Poems about Praising Hometown 1. Poems about Praising Hometown
(1) In addition to writing at night [Tang], it's comfortable
The hotel stays up alone with cold lights, so why does the guest's heart turn sad?
I miss my hometown for thousands of miles tonight, and it will be another year in the Ming Dynasty.
(2) Going home [Tang] Du Mu
The youngest son asked by the hand, why is it too late to return? * * * Who fights for time and wins sideburns?
(3) homesickness [song dynasty] Li Gou
people say that the sunset is the end of the world, and you can't see your home if you look at the end of the world.
I hate the separation of Bishan Mountain, which is still covered by dusk clouds.
(4) Letters from Beijing Normal University [Ming] Yuan Kai
The river is 3, miles long and there are 15 lines of letters from home. There is no other word between me, just tell me to return to my hometown as soon as possible.
[5] Watching the mountains with the first master of Haochu to send relatives and friends to Beijing [Tang] Dai Shulun
The sharp mountain on the seashore is like a sword, and Qiu Lai is full of sorrow.
if you want to turn into a hundred billion dollars, you can go to the top of the mountain and look at your hometown.
[6] Wen Yan [Tang] Wei Yingwu
Where is the hometown? It's leisurely to think about it. On the autumn night in Huainan, Gao Zhai heard the geese coming.
⑺ Zashi (Wang Wei)
you who have come from my old country, tell me what has happened there!. Was the plum, when you passed my silken window, is the cold plum blooming?
⑻ inscribed on the wall of an inn north of dayu mountain (Song Zhiwen)
Nanfeiyan on a cloudy moon, here turn back, this very month. The birds do not enter, but I do not travel far from the lingnan, I do not know when, when I can return to the return?
the river is pausing at ebb-tide, and the woods are thick with clinging mist. Tomorrow I climb to the top of the mountain, looking northward to my hometown, or can I see the red plum on the mountain top.
levies bidding a friend farewell at jingmen ferry (Li Bai)
sailing far off from Jingmen Ferry, soon you will be with people in the south. Where the mountains end and the plains begin, and the river winds through wilderness.
the moon is lifted like a mirror, sea-clouds gleam like palaces. And the water has brought you a touch of home, to draw your boat three hundred miles.
⑽ On a moonlit night, Yi Shedi (Du Fu)
In a wanderer hears drums portending battle, the geese are singing in autumn. Dew changes to frost since tonight, how much brighter the moonlight is at home!
o my brothers, lost and scattered, what is life to me without you?. It's often late to send books, what can I hope for during war?.
⑾ Farewell (Folk Song of Sui Dynasty)
The willows are green and the flowers are flying in the sky.
The wicker folding ruler has run out of flowers. May I ask if the pedestrians will return?
[13] Looking at the moon at 15 nights (Wang Jian)
In the atrium, there are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus fragrans in Coody Leng.
I don't know whose house Qiu Si will fall into tonight.
[13] on meeting a messenger to the capital
It's a long way to the east of the old garden, and the dragon bell with double sleeves is crying.
I'll meet you immediately without paper and pen, and I'll report my peace with your message.
14. Show your son (Lu You)
When you die, you know that everything is empty, but you are sad to see Kyushu.
Julian Waghann decided to celebrate the Central Plains Day in the north, and the family sacrifice was never forgotten.
⒂ fisherman's pride (Fan Zhongyan)
The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and the Hengyang geese go unnoticed, and the sound is ringing all around. Thousands of miles away, the long smoke and the sunset are closed.
a glass of turbid wine is home to Wan Li, but Yan ran has not stopped drinking. Qiang Guan is covered with frost. People are sleepless, and the general has white hair and tears.
[13] I cut a plum boat and crossed Wujiang (Jie Jiang)
I'm worried about spring. The boat on the river shakes and the curtain moves upstairs. Qiuniangdu and Tainiangqiao. The wind is fluttering and the rain is drizzling.
when will you go home to wash your guest robes? The silver word is sheng Diao, and the heart word is fragrant. Time is easy to throw people away. Cherry is red and banana is green.
⒄ Tianjingsha Qiu Si (Ma Zhiyuan)
Old trees with withered vines faint crows, small bridges with flowing water, old roads with thin horses with westerly winds.
when the sun sets, heartbroken people are far away.
⒅ the wall in prison (Tan Sitong)
I'm desperate to stop thinking about James Zhang, and I have to wait for Du Gen for a moment.
I smile at the sky from the horizontal knife, and I'm going to save my liver and gallbladder.
⒆ A chapter on feelings (Tan Sitong)
Everything in the world is anxious for spring, and now it's time to cry to the pale ghost.
4 million people shed tears together, where is China in the end of the world?
2. What are the poems about praising hometown
1. he knows that the dews tonight will be frost, how much brighter the moonlight is at home!. -Du Fu's "remembering my brothers on a moonlight night"
Interpretation: Since tonight, it has entered the Millennium solar term, and the moon is still the brightest in my hometown.
2. Only the lake is mirrored in front of the door, and the spring breeze does not change the old waves. -He Zhizhang's Two Homecoming Couples
Interpretation: Only the clear water of Jinghu Lake in front of the door is rippling in circles under the spring breeze, which is exactly the same as it was more than 5 years ago.
3. The spring in Luoyang is good, and the talented people in Luoyang are old in other places. _-Wei Zhuang's "Bodhisattva Man"
Interpretation: In Luoyang City, the spring is beautiful and charming. However, I am a prodigal son, but I can only wander in different places and die of old age.
4. The mountains and rivers of the old country, the mind of the old garden, are like Wang Can climbing the stairs. The most negative he, Qin Huan makeup mirror, good Jiangshan, why travel at this time! -Zhou Mi's
Interpretation: But now I miss my hometown of mountains and rivers like Wang Can's sad feeling of going upstairs. What makes people feel pity is that Qin Wang Mountain is like a beautiful beauty, making makeup and washing the mirror lake. The country is so beautiful, but it is ravaged by others' hands. Why do you revisit the old place at this time?
5. -Nalan Xingde's "Bodhisattva Man asks you what to leave lightly"
Interpretation: The willows in the northland are just like filaments, and the home is past the end of March.
6. The songs of Yan are still flying, and the herd of horses is green. -Li yi's
Interpretation: In the endless songs of majestic geese, the geese flying in the frontier are flying high, and the grazing horses are barking. Spring is coming, and the grass on the ground is turning green.
7. Homesickness is unbearable. Citrus and pomelo, who is willing to value Wang Sun when traveling? -TanYongzhi's Autumn Stay in Xiangjiang River in Rain
Interpretation: homesickness is unbearable, and it is even more lamentable to see orange pomelo. Wandering in a foreign land, such as abandoned people in Shan Ye, is not valued.
8. Wan Li, a dreamer in Hu Die, was in the third night of last month. -Tu "Spring Evening"
Interpretation: I dreamed of my hometown thousands of miles away in my sleep. When I woke up, it was the middle of the night, and the cuckoo was screaming on the branch.
9. As soon as the wind changes, the snow changes, and the dream of breaking the heart of the hometown fails, so there is no such sound in the garden. -Nalan Xingde's
Interpretation: It's already late at night, and it's snowing outside the tent, and the sound of snow and snow makes people unable to sleep. The author is homesick and lonely, and he can't help but feel resentful: why isn't there such a disturbing voice in his hometown?
1. Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family more often during the festive season. -Wang Wei's on the mountain holiday thinking of my brothers in shandong/September 9th Remembering Shandong Brothers
Interpretation: I can't reunite with my family when I am far away from my hometown alone, and I miss my relatives far away every Double Ninth Festival.
3. Poems praising hometown
Nostalgia in poems
1. you who have come from my old country, tell me what has happened there!. Was the plum, when you passed my silken window, is the cold plum blooming? (Wang Wei: "Miscellaneous Poems")
2. When the young leave home, the old man returns, and the local accent has not changed. Where do children come from when they meet strangers? (He Zhizhang:
) 3. Lingwai Yinshu, winter after winter, spring after spring. The more I approached my hometown, the more timid I was, and I dared not inquire about the people who came from the house. (Song Zhiwen: Crossing the Han River)
4. under blue mountains we wound our way, my boat and I, along green water. Until the banks at low tide widened, with no wind stirring my lone sail. ...Night now yields to a sea of sun, Jiang Chunren in the old year. At last I can send my messengers, wildgeese, homing to Loyang. (Wang Wan: a mooring under north fort hill)
5. People are only seven days old in spring and have been away from home for two years. The days of returning home are behind the birds returning to the earth, but the idea of going home is there before the spring flowers are open. (Xue Daoheng: "People miss home every day")
6. so bright a gleam on the foot of my bed, could there have been a frost already?. I raise my head to gaze at the moon, Lowering my head, my nostalgia comes around. (Li Bai: "Thinking of a Quiet Night")
7. The sound of Yu Di's dark flying scattered into the spring breeze in Los Angeles. In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to feel homesick. (Li Bai: "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night")
8. It has been ten frosts in the guest house and Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night. For no reason, I crossed the mulberry dry water, but I hope that Bing is my hometown. (Liu Zao: Journey to the North)
9. a wanderer hears drums portending battle, a wild goose sounds in the autumn
. Dew changes to frost since tonight, how much brighter the moonlight is at home! All the brothers were scattered, and no family could inquire about life and death. Letters to Luoyang city often cannot be sent to, and the war is often not stopped. (Du Fu: "remembering my brothers on a moonlight night")
4. Poems praising my hometown
The years in North Taoyuan are cold, and my hometown is idle.
in the cold night, this yearning goes to the forest and farmland. Holding corn stalks, playing hide and seek, playing stubborn children.
the north wind blows, and the snowflakes float, making you happy. At the foot of Langya Mountain is my hometown and my cradle.
Shili Golden Beach, Shili Peach Blossom Garden. Wind and rain, how many years? The hardest thing to forget, in summer vacation: catching cicadas in the shade of trees.
in the pond: playing with each other and picking water lilies. By the sea: face the stormy waves, sail and swing fishing boats.
in the fishing song: at night, don't think about returning. How much hope in the dream? Looking at my hometown, I feel affectionate.
the scenery in my hometown is good and the water in my hometown is sweet. When is the triumph? 3. In the small mountain village of Yangqiling, chickens and dogs hear each other.
get dressed and drive to Chai Men. Welcome guests and invite old friends.
in the fragrance of flowers and birds singing, you can enjoy the spring breeze and have a good time. Singing ancient poems, singing ancient instruments and playing stringed instruments.
sit by the window and enjoy the whole area, blue sky and white clouds. The mountain stream is clear and flowing, and the pine forest is on the slope.
far and near, there are sheep. Although in the afternoon, there is no meritorious military service.
at the foot of shushan, be a civilian. A game of chess, a cup of tea, on ancient and modern times, said the emperor Qin.
with singing, you don't worry about the Tao or poverty. How much affection? How much hate? Don't keep it.
the world is colorful, so why bother to pursue it? China has beautiful mountains and waters, where is it not fascinating? This feeling is the most pure. 4. A little cold light comes from the broken study.
how many years? Never forget that hometown, that village. No matter when, to the old days, to the barren land.
stay with me forever: write about Kyushu and write about Sifang. One night, I once wrote a river of poems and lyrics.
The spirit is soaring, and the exquisiteness is unparalleled in the world. How many medals are still treasured.
Today, the guest under the lamp has been neglected and disappeared, young lang. A pot of wine, drunk on the road.
the most desolate, alone, telling the sky. May our generation be more brilliant tomorrow.
Looking at the sky, look at the lofty sentiments: still unrestrained. Where the iron pen is waved, the wind and waves are raging, and every sentence is sung.
9. Four Poems of Spring in Qinyuan 1. The cloud picture of the distant cave is clear, the grass is green, the river is curved and the path is long. Birds fly by under the blue sky and white clouds.
the summer color is not strong, and the rice and wheat are yellow. In the faint wind, there are bursts of songs, and several reading men are walking.
In the field, the sunset glow is sent away and the sunrise is ushered in. Nostalgia for a small school taught me to sail from now on.
although the ends of the earth, this feeling is unforgettable. Despite all the disasters, I am still crazy.
Raise the sails, ride the wind and waves, and then nurture the pillars for all generations. On the journey, it is in full swing and radiant.
2. The picture of the first snow on the river shows that the cold wind is drizzling, the rain and snow are raining, and the night is long. Alone under the blue wall, alone at the desk.
the tears are rippling, and the sadness is faint. A piece of paper is hard to sue, and it has been scattered for many years. The cuckoo is calling outside the window.
awakened, my hometown dream, my missing. Stroll through the fisherman's yard and ask when the bright moon will come with you. Since there is love, why not? Tears flow, how many poems are there? Ear came, waves burst, who is the river sobbing for? How much has been scoured out in the waves? A hero.
3. A glass of Gu Song Lou Yue Tu turbid wine, a song by Long song, Mid-Autumn Festival. When the clouds break the moon, the residual flowers make shadows, which is relatively silent and autumn.
all kinds of difficulties, gone with the wind, why do you have to be like fire when you face the sky? The song is not finished, sighing that the river flows east, and the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. The past is gone, how many all-powerful guests are there? Who can tell the right and wrong? A few degrees in spring and autumn, how much hate.
Walking through the green hills, the scenery remains the same, and then looking for Li Bo in Matsushita, no one is there, leaving only an old song. 4. Danxia's visit to Pang Luohua is intentional, and the water is ruthless and the years are long.
I hate the size of the world, and the crowds are like the sea. No one is with me in the same boat through thick and thin. It's a long story. Learn to be a singer and ask the seagulls to heaven.
why? Teenagers have become, old men with white hair? Raise a glass to get drunk, but it's hard to raise a glass of hate and shame. Although the iceberg is deep, the volcano runs.
but the world says: a barren hill. Wind, frost, rain and snow, silent for thousands of years, I don't know when to roar? Under heaven, for the common people, drive away the cold autumn.
Reference: "Three Hundred Poems", author: Bai Yu's years are cold, and his hometown is in the slack. In the cold night, this yearning goes to the Woods and farmland.
holding corn stalks, playing hide and seek, playing stubborn children. The north wind blows, the snow floats, and the music is leisurely.
at the foot of Langya Mountain, it is my hometown and my cradle. Shili Golden Beach, Shili Peach Garden.
with wind and rain, how many years? The hardest thing to forget, in summer vacation: catching cicadas in the shade of trees. In the pond: play with each other and pick the lotus.
by the sea: face the stormy waves, sail and swing fishing boats. In the fishing song: at night, don't think about it.
how much hope do you have in your dreams? Looking at my hometown, I feel affectionate. The scenery in my hometown is good, and the water in my hometown is sweet.
when is the triumph?
Reference:/Jiaonan Jade Peony Painting Academy.
5. 1 poems praising hometown
1. Hometown Modern: Mr. Wen Yiduo, sir, where are you going? You are in such a hurry, what can you do? I want to see if my hometown is still there; I'm leaving. I'm going back to Wangtian Lake.
I'm going to visit whether there are any Bai Bo in the middle of the lake, green waves in the paddy fields, and sparrows playing martial arts on the branches of water bamboo. Sir, sir, the world is so novel. If you don't roam here, where do you want to go? I want to visit my hometown, I have my worries; I want to see the crake hatching eggs in the seedling forest, the pigeon's feet printed on the mud, the white clouds on the mountain changing several times a minute, and the swallow flying to the family hall to report the good news. Sir, sir, I advise you not to go home; Only the life of traveling far away is free in the world.
A wanderer's heart is a remnant monument eroded by wind and frost, and the handwriting of his hometown is already on the monument. Oh, I want to go home, I want to go home quickly, I want to listen to the water wheel outside the door all day long, and then I want to put the music of my hometown into my heart. Sir, sir, why are you going home? There is plenty of splendor and wisdom in the world.
You don't know that there is a lovely lake in my hometown. Half of the blue sky is always immersed in the lake all the year round. There are rabbits looking for food at dusk on the shore of the lake, and dogs who don't chase after rabbits. I want to see if there is such a thing now. Sir, sir, I can't understand you more and more. Why on earth do you want to go home? I want to see how many thorns still grow in the water chestnut in my hometown. I want to see how many filaments there are in a lotus root. I want to see if my hometown knows me. I want to see how many new stone tablets have been added to the grave hill. There are still flowering bamboos in my backyard.