2. Poems about going home during the Spring Festival
The poem 1 Poetry about going home for the New Year is not modern, but ancient.
The first day of the lunar month
[Song] Wang Anshi
The roar of firecrackers, the old year has passed; The warm spring breeze ushered in the New Year, and people happily drank the newly brewed Tu Su wine. The rising sun sheds light on doors of each household, New peachwood charm is put up to replace the old.
Zuitao Yuan Yuanri
[Song] Wu Wenying
Even Ma Jing was silent. Neighbors are still afraid of being surprised. The sun shines, the morning light shines and the spring is bright. It was cold and sad at dusk. New year's dream, love last year. Half asleep at night. The spring breeze is impermanent, and the plum blossoms are fragrant. Break the long and short pavilions.
Guizhou laye
Rong Yu
On New Year's Eve, I stayed up till midnight, and it was a long way to return to Xiu Yuan. The snow is whispering to the bamboo forest, and the dream has returned to the house. The horn of dawn replaces the leaky sound of night style, and the light will burn out the broken core flowers. In the past two years, I have left home with Biao Qi, and my hard-working Sui mother is still stuck in the world.
Night's longing
Liu Yuxi
If Mi Nian is not proud, what about Chinese New Year? Many travelers miss the past. Take leisure as your own comfort, and you will waste your life. Spring scenery is ruthless and I have seen it in seclusion.
stay up late or all night on New Year's Eve
[Song] Su Shi
If you want to know how old you are, there are snakes going to the valley. The scale is half, who will cover it? The situation wants to tie its tail, although it is diligent and helpless. The child was forced not to sleep and was very happy at night. If you don't sing the morning chicken, you are more afraid of causing trouble. After sitting for a long time, the lights went down and I looked at the Big Dipper. It will be gone next year, and my worries will be in vain. Try to do it tonight, and the teenager can still boast.
Except Chang 'an Hotel at night.
[Tang] Ouyang Zhan
Ten books are still asleep, as time flies. Looking forward to your family's birthday is a long-term hatred. Deficiency and cold spread, and solitary light shines. Who will ask the poor to cry more?
2. Wang Anshi's poem about wanting to go home for the New Year.
Dry jujitsu Wang Anshi
The roar of firecrackers, the old year has passed; The warm spring breeze ushered in the New Year, and people happily drank the newly brewed Tu Su wine.
The rising sun sheds light on doors of each household, New peachwood charm is put up to replace the old.
Wang Anshi, alias, Mid-levels, Jiang You of Han nationality. China is an outstanding politician, writer, thinker and reformer in history, one of the eight masters in Tang and Song Dynasties, and the leader of the new party. When Song Shenzong was in power, Wang Anshi was the prime minister and initiated reforms, which was called "Wang Anshi's political reform" in history. This is a famous political reform in the history of China. During Wang Anshi's political reform, the Song Dynasty was at its peak, and the Xihe River advanced with great strides and expanded thousands of miles, which was unprecedented since the founding of the People's Republic of China a hundred years ago. He has made outstanding achievements in literature, including Collected Works of Mr. Linchuan, Collected Works of Wang Linchuan and Collected Works of Linchuan. He also wrote the well-known January Day. His poems are good at reasoning and rhetoric, and their contents can also reflect social reality. Although there are not many words, the style is lofty and bold, and the feelings are profound and unique. There are Linchuan episodes.
3. Poems about going home
Nostalgia in poetry 1. You come from my old country.
Tell me what happened there! . When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? (Wang Wei's Miscellaneous Poems) 2. Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed.
Where do children come from when they meet strangers? "He zhang's" hometown couplet ") 3. The spine of the book is broken, winter returns to winter and spring returns to spring. The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home.
Song Wenzhi "Crossing the Han River") 4. 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. I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang.
(Wang Wan's "The Next Berth on Beibao Mountain") 5. It's only seven days in spring and 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.
(Xue Daoheng's Home) 6. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
(Li Bai's Silent Night Thinking) 7. The sound of Yudi's flight was dark, and the spring breeze filled Los Angeles. In this nocturne, everyone can't remember the national conditions.
(Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night") 8. It has been ten frosts in Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night. For no reason, I crossed the mulberry river, but I hope that Bing is my hometown.
(Liu Zao's Journey to the North) 9. Wanderers listen to drums and autumn geese sing. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.
Bai Juyi's three homesick poems look at Jing 'an Hall as a window willow and flowers in front of the station. Two beautiful springs, on the same day; At this time, family members miss their relatives outside, and people outside miss their families.
I miss my hometown from winter to day and night in Handan post office every winter to Sunday, and I always have a kneepad lamp with me. If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers.
Nanpu bid farewell to Nanpu, and the west wind curled up in autumn. Turn back immediately, my heart is broken, so I can leave and don't look back.
4. What are the poems that can't go home during the New Year?
First, "send your siblings in addition to the night"
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
If you have feelings, you miss your sister-in-law. If you have life, you worry.
Wan Li was alone for many years.
The sick face is not an old face, so I forced a new face after thinking about it.
We will meet again sooner or later, and we will grow up separately.
Second, "In addition to the night Chang 'an Guest House"
Tang Dynasty: Du Ouyang Zhan
Ten books are still sleeping, wait for the old edition to move.
Looking forward to your family's birthday is a long-term hatred.
Deficiency and cold spread, and solitary light shines.
Who will ask the poor to cry more?
Third, "night shift"
Tang dynasty: Gao Shi
The cold light in the hotel stayed alone and didn't sleep, and the guest turned sad.
My hometown is a thousand miles away tonight, and Frost Temple has another year's power.
Fourth, "Taiyuan is very cold except at night"
Ming Dynasty: Yu Qian
Send a message to the world, travel light.
The spring breeze is not far away, just to the east of the house.
5. Poetry about going home for the New Year
Wanderers go home for the New Year. When I tore off the last page of the calendar with trembling hands, my unsuspecting heart suddenly broke, like fallen leaves caught in endless ice holes in winter. An unguarded miss began to fall in the drizzle. A cracked river bed in my hometown has grown out of my short-sleeved mouth. It's too late to say goodbye. I used my savings for several months to buy a station ticket from scalpers and got it. There is no wheel in my heart, and the bustling crowd can't stop thinking about it day and night. Stuff a full heart into a thin train and plant the boss's stingy and unpaid wages behind him. Go north, go north, always want to shout. Just like the train blaring, young children and elderly parents have already narrowed the entrance to the village, which looks short, but they can't get through. I don't have many tears. The warm wind in the south of the Yangtze River makes my hard eyes soft and I can't find the direction of tears. Only the silent land still exudes the spicy taste of the string of red peppers that leaked out in front of Maixiang House when I left. The villagers who came to see me when they heard the news were still the same, but their waists were not as strong as before. The laughter in the yard masked the loneliness in winter. No matter what I look like, the land will always be my hometown. The child crying for his father at the other end of the phone leaned his head against the door frame at a distance. He just squints at familiar and unfamiliar eyes from time to time and stops at his feet in disorder. There is nowhere to hide. Maybe only roots know the smell of fallen leaves. A small toy makes his face shine, and the crazy firecrackers haven't sounded everywhere. The old mother served a big bowl of hot jiaozi, as stubborn as a child. Every jiaozi is a portrayal of her parents' life. It looks soft and slippery outside, and jiaozi is wrapped in ups and downs and reaches her throat, never wanting to slide down again. Like her old father's body, she always stood by the door waiting for the return of the wanderer from afar. The dazzling red drops of thick flame melted the embarrassing New Year. What kind of New Year is more gratifying than family reunion?
6. Poems for parents who can't go home for the New Year.
Work at night
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Gao Shi
The cold light in the hotel stayed alone and didn't sleep, and the guest turned sad.
My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty.
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I was lying alone in the hotel, with cold light shining on me, and I couldn't sleep for a long time. What makes me sad as a tourist?
People in my hometown must miss me thousands of miles away tonight; The sideburns have turned gray, and tomorrow is a new year.
Except for spending the night at Stone Hill.
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Dai Shulun
In this lonely hotel, there is only one lonely blind date who comes to offer condolences.
Tonight is the last night of the year, and I am wandering thousands of miles away.
Looking back on the past, it is an insignificant thing, sad and sad; Lonely, I only have a wry smile and acid.
Sorrow makes my face old and my hair full of white hair. With a sigh, I ushered in a new year.
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In this lonely hotel, only a lonely lamp accompanies the blind date.
Tonight is the last night of the year, and I am still wandering thousands of miles away and can't go home.
Looking back, nothing has been realized, which makes people feel sad and sad; Lonely, I only have a wry smile and bitterness.
Sorrow has aged my face, white hair has covered my temples, and a sigh has ushered in the new year.
7. This poem about going home for the New Year is easy to recite. Please recommend one. Thank you.
Wanderers go home for the New Year. When I tore off the last page of the calendar with trembling hands, my unsuspecting heart suddenly broke, like fallen leaves caught in endless ice holes in winter. An unguarded miss began to fall in the drizzle. A cracked river bed in my hometown has grown out of my short-sleeved mouth. It's too late to say goodbye. I used my savings for several months to buy a station ticket from scalpers and got it. There is no wheel in my heart, and the bustling crowd can't stop thinking about it day and night. Stuff a full heart into a thin train and plant the boss's stingy and unpaid wages behind him. Go north, go north, always want to shout. Just like the train blaring, young children and elderly parents have already narrowed the entrance to the village, which looks short, but they can't get through. I don't have many tears. The warm wind in the south of the Yangtze River makes my hard eyes soft and I can't find the direction of tears. Only the silent land still exudes the spicy taste of the string of red peppers that leaked out in front of Maixiang House when I left. The villagers who came to see me when they heard the news were still the same, but their waists were not as strong as before. The laughter in the yard masked the loneliness in winter. No matter what I look like, the land will always be my hometown. The child crying for his father at the other end of the phone leaned his head against the door frame at a distance. He just squints at familiar and unfamiliar eyes from time to time and stops at his feet in disorder. There is nowhere to hide. Maybe only roots know the smell of fallen leaves. A small toy makes his face shine, and the crazy firecrackers haven't sounded everywhere. The old mother served a big bowl of hot jiaozi, as stubborn as a child. Every jiaozi is a portrayal of her parents' life. It looks soft and slippery outside, and jiaozi is wrapped in ups and downs and reaches her throat, never wanting to slide down again. Like her old father's body, she always stood by the door waiting for the return of the wanderer from afar. The dazzling red drops of thick flame melted the embarrassing New Year. What kind of New Year is more gratifying than family reunion?
8. Write four poems about going home for the New Year in the fourth grade of primary school.
Going home for the New Year (four poems)
Brother is on his way.
Nanchang, it's very empty today.
Depart from Nangang to Xufang Passenger Station
It only took half the usual time.
The other half time
Just for homesickness or expression.
The highway is also empty.
The bus to Poyang runs very fast.
More urgent than a car full of homeless people.
Let the car in my hometown return to my hometown.
On my way home, I saw a vast field.
Yellow rape flower
Presumably there are ancient cottages in the depths of the white clouds.
Chickens and dogs listen to each other.
Chinese New Year is an assembly number of blood flowing and gravity in hometown.
Wan Li Road, Wan Li Road.
Just for
Take a sip of water from my hometown.
Eat a bowl of rice from my hometown
Meet the people in my hometown!
Poetry in my hometown
For the first time, it is so close to the poetry of my hometown.
Eating the usual table, the first month.
My left hand and right hand were warmed by Poyang poets for the first time.
For the first time, I think only
You can only get to your hometown from your hometown.
Language is not important.
Image is not important.
Skill is not important.
Let it all break.
In another cup, we will fill it.
Some stories may have happened.
Just lying at the bottom of Poyang Lake for too long.
Too vicissitudes of life, almost forgot its mission.
For the first time, I feel that my poetic hometown is no longer wandering.
Because silence has left silence.
I'm loaded. I'm loaded.
I will next time.
reach
Where it should be.
Wanderer's heart
There is a regression syndrome in Chinese New Year.
It will always ignite a fire in the hearts of wanderers, meet again and meet again.
Ordinary or even mediocre travel
Does not affect the great significance it contains.
In the mind of a wanderer, going home has become an inevitable journey.
It is solemn and sacred and cannot be ignored.
On its ancient back
Behind us, mankind and hometown.
The rest of my life after the festival
After the festival, it is to run the national highway and cross the expressway.
Such a fast pace means rushing to work.
Anxious to seal your body and paralyze yourself.
After the festival, it is usually the rest of my life.
No imagination, no sentimentality, no criticism.
There is a set of strict rules after the festival.
A step is a step, you can't cross it, you can't jump.
Nine to five, punk.
Darker than a wheel.
Twenty-four hours after the festival, rolling.
Can't run in the wide world
Injury or pain is a waste.
A poem about going home during the Spring Festival 1. A poem to persuade people to go home for the New Year.
Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed.
When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from.
Wang Wan, the next berth of Beibao Mountain.
Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water. Tides come and go, and no wind stirs 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.
Jiang Lou gan stir-fried flavor
Alone at the bottom of the river, I vaguely thought that the moonlight was like water. Where are the moongazers? The scenery is vaguely like last year.
Schumann skotu
The long-term plan for leisure is not idle, and I try to leave Qin Guan. Everyone gradually feels strange in the local accent, but they hate the sound of the old mountain.
Topic Zhi Chuanshan Shui Dai's Book Theory
In May, the Matsushita Cottage was cool and pleasant, and the white sand enveloped Tingzhou and the lush forests in the distance in the twilight, showing a vast gray. On the road, endless homesickness rises, and green mountains and green waters seem to be their hometown.
Missing Li Gou
People say that the place where the sun sets is the horizon. I try to look at the horizon, but I can't see my home. Castle Peak is being influenced by Castle Peak, which covers my sight. Twilight, Castle Peak.
Wang Yucheng
The horse is wearing a string of chrysanthemums that look like yellow. People think that this kind of horse grows in the wild. Listen to the sound of thousands of valleys at night and watch some peaks silent in the sunset.
The leaves of huanghuali are as red as rouge, and the fragrance of buckwheat flowers is as white as snow. Why are you so melancholy? Village bridge is like my hometown!
2. What are the poems that can't go home during the New Year?
First, "send your siblings in addition to the night"
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
If you have feelings, you miss your sister-in-law. If you have life, you worry.
Wan Li was alone for many years.
The sick face is not an old face, so I forced a new face after thinking about it.
We will meet again sooner or later, and we will grow up separately.
Second, "In addition to the night Chang 'an Guest House"
Tang Dynasty: Du Ouyang Zhan
Ten books are still sleeping, wait for the old edition to move.
Looking forward to your family's birthday is a long-term hatred.
Deficiency and cold spread, and solitary light shines.
Who will ask the poor to cry more?
Third, "night shift"
Tang dynasty: Gao Shi
The cold light in the hotel stayed alone and didn't sleep, and the guest turned sad.
My hometown is a thousand miles away tonight, and Frost Temple has another year's power.
Fourth, "Taiyuan is very cold except at night"
Ming Dynasty: Yu Qian
Send a message to the world, travel light.
The spring breeze is not far away, just to the east of the house.
3. Wang Anshi's poem about wanting to go home for the New Year.
Dry jujitsu Wang Anshi
The roar of firecrackers, the old year has passed; The warm spring breeze ushered in the New Year, and people happily drank the newly brewed Tu Su wine.
The rising sun sheds light on doors of each household, New peachwood charm is put up to replace the old.
Wang Anshi, alias, Mid-levels, Jiang You of Han nationality. China is an outstanding politician, writer, thinker and reformer in history, one of the eight masters in Tang and Song Dynasties, and the leader of the new party. When Song Shenzong was in power, Wang Anshi was the prime minister and initiated reforms, which was called "Wang Anshi's political reform" in history. This is a famous political reform in the history of China. During Wang Anshi's political reform, the Song Dynasty was at its peak, and the Xihe River advanced with great strides and expanded thousands of miles, which was unprecedented since the founding of the People's Republic of China a hundred years ago. He has made outstanding achievements in literature, including Collected Works of Mr. Linchuan, Collected Works of Wang Linchuan and Collected Works of Linchuan. He also wrote the well-known January Day. His poems are good at reasoning and rhetoric, and their contents can also reflect social reality. Although there are not many words, the style is lofty and bold, and the feelings are profound and unique. There are Linchuan episodes.
4. Write four poems about going home for the New Year in the fourth grade of primary school.
Going home for the New Year (four poems) "On the Road" Nanchang is free today. It takes only half the usual time to get from Nangang to Xufang Bus Terminal, and the other half is just for homesickness or the expressway. The bus to Poyang runs very fast, and it is more eager to drive the car from home to home than the wanderer with a whole car. I saw a rape field in Huang Cancan, and there must be an ancient rhyme in the depths of white clouds. The sound of chickens and dogs in the village heard the Chinese New Year, which is an assembly number with blood flowing and gravity in the hometown. Let people travel thousands of miles to Wan Li just to drink a bowl of rice from their hometown and meet people from their hometown! Poetry of my hometown is the first time, so close to my hometown, eating an ordinary dinner table. In the first month, my left hand and right hand were warm for the first time. For the first time, I feel that only starting from my hometown can I reach my hometown. Language is not important, images are not important, and skills are not important. Let it break in another cup, and we will refill some stories. It may have been a long time ago, but it was too long and vicissitudes to lie at the bottom of Poyang Lake. I almost forgot its mission. For the first time, I feel that my poetic hometown is no longer embarrassing because silence has left silence and intoxication has ended. It will arrive where it should arrive next time. In the mind of a wanderer, it has a regression syndrome. It is always reunited with the fire in the heart of the wanderer. An ordinary or even mediocre trip across the sea does not affect its great significance. In the mind of a wanderer, going home has become an inevitable journey. Very solemn. Sacred, we can't ignore. After the festival, we humans and our hometown, with the "rest of our lives after the festival" on our ancient backs, are running the national highway so quickly, rushing to work and sealing our bodies. After the festival, it is usually the rest of our lives. We don't need to imagine, be sentimental or criticize. There is a strict rule that one step at a time, not nine to five. 24 hours after the festival, gangsters are worse than wheels, so we can't leave.
5. Poems for people who want to go home for the New Year.
Yuanri? Wang Anshi's firecrackers rang at the age of one, and the spring breeze brought send warm into Tu Su.
The rising sun sheds light on doors of each household, New peachwood charm is put up to replace the old. Wang Anshi, alias, Mid-levels, Jiang You of Han nationality.
China is an outstanding politician, writer, thinker and reformer in history, one of the eight masters in Tang and Song Dynasties, and the leader of the new party. When Song Shenzong was in power, Wang Anshi was the prime minister and initiated reforms, which was called "Wang Anshi's political reform" in history. This is a famous political reform in the history of China. During Wang Anshi's political reform, the Song Dynasty was at its peak, and the Xihe River advanced with great strides and expanded thousands of miles, which was unprecedented since the founding of the People's Republic of China a hundred years ago.
He has made outstanding achievements in literature, including Collected Works of Mr. Linchuan, Collected Works of Wang Linchuan and Collected Works of Linchuan. He also wrote the well-known January Day.
His poems are good at reasoning and rhetoric, and their contents can also reflect social reality. Although there are not many words, the style is lofty and bold, and the feelings are profound and unique.
There are Linchuan episodes.
6. Recite poems at home during the New Year.
Author/Da Lv
Year after year, we go home for the New Year.
Fly back to my hometown, fly back to my mother,
Like a returning swallow.
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Year after year, we go home for the New Year.
Wandering wanderers, returning to their dream hometown,
Feel the warmth of home.
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Where my parents are, it is a place called home.
It is a place that makes people cry and enchant.
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Go home for the New Year and be a happy person.
Gao Tang's white hair is the hometown of the soul.
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This Spring Festival, we are still
go home for Spring Festival ...
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7. This poem about going home for the New Year is easy to recite. Please recommend one. Thank you.
Wanderers go home for the New Year. When I tore off the last page of the calendar with trembling hands, my unsuspecting heart suddenly broke, like fallen leaves caught in endless ice holes in winter. An unguarded miss began to fall in the drizzle. A cracked river bed in my hometown has grown out of my short-sleeved mouth. It's too late to say goodbye. I used my savings for several months to buy a station ticket from scalpers and got it. There is no wheel in my heart, and the bustling crowd can't stop thinking about it day and night. Stuff a full heart into a thin train and plant the boss's stingy and unpaid wages behind him. Go north, go north, always want to shout. Just like the train blaring, young children and elderly parents have already narrowed the entrance to the village, which looks short, but they can't get through. I don't have many tears. The warm wind in the south of the Yangtze River makes my hard eyes soft and I can't find the direction of tears. Only the silent land still exudes the spicy taste of the string of red peppers that leaked out in front of Maixiang House when I left. The villagers who came to see me when they heard the news were still the same, but their waists were not as strong as before. The laughter in the yard masked the loneliness in winter. No matter what I look like, the land will always be my hometown. The child crying for his father at the other end of the phone leaned his head against the door frame at a distance. He just squints at familiar and unfamiliar eyes from time to time and stops at his feet in disorder. There is nowhere to hide. Maybe only roots know the smell of fallen leaves. A small toy makes his face shine, and the crazy firecrackers haven't sounded everywhere. The old mother served a big bowl of hot jiaozi, as stubborn as a child. Every jiaozi is a portrayal of her parents' life. It looks soft and slippery outside, and jiaozi is wrapped in ups and downs and reaches her throat, never wanting to slide down again. Like her old father's body, she always stood by the door waiting for the return of the wanderer from afar. The dazzling red drops of thick flame melted the embarrassing New Year. What kind of New Year is more gratifying than family reunion?