Yuanshitan poetry

Ancient poetry::: 1 When you come from your hometown, you should know what happened in your hometown. When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? (Wang Wei: Miscellaneous Poems) 2. Teenagers leave home, old people return, and the local accent does not change. Where do children come from when they meet strangers? (He: Homecoming Letter) 3. Yin Shu beyond the ridge, winter goes and spring comes. The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home. (Song Wenzhi's 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. ... the night now gives way to the ocean of the sun, and Jiang Chunren was in the old year. I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. (Wang Wan: a berth at the foot of 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: Everyday Homecoming). The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? . Looking up, I found it was moonlight. Look down at your motherland. (Li Bai: Silent Night Thinking) 7. The sound of the darkness of the flute flying into the spring wind filled Los Angeles. In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick. (Li Bai: "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night") 8. In the guest house and Bingzhou, it is already ten first frost, and I miss Xianyang day and night. I crossed the Mulberry River for no reason, but I hope that Bingzhou is my hometown. (Liu Zao: "Traveling North") 9. Wanderers listen to drums and autumn geese sing. He knows that the dew tonight will be frost and the moon is his hometown. 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. (Du Fu: "Remembering Brothers on a Moonlight Night") Bai Juyi's three homesick poems look at the window willow of Jing 'an Hall in the post station and the flowers in front of the post 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. "Stagnant Rain" Li Shangyin stayed in the rain for a long night, and the lamp was lonely. My hometown is full of clouds and water, which is not suitable for Qiu Meng. "Send Wu Nineteen to Yuanling" Changling Yuanjiang flowing water to Chenyang, Xikou each gentleman post road is long. Who is away from the thunderstorm in Wang Zhi? Return home in spring next year. "Recalling Jiangnan" Tang Fanggan grass leaves withered yesterday and green today, which makes people homesick. I dreamed of going home at night, and it was already dawn before I got to Tonglu. "The fisherman is proud" Song Fan Zhongyan blocked the scenery, and Hengyang geese went unnoticed and rang all around. Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes. A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet. The pipe strength is covered with frost. People can't sleep. The general is crying. On a moonlit night, I am a teenager. Du Fu's prodigal son listens to the drums, and the geese sing in autumn. He knows that the dew tonight will be frost and the moon is his hometown. Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Delivering books is often late. What can we expect in a war? . Wang Wei's Miscellaneous Poems came from his native land, so we should know his native land. Come to the window and open its first cold flower? ? Zhang Ji's Qiu Si saw the autumn wind in Luoyang, and he wanted the writer to write a book. When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him. Looking at the moon for fifteen nights, Wang Jian's atrium, crows inhabiting Bai Shu, and silent wet osmanthus in Coody Leng. I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight. Qiu Si, a native of Luoyang, saw the autumn wind. He wanted to find a writer to write a book. When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him. -Autumn wind attracts you.-Where did Liu Yuxi get the autumn wind? Xiao Xiao sent the goose. When the morning light enters the courtyard, lonely guests smell it first. —— Sauvignon Blanc takes a trip to Nalanxingde Mountain, walks in the water, walks towards Guan Yu, and lights are everywhere at night. When the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, and there is no such sound in the garden. Patio sand Qiu Si withered vines old trees faint, small bridges flowing people, ancient roads west wind thin horses. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. Xue Daoheng has only been in spring for seven days, and I have been away from home for two years. After people return to the wild goose, they will work at night before thinking about flowers (1) [Tang]. The cold light of Gaoshi Hotel stays awake alone, and the guest's heart becomes sad. Tonight, a thousand miles away, the bright frost will burn for another year. (2) Going home [Tang] Du Mu's younger son asked, why did you stay late? * * * Who fought for time and won the sideburns? (3) Homesickness [Song] Li Gou said that the sunset is the end of the world, and I can't see my distant home. Castle Peak is being influenced by Castle Peak, which covers my sight. Twilight, Castle Peak. (4) Beijing Normal University has a letter from home [Ming] Yuan Kaijiang is three thousand miles away, and there are fifteen lines of letters from home. There is nothing else between me, just telling me to go back to my hometown as soon as possible. 5] Hao Chu and the great master watched the mountains and sent relatives and friends to Beijing [Tang] Dai Shulun's seaside mountains were like swords and clouds. If you want to be hundreds of billions, you can climb to the top and look at your home. [6] Where is Wei's hometown? It's leisurely to think about it. Autumn night in Huainan, the high house smells wild geese coming. (7) "Miscellaneous Poems" (Wang Wei) When you come from your native land, you must understand your native land. When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? Written on the wall of an inn in the north of Dayu Mountain (Song Wenzhi), I got wind of it. I'm going my own way. I wonder if I'll go back? . The tide receded, the river rippled quietly, the forest was dark and malaria was scattered. Tomorrow I will climb to the top of the mountain and look north at my hometown, or I can see the red berries on the top of the mountain. Seeing off a friend (Li Bai) at Jingmen Ferry; sailing from Jingmen Ferry, you will be with people in the south soon. At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness. The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces. I still pity the native water and lead you to a boat of three hundred miles. ⑽ Wanderers listen to drums, younger brother (Du Fu) moonlit night, autumn geese. He knows that the dew tonight will be frost and the moon is his hometown. Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Delivering books is often late. What can we expect in a war? . ⑾ Farewell (Sui folk songs) The willows are green and the flowers are flying all over the sky. The wicker folding ruler flies away. Will pedestrians come back? ⑿ Looking at the Moon at Fifteen Nights (Wang Jian): Bai Shu Crow Habitat Atrium, Coody Leng Silent Wet Osmanthus fragrans. I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight. [13] Every messenger comes to the hometown of Jingshi, and it's a long way to Xiu Yuan, and his sleeves are full of tears. Meet immediately without paper and pencil, and leave a message to report peace. [14] Show your son (Lu You) that he is dead and everything is empty, but he is sad to see Kyushu. Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news! ⒂ Fisherman's pride (Fan Zhongyan) blocked the scenery of Qiu Lai, and Hengyang geese were neglected and besieged on all sides. Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes. A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet. The pipe strength is covered with frost. People can't sleep. The general is crying. [14] A plum blossom crossing the Wujiang River (Jie Jiang) is full of spring worries. The boat on the river rocked and the curtain moved upstairs. Du Qiuniang and Tainiang Bridge. The wind is floating and the rain is falling. When will you go home to wash the guest robes? The silver word is the tone, and the heart word is the fragrance. Time can easily throw people away. Cherry is red and banana is green. ⒄ Tianjingsha Qiu Si (Ma Zhiyuan) Dead vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, old roads and thin horses. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. ⒅ The prison wall (Tan Sitong) looked at the door, stopped thinking about James Zhang, and endured death for a while. I smiled at the sky from the horizontal knife and stayed in my liver and gallbladder. Trick chapter feelings (Tan Sitong) Everything in the world is in spring sorrow, and now I cry to Cang Ming. Forty million people shed tears together. Where is China at the end of the world? Thinking about the moonlight in front of Li Bai's bed in the quiet night, I suspect it is frost on the ground. Look up at the moon, bow your head and miss your hometown. I miss my brothers in Shandong on vacation in the mountains. Wang Wei is a stranger and misses his relatives every holiday. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. Looking at the moon for fifteen nights, Wang Jian's atrium, crows inhabiting Bai Shu, and silent wet osmanthus in Coody Leng. I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight. Qiu Si, a native of Luoyang, saw the autumn wind. He wanted to find a writer to write a book. When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him. -Autumn wind attracts you.-Where did Liu Yuxi get the autumn wind? Xiao Xiao sent the goose. When the morning light enters the courtyard, lonely guests smell it first. —— Sauvignon Blanc takes a trip to Nalanxingde Mountain, walks in the water, walks towards Guan Yu, and lights are everywhere at night. When the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, and there is no such sound in the garden. Patio sand Qiu Si withered vines old trees faint, small bridges flowing people, ancient roads west wind thin horses. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. Xue Daoheng has only been in spring for seven days, 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. The rainy Tang Bai lived in Kashgar, where the mountains and rivers are deep. 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. Cold food is right in the middle of Tang Li's trip. Cold food, homesick tears towel. 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. Leave him abroad, a few people. On the banks of the river, Tang and Du Xunhe, holding horses, miss their hometown 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. Farewell to friends in the river, go south to the place where Zhang Qiao in the Tang Dynasty accumulated homesickness, and the world gathered in 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. Homesickness, as a Tang Buxie and a traveler from the north, has never answered the letter from Yunnan. 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. In winter, Shan Ye is homesick, and the Tang, Zhou and Tian began to be neat, with high clouds and clear colors. Trees are cold and birds are rare, and monks are rare in the mountains. Collect the snow on 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 city sees the ruins of Tang Rongyu's old country in autumn, and wants to visit the ancient city when you board it. Once something goes wrong, the Millennium water will flow in vain. Dream Zhu Hongsheng night, Jingmen tree color autumn. When the clouds don't disperse, I look at my homesickness. In addition to staying up all night, Don Hotel's cold light stayed up all night alone, and the guest turned sad. Tonight, I miss my hometown for thousands of miles, and I am worried for another year in the Ming Dynasty. Born and raised in Xinghua Tang, Xinghua Tang intends to send flowers and wine to celebrate the new opening, leaving flowers and cups. Ask a cuttlefish and a glass of wine. How can an old friend be different? The river village outside homesickness is sad in a foreign land every spring, and Du Qu oriole knows it. Seeing the setting sun on the river bank, it seems that my heart has been torn into pieces of willow leaves. Looking from a distance, Yuan Zhen in the Tang Dynasty is full of sad winter scenery and harmony, and there are many mangrove temples in one mountain. Zhong Xuan is full of homesick tears, and Zhang Shuidong flows like jade waves. And Sanxiang poetry Tang Gaoqu Qian Shan Wanshan north and south, Che Xuan who does not miss home. Being alone will make you sad, for fear of hurting peaches and plums. I miss Mount Emei in Tangtang. I feel sorry for myself. When the sails leave Gimpo, the songs will flow in unison. 1 Looking up, I found it was moonlight, bowed my head and homesick, and 2 was a stranger. Every holiday season, I miss my relatives three times, and the wind and fire continue in March. A word from my hometown is worth a ton of gold. There are four old trees with withered vines and thin horses on the old road, but I look to my hometown. The dusk is getting dark, the river waves are carrying a sad mist, rowing your boat for three hundred miles, still homesick for water, and the wine has turned into homesick tears. 8 * * Tears at the sight of the bright moon, red hearts, being in five places, all sharing the same wish, 9, a glass of turbid wine, Wan Li and first frost everywhere. You should know what happened in your hometown. 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 book") 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 Homecoming) 6. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? . Looking up, I found it was moonlight. Look down at your motherland. (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. I crossed the Mulberry River for no reason, but I hope that Bingzhou is my hometown. (Liu Zao's Journey to the North) 9. Wanderers listen to drums and autumn geese sing. He knows that the dew tonight will be frost and the moon is his hometown. Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. However, if there is something wrong with letters in peacetime, what can I expect in wartime? But when it was sunny in spring, farmers didn't have to plow their fields. There is rain in the vernal equinox and rice in the altar. Clear and sunny, cotton is not worth the price. The Riverside Map on Qingming Festival in Gu Mi is worthless. The moon is bright, and Gu Mi is Man Cang. There is no moon in Qingming, and Bangtian can't be planted. It is a good year to have rain in Duanyang. The Mid-Autumn Festival will rain without Koharu. The first frost was windy and rainy, and the wheat harvest was remarkable. It rained in Da Chun on the fifteenth day of the first month. It snowed lightly and will be dry in May next year. Birds sing in June, and there is no shortage of mountains. There are rain valleys in beginning of autumn, but there are no rain valleys in beginning of autumn. It should be dark all around the New Year's Day, and heavy snow is a dry year. But when it was sunny in spring, it was easy for farmers to plow their fields. I was shocked to hear that Remy was like mud and it rained at the vernal equinox. The east wind hurts less in long summer. It is a good year to have rain in Duanyang, and it is a good year to hear thunder. The summer solstice wind blows from the west and boils in the melon and vegetable garden. In dog days, the heat is unbearable, and there are many knots in the grain field. The first day is snowy and sunny, and Chongyang in winter is also sunny. It should be dark all around the New Year's Day, and heavy snow is a dry year. But when it was sunny in spring, it was easy for farmers to plow their fields. I was shocked to hear that Remy was like mud and it rained at the vernal equinox. The east wind hurts less in long summer. It is a good year to have rain in Duanyang, and it is a good year to hear thunder. The summer solstice wind blows from the west and boils in the melon and vegetable garden. In dog days, the heat is unbearable, and there are many knots in the grain field. The first day is snowy and sunny, and Chongyang in winter is also sunny. There is a hook cloud in the sky, and there will be rain on the ground. It will rain when the sand rolls down. It's sunny on rainy days, but it's not sunny on the top of the mountain. If it rains for a long time, it will clear up for a long time, and if it rains for a long time, it will rain for a long time. Thunder rumbles, but the rain is not fierce. The salt pot is wet. It's going to rain. Butterflies pour water, and then it will rain. Modern::: Pear petals fall on the banks of the stream under the pale sky. The peaks standing on both sides of the stream echo the pebbles on the quiet country road, which contains the freshness of tomorrow morning and the staggering figure wandering in the deep dusk. I was dragged by the sunset and grew up in that playful childhood. I used to soar in good wishes with immature fantasies. Now my hometown is buried in the haze by the dust of the years. Began to quietly dissipate the jasmine in the distance. The trees in the distance are green and the rivers in the distance are flowing. What is it that jasmine, which has been planted in the center for several years, exudes the fragrance of its native land? Trees my age are in their youth. I let the paper boat go home here. Have you reached the river in your native land? The jasmine in the distance is green, and the river in the distance is flowing. What is the jasmine planted in the center for several years? It exudes the fragrance of the native land. Trees of my age are in their prime. Have I reached the river where I put the paper boat home? Will there be people who don't want to go home? Is there a way home? Can someone inform you that this kind of return is not easy? How long will it take you to meet your wandering hand? Can the hope of your loved ones be behind you, so that you can't look back at will? In stormy days, what kind of mood do you use to escape the hopes and wishes you have to bear? Now that I have gained some trauma and gains in my journey, I think of turning back. This road to home is easy. There are hands to greet you. You have to hold back the gushing tears and step into this vague doorway. A full moon flowed out from the fingers, filled a pot of old wine, and spilled a few drops of broken sadness in a warm cup. The moonlight floating in the wine burned the wound of homesickness that night. Who dresses a stranger in transparent clothes? I am familiar with every leaf of every tree in front of my hometown as if I were familiar with a part of my body. I know that my mother has been busy between one leaf and another. As long as the naughty wind makes people unbearable and lonely, I will whisper my nostalgia for my hometown in my mother's ear.