A poem about being close to home 1. A poem describing the mood of leaving home.
1. You come from my old country and tell me what happened there! .
When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? (Wang Wei: "Miscellaneous Poems")
Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent remains unchanged.
Where do children come from when they meet strangers? (He Zhangzhi: Homecoming Book)
3. Leave the mountain to rest, winter will come, and spring will come.
Now, near my village and meeting people, I dare not ask a question. (Song Wenzhi, "Crossing the Han River")
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.
... the night turned into an ocean of the sun, which was Jiang Chunren's year.
I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. (Wang Wan: a berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain)
It's only seven days in spring and two years away from home.
People return to yan zhen, thinking before flowers. (Xue Daoheng: "People are homesick every day")
6. The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is it frosty already? .
Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home. (Li Bai: Quiet Night Thinking)
7. Whose rain flute flies in the dark, and the spring breeze permeates Los Angeles.
In this nocturne, you can't help homesick.
8. It has been ten frosts in Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night.
Crossing the dry water of mulberry for no reason, I hope Bingzhou is my hometown. (Liu Zao: "Journey to the North")
9. A vagrant heard the drums heralding the battle, and a wild goose sang in autumn.
He knows that the dew will be 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? . (Du Fu: Remembering brothers on a moonlit night)
2. What poems describe the mood of leaving home?
1, the pride of the fisherman Qiu Si.
Song Dynasty: Fan Zhongyan
The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang Goose is unknown. Around, the sound of the horn sounded, thousands of miles away, and the long smoke closed.
A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet. Qiang tube covered with frost, people do not sleep. The general was white-haired and in tears.
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Autumn is coming, and the scenery in the northwest frontier is different from that in Jiangnan. The geese flew back to Hengyang again, without any intention of staying. At dusk, when the army's horn blows, the surrounding sounds also rise. In the mountains, the twilight is heavy, the mountains are sunset, and the solitary door is closed.
After drinking a glass of turbid wine, I can't help thinking of my hometown thousands of miles away. I failed to defeat an enemy like Dou Xian, and I failed to make a decision earlier. Melodious Qiangdi sounded, the weather was cold and the ground was covered with frost and snow. Late at night, the soldiers couldn't sleep well: the general's beard and hair turned white because of military action; The soldiers have been guarding the border for a long time, and they also shed sad tears.
2. Berthing Guazhou
Song Dynasty: Wang Anshi
Jingkou and Guazhou are just separated by a water, and Zhongshan has only a few heavy green mountains.
The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home?
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Jingkou and Guazhou are only separated by a water, and Zhongshan is only separated by several heavy green mountains.
The gentle spring breeze has blown the south bank of the great river green again, but, bright moon in the sky, when can you come home with me?
3. Looking at the moon, thinking of a distant one.
Tang Dynasty: Zhang Jiuling
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.
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A bright moon rises in the vast sea, and now you and I are facing each other at the ends of the earth.
All living beings hate the long moonlight and miss their loved ones all night.
Put out the candles and cherish the moonlight in the room. I wandered around in my clothes, feeling the cold at night.
I can't give you beautiful moonlight, I just hope to meet you in my sleep.
4. Two Liangzhou words: one
Tang Dynasty: Wang Zhihuan
The Yellow River is getting farther and farther away, because it flows in the middle of the Yellow River, and Yumenguan is located on a lonely mountain.
Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing!
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The Yellow River seems to rush out from the white clouds, and Yumenguan is hanging alone in the mountains.
Why do soldiers complain that willows don't sprout and spring breeze can't blow outside Yumen Pass?
5. Hope of Spring
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested.
Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.
The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.
Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.
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Chang' an fell and the country was broken, leaving only mountains and rivers; Spring has come, and Chang 'an, which is sparsely populated, has dense vegetation.
Sentimental state affairs, tears can't help splashing, birds are heart-pounding, which only increases sadness but not hatred.
The continuous war has lasted for more than half a year, and there are few letters from home. A letter is worth twelve thousand gold.
Worried, scratching my head, my white hair is getting shorter and shorter, and I can't insert it.
3. What poems describe the sadness of leaving home?
1、
I sent it to my brothers the day after I left home.
Year: Tang Author: Han Wo
I work at sunrise and rest at sunset. I hate the morning in Rong Hui.
Thousands of tears arouse human feelings, and a little heart goes home with the pace.
Looking at the mountains and rivers, I looked back at my servants.
Know the brothers upstairs, point to the journey and watch the birds fly.
2、
Leave home
Year: Tang Author: Yuan Buyue
Step by step, the heart is out of the inner door. Seeing Wu only shed tears, watching geese hurt the soul more.
I'd rather give up drinking than get drunk, but I'm afraid to go back to the book and say something mean. Barbarians laugh strangely and don't understand the love for the countryside.
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After leaving home
Year: Tang author:
There is no media like me in the world, only shadows accompany me.
If you go out, you will burn the boat. Whether you are born or not, you will die.
4、
Leave home
Year: by Jong Li.
Send others to rejuvenate, pointing to the horizon with one whip.
Born by the river, I was moved to the countryside and stayed in a hotel in a hurry.
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Leave home
Year: Song Author: Hu Zhonggong
Go out with a smile, and the rivers and lakes are wide.
It is easier to endure poverty than to make a living by poetry.
The sun and the moon are famous all over the world.
There is a beautiful tree in the forest. Choose an Ann.
4. Poems about studying away from home
1. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosted already? .
Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home. (Li Bai: Quiet Night Thinking)
Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent remains unchanged.
Where do children come from when they meet strangers? (He Zhangzhi: Homecoming Book)
3. Leave the mountain to rest, winter will come, and spring will come.
Now, near my village and meeting people, I dare not ask a question. (Song Wenzhi, "Crossing the Han River")
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.
... the night turned into an ocean of the sun, which was Jiang Chunren's year.
I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. (Wang Wan: a berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain)
It's only seven days in spring and two years away from home.
People return to yan zhen, thinking before flowers. (Xue Daoheng: "People are homesick every day")