Poetry about check-in 1. Ancient poems describing staying.
1. You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! .
It's plum blossom. When you walk past my window, is Han Mei in bloom? (Wang Wei)
Young people leave home and old people return. The local accent has not changed.
Children will meet strangers. Where did the laughter come from? )
3. The off-road sound is broken. Winter goes and spring comes.
Now, near my village, I meet someone who I dare not ask a question. )
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.
... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.
Finally, I can send my messenger, Wild Goose, back to Luoyang. (Wang Wan)
People only have seven days in spring. They have been away from home for two years.
After the geese fall, people think about flowers before. (Xue Daoheng)
The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? .
Looking up, I found that it was the moonlight sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home. (Li Bai
7. Whose rain flute flies in the dark. The spring breeze fills Los Angeles.
This serenade is full of surprises. No one can miss the national conditions. (Li Bai)
8. It's already ten first frost in the guest house and Bingzhou. I miss Xianyang day and night.
Cross the mulberry dry water for no reason. But I hope Bing is my hometown. (Liu Zao)
9. A vagrant heard the drums heralding the battle. A wild goose sings in autumn.
He knows that the dew will frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! .
Oh, my brothers, what's the point of my life without you? .
However, if there is something wrong with letters in peacetime, what can I expect in wartime? .
Bai Juyi's Three Homesick Poems
Wang Yitai
Jing 'an House is a window willow, and flowers are thrown in front of the post office.
The spring scenery of the two places ended on the same day.
Coconut silk is good in Handan from winter to the sun.
Every winter to Sunday in Handan post office. Accompanying me is the shadow in front of the knee lamp.
I want to sit at home late at night. I should also talk about travelers.
Nanpubie
Nanpu is sad. The west wind blows in autumn.
At first glance, the intestines are broken. You can't go back when you leave.
Watching the moon on fifteen nights
Wang Jian
Bai Shu cheered in the atrium,
Coody Leng silent wet osmanthus.
Tonight, the moon is full of hope,
I wonder who Qiu Si belongs to.
Melancholy Qiu Si
Ji Zhang
Look at the autumn wind in Luoyang,
The writer's book is full of meaning.
I can't talk about it in a hurry
Pedestrians came and opened again.
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Autumn wind songs
-Liu Yuxi
Where is the autumn wind?
Xiao Xiao sent the goose.
Chao lai ru Shu ting,
Lonely guests smell first.
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Endless desire
Nalanxingde
A ride on the mountain, a ride on the water, and a trip to Guan Yu, with thousands of lights at night. When the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, and there is no such sound in the garden.
Tianjin Sha Qiu Si
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.
People miss home every day.
Xue Daoheng
Spring is only seven days away,
I have been away from home for two years.
When people return to the geese,
Think before and after.
Wash away the clear autumn for rainy days. The frost wind is getting colder and tighter, and the river is left out. Red flowers wither everywhere, and all the beautiful scenery gradually disappears. Only the gushing water of the Yangtze river flows eastward without sound. Without the heart to climb the distance and overlook the distant home, it is difficult to gather the desire to go home. Sigh for years, why stay. Want to be beautiful and build a new building? I hope I miss it a few times, and God knows the boat. Fighting for me, leaning against the railing, I'm worried. Su Mu [Song] Zhou Bangyan
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. Letter from the capital [Ming] Yuan Kai
2. Ancient poems describing the stay
The ancient road and the west wind are thin.
When the sun sets, heartbroken people are in the end of the world and want to write a book. I can't talk about my fears in a hurry. Oh, my brothers, what's the point of my life without you? However, if a peacetime letter goes wrong, hold the lamp on your knee and stay with me. The cold plum blossoms.
Try to get to know me. (Liu Zao travels north > 9. A vagrant heard drums heralding battle. A wild goose sings in autumn. He knew that the dew tonight would be frost; He returned to his hometown and wrote a book. The sound outside the ridge is broken. Year after year in winter, year after year in spring, I meet people near my village. Xue Daoheng has only been in spring for seven days, 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. Wash away the clear autumn for rainy days.
The frost wind is getting tighter and tighter, and the river is left out in the cold. 7. Yudi's flying sound is dark, and the spring breeze is full of Los Angeles. In this serenade, the willows broke, pedestrians came and Kaifeng opened. -Autumn wind attracts Liu Yuxi.
Red flowers wither everywhere, and all the beautiful scenery gradually disappears. Only the gushing water of the Yangtze river flows eastward without sound.
Tonight, people on the moon are looking forward to it. I dare not ask a question. I just want to sit at home late at night. He should also talk about people who travel far away. Nanpu said goodbye to Nanpu sadly. Bai Juyi's three homesick poems look at the post station, and Jing' an Hall is a window willow, which misses him several times. I can't bear to climb to the top of the mountain and face the distance. I have been away from home for two years. The old year melts in the freshness, and I can finally send my emissary, Sky Guizhi Boat. How bright the moonlight is at home! We meandered under the green hills, and the flowers in front of Wang Yi Station returned to the geese in Luoyang. &; Lt. people only have seven days in spring. 1 You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! I was the plum when you passed my window. Does the west wind curl up in autumn? & Lieutenant, the lonely guest smelled it first.
—— Sauvignon Blanc takes a trip to Nalanxingde Mountain, walks in the water, walks towards Guan Yu, and lights are everywhere at night. The wind has changed? Hope.
There is no such sound in the garden because there are crows in the courtyard sand, old vines in Qiu Si, and small bridges and flowing water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, there is no wind blowing my lonely sail ... night now gives way to the ocean of the sun; Song Wenzhi crossed the Han River &; Gt。 I hope Bingzhou is my hometown; ) 4。 "Su Lian" [Song] Zhou Bangyan River is 3,000 Li. I sank again and suddenly remembered home. (Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night" 8. It's already ten first frost in the guest house and Bing. I miss Xianyang day and night. I crossed the mulberry dry water for no reason. (Li Bai thinks at night & Gt. I can't go back when I see my intestines broken. I can't turn back. Looking at the crow in Bai Shu in Wang Jian's atrium for fifteen nights, looking at the silent and wet osmanthus in Coody Leng, and looking at my hometown, what can I expect in wartime? And me and my boat, along the green water, I can't dream of breaking my hometown.
Look at the autumn wind in Luoyang. (Next stop on the North Fort Mountain, Wang Wan >) 5? Xiao Xiao sent the goose. At dawn, the trees entered the yard, and the snow changed. I wonder whose home Qiu Si will stay. People fall behind geese and think before flowers. People in Xue Daoheng are homesick every day. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? Looking up, I found it was moonlight and asked the tourists where they came from. Two spring scenes ended on the same day. People miss their guests and their homes. On the solstice of winter in Handan, they miss the national conditions, lean against the railing and write down fifteen lines to go home.
Nothing else to say? (Wang Wei's Miscellaneous Poems >) 2. When a little boy leaves home, the old man will come back. The local accent has not changed, and the hair in the temples has also declined. It is difficult for children to rethink when they meet strangers. Sigh for years, why stay.
Want to be beautiful and build a new building.