also know my homesickness.
Seeing the setting sun on the river bank, it seems that my heart has been torn into pieces of willow leaves.
Look into the distance
Don
There are many mangrove temples on a mountain with sad winter scenery.
Zhong Xuan is full of homesick tears, and Zhang Shuidong flows like jade waves.
He Sanxiang's poems
Tanggaoqu
North and South Qian Shan, Wanshan, Che Xuan who don't want home.
Being alone will make you sad, for fear of hurting peaches and plums.
homesickness
Don
Mount Emei is like oil in water, but the heart is not tied to a boat.
When the sails leave Gimpo, the songs will flow in unison.
2. Poetry about caring for children
The prodigal son will not feel cold when his loving mother is in front of him.
When I am in the dark, I am afraid that I will cry more.
The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried bitterly, and her shirt sleeves were torn.
A loving mother loves her son and asks nothing in return.
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.
My father is amiable and teaches and educates people.
What a lovely lock in the bright mirror in the high room, although the silky black turns into snow in the morning and at night.
My mother is one hundred years old and often reads eighty children.
Before he left, the cold clothes were sewn with needles, and the ink on the family letters was new.
The mother said that the child was lying dry and the mother was asleep and wet.
The mother's bitter son has not seen it yet, and the child's mother is uneasy.
When the mother instrument hangs down, it is bright and the night platform is silent.
People see men and women as good, but they don't know that Luo women make people old.
3. Acacia poems
Picked and picked, half a day less than a small basket. Well, I'm pregnant, so I went somewhere else.
When climbing the high Rocky Mountain, the horse's feet were down. Let's pour a golden pot of wine first to comfort me.
Climbing up the high mountain ridge, the horse's legs are already soft and confused. Fill my glass and keep me away from my inner sadness.
Climbing up the rock with difficulty, the horse fell to one side wearily, and the servants were exhausted, but they were sad and worried!
I am so sad to leave home!
After washing, I boarded the river pavilion alone and leaned against the bar to stare at the river. After all, Qian Fan is not here, and the oblique light is full of water, and Bai Pingzhou is heartbroken!
Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju.
The world is thin, human feelings are evil, and it is easy to fall when the rain is sent late. The breeze is dry and the tears are residual. If you have to worry, just say it alone. Difficult, difficult, difficult!
People become different, today is not yesterday, and sick souls are often thousands of miles away. The horn sounded cold and the night was hazy. Afraid of being asked questions, swallow your tears and pretend to be happy. Hide, hide, hide!
4. Missing poems
Song Lizhiyi I live at the source of the Yangtze River and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day and drink the Yangtze River water.
When will the water stop? When did this hatred ever happen? I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning. The stars were bright last night, but there was a cool breeze at midnight. Our banquet is on the side of Hualou Temple and the east of the county.
Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same. Guessing and intrigue, wine warms the heart; This group of people came to the bet of drinking friends, and a win-lose red in candlelight.
Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind. (1) Baijuyi Bianshui Stream, Bianshui Stream and Sishui Stream of Sauvignon Blanc are heading for Guazhou Gudutou.
Wu Shan is a little sad. Think long and hate long, until it's time to pay back.
Yueming people lean on the building. (2) Li Yu, a heavy mountain in Sauvignon Blanc, has two mountains, the mountains are far away, the weather is misty and cold, and the acacia leaves are Dan.
Flowers bloom, flowers are not complete, geese fly high, but they don't come back. (3) Cui Hao "Tell me, where do you live?" ? Near here, next to the fishing pond? ".
Let's catch our boat together and see if we belong to the same town ... My home is near Jiujiang, often near Jiujiang.
You and me, we were both born in Chang Gan, you and me! It's a pity that we have never met. "(4) Only when the heart is silent can the heart be unified.
Thinking is not angry, reading this is like a dream. (Tibetan head) dare not be passive, which makes the back not heartless.
After thousands of years of thinking, Tian Weng smiled and read. (No) (5) What do I want? Hold your hand.
Enjoy the moon and read the red chamber. The yard is full of plants, Yiyi Willow.
It's getting better and softer every year. What do I want? Let's grow old together.
Live together, without complaint. Castle peak is faint, flowing water is long.
Return to the soil after death and bury the barren hills. (6) Before and after the flowers, I can't leave my sorrow.
A few days later, the Red Chamber reached the ends of the earth. (7) Dip in a gourd ladle under the falling moon, and the cliff wind blows tears, so I have no time to miss you. Pour a cup of music in the rain, don't worry about it, love and hate are endless in my heart, but candlelight can't burn out that weak memory. How does love divide heaven and earth? How do you want to plant a perfect fence outside the window? The sunset wind was still blowing when you left. Who cares who wants to draw flawless ink? How to write? Do you still have the years I sent you? (8) There was a poet who recorded our innocence.
On the way, he met a hunter. He told the poet, "Today I caught a wild goose and killed it.
Another one broke free from the net, but kept moaning and refused to leave, and finally jumped to the ground and died. "The poet bought a wild goose, buried it in the upper reaches of the river, and set up a stone as a mark, calling it' Qiu Yan'.
The poet was filled with emotion and wrote his swan song: What is the world and love? Teach me to live and die together. Flying in all directions, the old wings have been hot and cold several times.
Have fun, leave the bitterness, and there will be more children in school. You should have a sentence, Wan Liyun, Qian Shan Dusk, who is the only shadow? (9) Can Philip Burkart people read travel notes when the sun sets over the cliff? I can't find my way home, and how to get back to my heart is always thousands of miles apart. Homesickness: There is nothing you can do but shed tears. Who can you ask? Zhu in white (10), the moonlight is cool, the temples are frosty, Yan knows whether Jun will be disabled or not, and the book is even worse. Goose is still thin, homesick and like old times (1 1). The yard is cool, and I feel thin when I come late.
If you don't act alone, you will be rewarded in vain. Xiao Si pity you, don't be sad.
The west wind is evil, the setting sun blows the horn, and a burst of Sophora japonica falls. (12) Lotus leaves are three and a half candles, apricot flowers are wet and light, and sending red beans is boring. Spring has seen strong wine, and I am confident to return home. (13) Untitled Li Shangyin's star last night, the wind last night, is in the west of the studio and east of the cinnamon room.
Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same. Guessing and intrigue, wine warms the heart; This group of people came to the bet of drinking friends, and a win-lose red in candlelight.
Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind. (14) Tang Wan's "Hairpin Phoenix" has a thin world and poor human feelings, and it is easy to fall in the rainy evening.
The breeze is dry, the tears are gone, and I want to worry about it. Difficult, difficult, difficult! People become different, today is not yesterday, and sick souls are often thousands of miles away.
The bugle sounded cold, the night was dim, people were afraid to ask questions, and tears pretended to be happy. Hide, hide, hide! (15) Lu You's "Hairpin Phoenix" has red crisp hands, yellow wine and spring willows in the city.
Dong Feng Xie, who is in a bad mood, has been very depressed in recent years. No, no, no! Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad.
Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold books. Mo, Mo, Mo! (16) Ten years of life and death are two boundless days. If you don't think about it, you will never forget it.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears
It is estimated that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka. -Su Shi's > (17) Liu Yong's Yulin Ling is chilling, Changting is late, and the spell begins.
Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.
Thinking of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog. Since ancient times, feelings have hurt and left, and the autumn season is even more worthy of being left out! Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon.
This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. There are many kinds of customs, who are you talking to? Wang Wei of Acacia when those red berries come in spring, they blush on your southern branches.
I suggest you collect more as a symbol of our love. Words to describe missing: anxious to return looks forward to the autumn water dream, leaves fall to the roots, trees look for fish, home is hard to leave, leaves fall to the roots, homesickness, local accent is hard to change, old friends meet, leave home and lie awake.
5. Poems about treasures
You have a wizard, and I am not poor. -(Qing) Zheng Banqiao
Know yourself in the sea, and heaven is still our neighbor. —— (Tang)
We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? . -(Tang) Bai Juyi
Mochow has a vast road ahead, and everyone knows you. -(Tang) Gao Shi
There are no happy friends and no happy friends in the world. -(Qing) Pu Songling
Know each other, know each other, know each other, know each other. -(Spring and Autumn Period) Mencius
A friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, but a friendship between villains is as bitter as cucumber.
-(Warring States) Zhuangzi
If you live with the lame, you will learn to limp. -(Western Jin Dynasty) Fu Xuan
Life is a matter of life, so why use gold and money? -(Tang) Li Bai
Make friends and keep your word. -(Spring and Autumn) Midsummer
Never forget the friendship between cloth and clothes. -(Tang) li yanshou
Gentlemen and gentlemen take Tao as their friends, and villains and villains take fun as their friends. —— (Song) Ouyang Xiu
Life is about getting to know each other. -(Song) Wang Anshi
The enemy should reconcile, not reconcile, and turn around. -(Ming) Feng Menglong
Heroes in adversity. -(Qing) Wei Xi
Two thousand gold is easy to get, but a bosom friend is hard to find. -(Qing) Cao Xueqin
For my heart, for your heart, we will know each other and remember each other deeply. -(Song) Gu Xia
Zhong Ziqi died, and Boya never played the piano again. Han Shu
The mountains and rivers are not heavy enough. It is important to know yourself. -Bao Rong
Be a gentleman and a hero in the world.
Shu Shu and Liu Ba in Romance of the Three Kingdoms.
A gentleman does not slander when he makes it, and he does not blaspheme when he makes it. -Zhouyi
If you know that all the seas are brothers, where can you meet an old friend? -Chen
Friends, those honest people. -(Song) Zhu
Clothes are not as good as new ones, and people are not as good as old ones. -Han Yuefu
6. It is difficult to leave home.
Version 1:
Title: "My hometown is hard to leave"
Lyrics: Yue
Composer: Aru Khan
Singing: Yunlong
Arranged by Feng Dan
Downmixing: Zhou Xiaoming
Lyrics:
Goose always flock,
Fallen leaves always return to their roots.
Seeing your face,
I can hear your voice clearly
You were expecting me in the village,
When I return to your arms.
I am your leaf,
You are my root.
Whenever,
You take my footprints.
Hometown is hard to leave,
Ah, my hometown is my dearest.
No matter where I am,
My hometown holds my heart.
Kites are always flying,
The water is high and the clouds are light.
Without your arm,
Reluctant to part with your gentleness.
You wait for me at the entrance to the village,
When I return to your arms.
I am your leaf,
You are my root.
Whenever,
You take my footprints.
Hometown is hard to leave,
Ah, my hometown is my dearest.
No matter where I am,
My hometown holds my heart.
I am your leaf,
You are my root.
Whenever,
You take my footprints.
Hometown is hard to leave,
Ah, my hometown is my dearest.
No matter where I am,
My hometown holds my heart.
Everything is under your control.
Audition: /song/34 138392
Version 2:
Title: "My hometown is hard to leave"
Singer: Fan Linlin
Album: Wish
Lyrics: Zhang Li
Composer: Wen Zhongjia
Song duration: 4 minutes and 27 seconds
Lyrics:
It is difficult to leave one's own country.
In my hometown, I have a birthmark.
It is difficult to leave one's own country.
I don't want to move a step.
There was a kiln where I used to live.
There is mud that I am used to.
There is a mill that I am used to shaking.
There are millet watered by me.
My home is there.
My roots are there.
I'm confused.
My mind is also in that tick.
My home is there.
My roots are there.
I'm confused.
My mind is also in that tick.
It is difficult to leave one's own country.
There is a diary written in my native land.
It is difficult to leave one's own country.
Childhood fun hidden in my hometown.
There is a river where I am used to swimming.
There are fish that I like to touch.
There are wild jujubes that I like to eat.
I like to sing some small songs.
My heart is there.
My dream is there.
I am very smart
Hope is there, too
My heart is there.
My dream is there.
I am very smart
Hope is there, too
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