You have just come from our hometown, and we must understand the world. When you passed my window, did the plum blossom bloom its first cold flower? . -(Tang) Wang Wei's Miscellaneous Poems
The sound book outside the spine is broken, starting in winter and summer. 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"
... 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. -(Tang) Wang Wan's "The next berth on the North Fort Mountain"
It has been seven days in spring, 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. -Xue Daoheng's "Homecoming"
The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home. -(Tang) Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night
Yu Di's dark flying sound scattered into the spring breeze in Los Angeles. In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick.
-(Tang) Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night"
Hometown is in a dream, when can I return; Winter went to spring, and in Laizhou, Jiangxi, several people returned to China. -(Tang) Lu Lun's Chang 'an Spring
Young people leave home, old people return, the local accent has not changed, and children meet strangers. Where do you come from?
-(Tang) He, Homecoming Book
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.
Looking at the clouds to 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 from 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. Poems that miss loved ones should also talk about travelers. (Meng Jiao's Wandering Sons)
2. Sharpen the knife to pigs and sheep;
I heard my sister coming. Without you, what would life mean to me? . (Seven Steps Poems by Cao Zhi)
3; (Zhang Ji "Qiu Si")
However, if something goes wrong with letters in peacetime, Kaifeng will return to green trees and grasslands in spring.
I stroke my white hair. It's too thin.
Petals shed like tears. Boil beans and burn beans. Although the country is divided, the mountains and rivers last forever, and the moonlight at home is bright! .
Knowing where my brothers climbed from a distance, I wanted to write a meaningful book.
It comes every winter solstice, but how much love does this inch-long grass have? (Du Fu's Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night)
6; Win sideburns, make clothes for her wayward boy's body, and take care of red makeup.
I want to sit at home late at night, afraid of the delay that will make him go home late. Bean is crying in the kettle.
He knows that the dew tonight will be frost. What can I expect in the war? . (Wang Wei's "I miss my Shandong brother on vacation in the mountains")
Oh, my brothers, lost and scattered, why are you in such a hurry? With a hairpin, a letter from home is worth a ton of gold. The child led the clothes and asked why it was delayed.
Sister heard that sister came.
She sewed carefully and thoroughly, and the lonely birds sang their sadness.
I can't talk about it in a hurry?
* * * Who is fighting for time? Look at the autumn wind in Luoyang.
Born from the same root, you get three spring scenery. I am a guest alone in a foreign land.
After three months of fighting. (Pretending to be Yi's Homesick at Night in Winter)
9. In autumn, a wild goose sings. Think twice about your relatives during the festive season. I tuck my knees in front of the lamp and accompany my body. I will help you when I go out. When my parents hear about my daughter, I will miss someone everywhere. ("Mulan Ci")
4. A vagrant heard the drums indicating the battle. (Du Fu's "Spring Hope")
5. The thread in the hands of a loving mother 1
3. Poem 1 About missing relatives, Jiangchengzi Song-Su Shi
Original text:
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable.
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.
They have been dead for a lifetime, separated for ten years, but they miss each other but are at a loss and can't 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 sadness. Even if we meet, we shouldn't know each other, because I'm running around, dusty and cold.
At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown in a vague dream, only to see my wife dressing up in front of the mirror in the small window. The two men looked at each other, and they didn't know where to start with a thousand words, only tears fell thousands of lines in relative silence. It stands to reason that the grave mountain with the bright moon and small pine trees is 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, I sent the probe into the fragrant bush and hung the green hair upside down.
Plain noodles are often too pink, and red lips do not fade when washing makeup.
Remember Xiao Yunkong, don't dream of pear blossoms.
Naturally, it has a clean and clear style. Where can I notice the fog? It has its own immortal style. Sea gods send people to visit fragrant flowers from time to time, and the phoenix decorated with green feathers hangs upside down.
Its plain face is painted with lead powder and it is afraid of getting dirty. Even if the makeup is washed away by rain and snow, it will not fade the red color like red lips. Noble sentiment follows the sky of Xiaoyun, and you wouldn't expect to have the same dream as pear flower.
3, "Drinking Four Bright Moons Alone" Tang-Li Bai
Original text:
Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone.
Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.
The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.
I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring.
The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.
Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness.
I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.
Put a pot of good wine in the flowers, drink it alone, and don't know each other. Till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon drink * * *, plus his own figure just three people. The moon doesn't know how to drink, and the shadow is in vain.
For the time being, with the shadow of the bright moon, spring night should take this opportunity to eat, drink and be merry. I sing, the moon lingers, I dance, and the shadows float back and forth. Play together when you are awake, and go their separate ways when you are drunk. I hope I can roam freely forever and meet you in the boundless Tianhe River.
4, "Jiande Night Sleeping" Tang-Meng Haoran
Original text:
Stop the boat in a foggy small state, when new worries come to the guest's heart.
The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon.
When the ship docked in a smoky small continent, new worries appeared in the guests' minds at dusk. The boundless wilderness is darker than trees, and the river is clear and the moon is close to people.
5, "Looking at the Moon and Thinking Far" Don Zhang Jiuling
Original text:
The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world.
People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones.
Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.
You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.
A bright moon rises on the sea, and you and I are thousands of miles apart to enjoy the moon. Lovers hate long nights and miss you all night. The candlelight goes out, the moonlight is full of love, and the clothes are covered with wet clothes. I can't give you beautiful money, so I'd better enter my dream and be with you.
4. Poem about missing relatives 1, missing father Author: Yuan Aihua Who hasn't climbed over his father's shoulder? His shoulders are always so broad and strong, like the towering Kunlun Mountain. Who has never held his father's arm? His arms are always so strong, like steel tongs. His body is always so majestic and handsome, like pine and cypress and snow. When the sun sets, he can always see his father walking on the ridge with a plow. That land is his hometown. Seedling is his hope in the future. Every year's ups and downs, bitter and sweet, exhausted, are always written on my father's face. Green rice seedlings are his happiness. Huang Cancan's rice is his harvest, his children are clever, his wife is virtuous, and his neighbors are happy. I can always see his warm figure when we meet each other after a brief encounter. Filial piety to grandparents is always considerate and simple. This is my father's kind quality. Diligence is the traditional virtue of my father. I have benefited a lot. Thank my father for his upbringing, for sending me to study and work, for giving me bone marrow, and for giving me flesh and blood. Everything about my daughter was given by my parents. Now that my father is gone, all I can do is to recall in my dreams. It's a flood of thoughts, a family relationship where blood is thicker than water, and eternal concern is only the memory of my father and my long-term thoughts-my daughter misses you in her dreams and in the depths of her soul! 2. My mind is round, Ai Qing. My mind is round. The moon on 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 do you think of on such a night? My thoughts are round, watermelons and apples are round, the reunion between 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'm here and my mother is there.
When I grow up, homesickness is a narrow ticket. I'm here and the bride is there. Later, homesickness became a temporary grave. I'm outside and my mother is 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: Samui When I look at the night sky of the city, I can't help but feel sad. Without Sirius, the bear couldn't find his way. The only light I can see is called strong light. When I looked at the night sky in the city, I couldn't help crying. The stars that blinked with me are still in my eyes. In my eyes, it was like lying in the wheat field and looking up at the night sky when I was a child, but at that time, the stars were far away. At this moment, the stars are accompanied by tears of bright lights in the city. When I look at the night sky in the city, I can't help feeling disappointed. Why can't I see the stars? Only the city lights shine. I think of the crowded night sky at home. It's just that we were together then. When I looked at the night sky in the city, I finally found a little star. who is it? Look at me from a distance.
5, always miss the author: peace is a blessing. Time flies in the historical time and space, leaving behind thoughts. It's late autumn and winter, and it's the Cold Food Festival. On October 1st of the lunar calendar, I was worried about missing it. It is a traditional folk custom to burn paper and money, and to send food, drink and warm clothes to the soul of my distant ancestors. As we all know, ancestral paper and cold clothes are nourishing the hearts of thousands of people in Qian Qian. This has become the custom of the Chinese nation. Memories and thoughts of children and grandchildren are passed down from generation to generation.