Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my loved ones twice every festive season. -(Tang) on the mountain holiday thinking of my brothers in shandong by 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, opening its first cold blossom?. -(Tang) Wang Wei's Miscellaneous Poems
The book outside the ridge is broken, and it is in winter and summer. 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's Crossing the Han River
...Night now yields to a sea of sun, and the old year melts in freshets. At last I can send my messengers, wildgeese, homing to Loyang. -(Tang) Wang Wan's "a mooring under north fort hill"
It's only seven days since spring, and it's been two years since I left home. 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's Homecoming
so bright a gleam on the foot of my bed, could there have been a frost already?, lifting myself to look, I found that it was moonlight and sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home. -(Tang) Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night
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.
—— (Tang) Li Bai's "Smelling the Flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night"
When did my family arrive in my dream, how many people returned to Chunsheng River? -(Tang) Lu Lun's "Chang 'an Spring Watch"
Young people leave home and old people return, and the local accent has not changed, and the children are strangers. Where do you come from?
—— (Tang Dynasty) He Zhizhang's
Silent Night Thinking
Tang Li Bai
so bright a gleam on the foot of my bed,
could there have been a frost already?.
lifting myself to look, I found that it was moonlight,
sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home.
it's rainy
Tang Bai Juyi
it's foggy in Kesashige, where the mountains and rivers are deep.
the sound of the beach is more urgent in autumn, and the gorge is cloudy and cloudy.
I look at the clouds and cover my eyes, homesick for raindrops.
what will comfort you? Lai this north window piano.
cold food in the guest
Tang Lizhong
cold food in the second trip, homesick tears wipes.
the music and books are broken in the sky, and the peaches and plums are raining in the spring.
I have no mood when I want to drink, but I like to sing for a reason.
how many people are out of town.
Qiu Si on the riverbank
Tang Du Xunhe
Driving horses along the river, homesickness is born step by step.
raise the whip and wave the willow color, and you will lose the cicada sound.
autumn crops have a long road, and cold clouds are about the ancient city.
when the family is poor and rich, there is no land to return to farming.
seeing friends off on the river to the south
Tang Zhangqiao
Where homesickness accumulates, the world gathers turbulence.
the long shore is late, and the lake is wide and sails in autumn.
buy wine and go to the fishing house, divide the lights and go fishing.
When Xiaoxiang sees a wild goose, she should travel alone.
Homesickness
Tang Buxie
People in the north of Lubei have never returned the letter from Yunnan.
if you don't sweep the flowers in front of the court, who will climb the willows outside the door.
if you sit for a long time and sell silver candles, you will lose your face.
On a moonlit autumn night, Wan Li shines on the mountain.
homesickness in winter
Tang Zhouhe
The wild field began to be strict, and the sky was clear and the color was clear.
the trees are cold, birds are rare, and monks are rare in the mountains.
collect the snow from the window on the back of the day, and open the furnace to release the inkstone ice.
I suddenly returned to my old country, thinking of Xiling alone.
Yunmeng Old Town Looking in Autumn
Tang Rongyu
The legacy of the old country is there, and I want to visit the old city when I am on the scene.
once a person changes, a thousand years of water flows in vain.
The dream bamboo glows in the evening, and the Jingmen tree is in autumn.
a piece of cloud can't be dispersed, and I miss my homesickness from afar.
night work
Tang Gaoshi
The cold lights in the hotel stay up all night, and the guest's heart turns sad.
I miss my hometown for thousands of miles tonight, and I am worried about the Ming Dynasty for another year.
apricot flowers in my hometown
Tang Sikong map
Sending flowers and wine is a joy to open a new flower, and holding a cup on the left.
if you want to ask a cuttlefish and a glass of wine, why are you different?
homesickness outside the river
Tang Wei Zhuang
Every spring, a foreign land is sad, which Du Qu and Oriole can know.
I was even more heartbroken by the sunset on the river bank.
Looking from a distance
Tang Yuanzhen
His eyes are full of sad winter scenery, and there are many mangrove temples on one mountain.
Zhong Xuan is full of homesickness tears, and the water from Zhangshui flows eastward like a jade wave.
Poems about Three Villages
Tanggaoqu
Who doesn't miss the hometown pass between Qian Shan and Wanshan and Xuanche?
If you stay alone, you will be sad, but if you are unfamiliar, you will be afraid of hurting your peaches and plums.
homesickness
Tang Xuetao
Mount Emei is like oil in the water, and pity for me is not in the same boat.
When the sail leaves Jinpu, the sound of singing is flowing. 2. Poems about missing loved ones
should also talk about people who traveled far away. (Meng Jiao's "Wandering Sons")
2, sharpening the knife to pigs and sheep;
I heard from my sister, what is life to me without you?. (Seven Steps Poetry by Cao Zhi)
3; (Zhang Ji's "Qiu Si")
yet if missives in time of peace go wrong, pedestrians are coming and Kaifeng, and spring comes green again to trees and grasses.
I stroke my white hair. It has grown too thin.
where petals have been shed like tears. Boiling beans and burning beans. though a country be sundered, hills and rivers endure, how much brighter the moonlight is at home!.
if you know where your brother climbed from afar, you will want to write a book with great meaning.
Every winter solstice comes in but how much love has the inch-long grass. (Du Fu's remembering my brothers on a moonlight night)
6; Win the sideburns, makes clothes for the body of her wayward boy, and take care of the red makeup.
I miss sitting at home late at night. dreading the delays that will keep him late from home, the beans are crying in the kettle.
he knows that the dews tonight will be frost, what can I hope for during war?. (on the mountain holiday thinking of my brothers in shandong by Wang Wei)
o my brothers, lost and scattered, why are you in such a hurry? to hold the hairpins any more, one message from home is worth a ton of gold. The youngest son took the clothes and asked why it was too late to return.
sister heard that sister came.
carefully she sews and thoroughly she mends, and lonely birds have sung their grief.
I can't talk about fear in a hurry?
*** Who is fighting for time? See the autumn wind in Luoyang.
I was born from the same root, and I was rewarded with three spring rays. I was a guest alone in a foreign land.
after the war-fires of three months. (self-styled as Yi's Homesick at Night on the Winter Solstice in Handan)
9. In autumn, I miss my relatives twice, and I hug my knees in front of the lamp to help my generals. When my parents hear about my daughter, I miss one person all over the place. (Mulan Ci)
4. a wanderer hears drums portending battle. (Du Fu's "Spring Hope")
5. the thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother 1 3. Poems about missing relatives
1. "Jiangchengzi" Song-Su Shi
Original text:
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, and I will never forget it without thinking.
a lonely grave is a thousand miles away, and there is nowhere to talk about it.
even if we meet, we should not know, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are frosty.
At night, I dreamt of returning home suddenly, and I was dressing at the window of Xiao Xuan.
caring for each other is silent, only a thousand lines of tears.
It's expected that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka.
translation: The two died for a lifetime and were separated for ten years. They missed each other but were at a loss and could not meet each other. I don't want to miss myself, but I can't forget it. His wife's lonely grave is thousands of miles away, and there is no place to tell her the sadness in her heart. Even if we meet, we shouldn't know each other, because I'm running around, dusty and frosty.
I suddenly returned to my hometown in a vague dream at night, only to find my wife dressing in front of the mirror at the small window. Two people looked at each other, a thousand words don't know where to start, only relatively silent tears fall thousands of lines. It is supposed that the grave mountain with the bright moon and small pine trees is the place where I miss my wife every year.
2, "Xijiang Moon" Song-Su Shi
Original text:
jade bone's melancholy fog, ice muscle has its own fairy wind.
In the sea, the fragrant bushes are sent to hang upside down.
vegetarian noodles are often too pink, and the red lips do not fade when washing makeup.
high emotions chase away the clouds, and don't dream with pear flowers.
Translation: Jade-clean and ice-clear style is natural. Where can you pay attention to those fogs? It has its own immortal demeanor. From time to time, the immortals of the sea sent to visit the fragrant flowers, and the phoenix decorated with green feathers hung upside down.
its plain face is still afraid of getting dirty when it is painted with lead powder. Even if the makeup color is washed away by rain and snow, it will not fade the red like red lips. Noble sentiment has followed Xiaoyun's sky, so you won't think of having the same dream as pear flower.
3. Four Poems by drinking Alone with the Moon Tang-Li Bai
Original:
from a pot of wine among the flowers, I drank alone. There was no one with me.
till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon, to bring me my shadow and make us three.
alas, the moon was unable to drink, and my shadow tagged me vacantly;.
but still for a while I had these friends, to cheer me through the end of spring.
I sang. The moon encouraged me, I danced. My shadow tumbled after.
have sex when you wake up, and then I was drunk, and we lost one another.
shall goodwill ever be secure?, I watch the long road of the River of Stars.
Put a pot of good wine among the flowers, and drink it alone without knowing each other. Raise a glass to invite the bright moon to drink * * *, and add your own figure to just three people. The moon doesn't know how to drink, and its shadow is behind it in vain.
For the time being, I will accompany you with the shadow of the bright moon, while spring night is enjoying himself. I sing, the moon lingers, and I dance, and the shadow floats before and after. When we are awake, we have fun together, and when we are drunk, we go our separate ways. I hope I can roam freely forever and meet you in the boundless Tianhe River.
4. a night-mooring on the jiande river Tang-Meng Haoran
Original:
while my little boat moves on its mooring of mist, and daylight wanes, old memories begin.
how wide the world was, how close the trees to heaven, and how clear in the water the nearness of the moon!.
When the boat was docked in a smoky little continent, new worries came to the guest's mind at dusk. The wilderness is boundless and the sky is darker than a tree, and the river is clear and the moon is close to people.
5, "looking at the moon and thinking of one far away" Tang-Zhang Jiuling
Original:
the moon, grown full now over the sea, Tianya * * * At this time.
brings to separated hearts, the long thoughtfulness of night.
it is no darker though I blow out my candle, it is no warmer though I put on my coat.
so I leave my message with the moon, and turn to my bed, hoping for dreams.
There is a bright moon rising above the sea, and you and I are far apart to enjoy the moon. Lovers hate the long night and stay up all night thinking of you. The candle lights are extinguished and the moonlight is full of love, and the clothes are covered with dew and wet clothes are hung. I can't give you beautiful silver, so I'd better get into my dream and get together with you. 4. Poems about missing loved ones
1, Missing my father Author: Yuan Aihua Who hasn't climbed over his father's shoulders? His shoulders are always so broad and strong, like the towering Kunlun Mountains. Who hasn't held his father's arms? His arms are always so thick and powerful, like steel bars and iron tongs. His body is always so majestic and handsome, like pines, cypresses and snow. When the sun sets, he can always see his father walking on the ridge with a plow on his shoulder. The field is his hometown. The rice seedlings are his hope one day. Every year, the ups and downs, the hardships and the tiredness are always written on my father's face. The green rice seedlings are his joy. Huang Cancan's rice is his harvest, his children are clever, his wife is virtuous, his neighbors are happy, and when it is difficult to meet each other, I can always see his enthusiastic figure. Filing filial piety to grandparents is always considerate and simple. It is my father's kind quality. Diligence is my father's traditional virtue. It has benefited me a lot. Thanks to my father for his nurturing, my father for sending me to study and work, my father for giving me bone marrow, my mother for giving me flesh and blood, my daughter's everything is given by my parents, and now my father has gone, and all I can do is to remember in my dream. It is the yearning like the tide, the affection that blood is thicker than water, and the eternal concern is only the memory and the long-term missing of my father-my daughter misses you in her dream, deep in her soul! 2. My thoughts are round, Ai Qing. My thoughts are round. The moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival in August is also the brightest and roundest. No matter how high the mountain is and how wide the sea is, you can see it. What will you think of on such a night? My thoughts are round, watermelons and apples are round, the reunion of people is joyful, the separation of flesh and blood is painful, and those who miss their loved ones look at the bright moon in the sky. Who can swallow moon cakes? 3. Homesickness Author: When Yu Guangzhong was a child, homesickness was a small stamp. I was here and my mother was there.
When I grow up, homesickness is a narrow boat ticket, with me at this end and the bride at that end. Later, homesickness was a short grave. I was outside and my mother was inside.
Now, homesickness is a shallow strait. I am here and the mainland is there. 4, when I look at the night sky of the city Author: Su Mei When I look at the night sky of the city, I can't help but feel sad. Sirius is not there, and the bear can't find the direction. The only light I can see is called bright lights. When I look at the night sky of the city, I can't help crying. The stars that blink with me are still in my eyes. In my eyes, it's like lying in a wheat field and looking up at the night sky when I was a child, but at that time, the stars are far away. At this moment, the stars are tears accompanied by the bright lights of the city. When I look at the night sky of the city, I can't help but feel disappointed. Why don't I see the stars? Only the lights of the city shine. I think of the crowded night sky in my hometown. It's just that we were together at that time. When I look at the night sky of the city, I finally found a little star. Who is it? Look at me in a distant place.
5、 Miss forever Author: Peace is a blessing. Time flies through the historical time and space, leaving a miss. It's late autumn and winter, and it's the Cold Food Festival. On October 1st of the lunar calendar, I'm worried about missing. It's a traditional folk custom to burn paper and money, and send food and drink, and cold clothes to my distant ancestors' souls. Everyone knows that sacrificing ancestors' paper and sending cold clothes to their bodies moistens the hearts of thousands of people. It has become the custom of the Chinese nation. Memories and thoughts of children and grandchildren have been passed down from generation to generation.