Poetry about the way home 1. Sentences about the way home
1. It's getting dark and it's going to rain. Walking on the way home from school, my heart is blue and heavy, and I can't be calm for a long time. I can't get rid of what I just saw.
I have been walking home from school for seven or eight years. From kindergarten to primary school
From school to junior high school, I have been carrying a heavy schoolbag home. But since I entered middle school, I
Only on the way to school did I find the difference between the past and the present. Love is on the way
My childhood was spent in mountains and rivers, on the bumpy road hundreds of meters from home to school. At that time, I flew around like a happy bird, and my grandfather accompanied me every day, walking through countless hundred meters, rain or shine.
On the way home from school, a thin figure walked silently in the street. ……
Like a lonely goose, flying in the boundless sky. ...
On the way home from school, it brought me many surprises: blue sky, green trees, green grass, gorgeous flowers, flying insects ... flowers are overflowing, and the scenery in late spring and early summer is beautiful.
6. Seeing this scene, I walked home silently and thought for a long time, thinking a lot ... Why did that uncle do this? Why did grandma do that after she was injured?
7. Seeing this scene, I walked home silently and thought for a long time, thinking a lot ... Why did that uncle do this? Why did grandma do that after she was injured?
2. What poems are there on the way home at night?
Although anxious to return was in a foreign land, I never forgot all my poetry friends. I often look at the screen affectionately. How I hope to see your surging poetry forum on the Internet, which will touch my nerves, lock my true feelings in * * *, and the keyboard is beating my thoughts and sending infinite thoughts back to my lovely hometown. The beautiful Gold Coast is fascinating. It can't be compared with the fertile soybeans, sorghum and vigorous seafood in my hometown. Not as good as the food in my hometown. The urban scenery of Qionglou Yuyu can't be compared with the chicken barking and the dog barking and the small bridge running water. The bustling market with neon lights is not as luxurious as that of a poet pushing a cup for a change. Let's catch a sea breeze and bring it back to the poets to enjoy the cool. Let's take a seafood home for poets to taste. Let's go back with a handful of seawater, let the poets bathe, let a seagull fly back and bring happiness and good luck to the poets. Anxious to return has already let go of her homesickness. No matter how wonderful the outside world is, it can't compare with the poet's discordant symphony.
3. Poems on the way home (Grade 3)
This is a wandering dream.
Has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people
Become the gene of China traditional culture.
Carved in the hearts of everyone who leaves home.
No one can stop it.
The way home
No one can stop.
The pace of going home
Seventeen Years
This is a homesickness complex.
It is the expectation of family reunion.
I can never get rid of my homesickness.
On the land of China.
People who go home during the Spring Festival
Formed a torrent
Hundreds of millions of returning vagrants
Crowd into stations, airports and docks together.
Formed a beautiful migration landscape.
A trip home
Go home and take a nap.
Although it can't solve the pain of separation from family.
But you can also get spiritual comfort from it.
Go home and stay.
Although I can't give more help to my relatives in my life.
But I can also get a little considerate satisfaction from it
Go home and get together.
Although I can't bring more love and care to my family.
But the world can experience love from it.
Relieve the long-standing loneliness in my heart
Seventeen Years
Is the expectation of being away from home for a year.
Embark on the road to return home
Anxious to return
Wandering trip
Looking forward to going home early.
That's everyone's dream to try.
The sadness of the past year
A year's effort
It is rare to have a chance to talk to your parents.
One-year expectation
A lonely year
It's rare to have a chance to talk to your lover.
Spring festival reunion
It was a brief moment.
I haven't waited long enough for my sweet words.
But think about the journey away from home.
I haven't enjoyed enough family warmth.
But after the New Year, I will run away from home.
The moment I left the person I love.
What I see is the eyes of my family.
Tears are coming out.
Instructions from relatives
It is a blessing of peace.
Love is on the journey.
Expectations of relatives
Next year is the reunion.
Everything is waiting silently again.
Everything is waiting quietly.
Wait until the end of the year.
I'm still thinking about my way home.
4. Poems about going home
The Tenth Five-Year Plan calls for Tanghe Zhangzhi.
He joined the army at the age of fifteen and didn't come back until he was eighty. Everyone in the village, who is at home? Looking into the distance is your home, with countless pines and cypresses. Rabbits enter from the dog's sinus and pheasants fly from the beam. In the atrium, Green Valley was born, and in the well, Lv Kui was born. Eat grains as rice and drink sunflower as soup. The soup and rice have been cooked for a while, and I don't know who it will be. Going out and looking east, tears fell on my clothes.
Seven worries. Second, Wang Canhan Wei.
Man Jing is not my hometown. What is long-term stagnation? The ark belongs to the river, and I am worried at sunset. The mountains are full of shade and the rocks are full of shade. The fox rushed to the cave and the bird flew to the forest. The waves are ringing and monkeys are singing on the shore. The wind blows the robe, and the dew touches the skirt. I couldn't sleep all night, so I took my clothes and played the piano. Sitong touched people's hearts and gave me a mournful cry. The journey is endless, and it is difficult to have concerns.
Goodbye Zhou Shangshu Yu Xin Southern and Northern Dynasties
Wan Li Road, Yangguan, there is no one to return, only the geese by the river, and Qiu Lai flies south.
People miss Xue Daoheng every day.
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.
Biography of Qinsi in Weishui Cen Can
Wei River flows eastward, and in the week, two more lines of tears will be sent to my hometown.
Shen quanqi's miscellaneous poems
Against Huanglong City, our army was sent out a long time ago. The girls here looked at the same melancholy moon and lit up our soldiers in China. Young wives dreamed of spring, and last night their brave husbands. In a big attack, Huanglong City was captured with flags and drums.
Song Wenzhi, "Climbing the High and Easy Building"
Xiaoyao upstairs looks at Xiangguan, green water and clear clouds, and goes to Hengyang for two thousand miles in the north. He doesn't return the book because of wild goose feet.
Meng Jiao, Four Ghosts of Shangwei
Visit a thousand miles alone and return to a thousand miles. Home in Wu Chu township, tears send Δ xi ā? br & gt
Luwen moonlit in Tubo Bieguan
Poverty for three to five months is also based on Beitang. Turn around and lie in the dark, unable to bear to see the round light.
Su Yunmeng Guan Ouyang Xiu
The swan goose in the north indicates the arrival of the season, and his wife's letter is brought home. In a trance, it is difficult to tell whether the home is true or false. After the dream, I opened the window to look, only to see the leaves of tung trees withered and the lotus flowers by the pool withered. It was autumn all night, but I slept in my dream, but turned a deaf ear.
Wang Anshi anchored in Guazhou.
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?
Wang Jian, Zhi Wu
The sound of urban demolition is that the night is still early, but the river is scattered and cold; Seeing that he has become a homeless person, he is still telling everyone about his hometown.
The new voice of Yuan Kai's pipa dance in "Suke" always leaves the mountain. I can't listen to endless worries, and the high autumn moon shines on the Great Wall. Wang Changling's Join the Army
Before returning to Yuefeng, the sand is like snow, and the moon outside the city is like frost. I don't know where to play the flute, and I want to look forward to my hometown all night. Li Yi's Listening to the Flute in the Surrender City
The old country has a long road to the east, and the tears of the double-sleeved dragon bell have not dried. I'll meet you immediately, without paper and pen. Please tell my family that I'm safe. Cen Can is meeting a messenger to the capital.
Claiming to stand out, stand up to Jin Lu, stand up to Jun Yaoshun, and then make the customs pure. Du Fu's Twenty-two Rhymes of Wei Zuocheng
At the age of twenty, all the civil and military officials were proficient and went west to Beijing. Look up at the gate of the courtyard, and the day will go. Gao Shi's Wei Not Joining the Army
I went out with a big smile. How can I be a person who has lived in the wild for a long time? Li Bai's "Nanling children don't go to Beijing"
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already? I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
August is longer, and people who are worried often get up early. Nothing happens behind closed doors, and autumn grass grows in the courtyard. Last night, I dreamed of going to the west window and entering Jingnan Road. It is better to be poor at home than to be outside. Rong Hong's Autumn Night in Chang 'an
It rained for more than ten days in autumn, and even more cicadas were not heard after sunny days. The prison is in a leisurely state, and new diseases have begun. These geese flock to the south of my hometown. Meng Jiao's Autumn Night after Chang 'an Disease.
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's Memories of My Youth under the Moon
The Dongting is full of grass, and the Chu guests don't want to return. After suffering, the geese fly back every spring. Things are far apart, but few friends. Independence is still shouting, and the south is covered with cloth. Du Fu's "Looking at the Spring River and Spend the Evening"
Jiang people teach clothes late and smell the anvil in October. Wan Li's hometown is a high-rise building overnight. Bai Juyi's "Jiang Lou Wen Zhen"
From then on, Wen Chun went to Qinyuan. I entrust my dream to you, please take me back to my home in the garden. Liu Zongyuan's Lingling Early Spring
Night walking, homesickness is only autumn? Every time you crave water, you have to flow in front of the door every day. Liu Yuxi's Book from the South
I woke up from my dream, only a faint oil lamp covered the round aperture, and the midnight will be over, and the light rain will send me cool. Why don't you even whisper, just say hometown? Han Yu's Su Rong Palace Beach
I miss my hometown in the morning and sleep at night. Dreams don't cry, but tears are black. Ten pieces of Yuan Zhen's ten articles about sending diseases
Why are you depressed? Chang' an is as far away as the sun. You are always in your hometown, and Yan comes to Hong. "Liu Yuxi's" Mourning Exile to Two Songs "is the second song.
"It is a mountain ape calling from the river, and there is no such heartbroken sound in my hometown." Bai Juyi's Answer to Spring
"Tired of hearing Zigui sooner or later, I suddenly heard an oriole singing. A dream breaks the song of Chu River, and the hometown is full of spring. " Liu Zongyuan's "Smelling the Orioles"
Leaves rustle, the river is long, and the way home is endless. A new wild goose is raining in the middle of the night, and pedestrians are constantly intestines.
5. A long poem on the way home
Xiang Si [Song] 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.
Letter from Beijing Normal University
Yuan Kai [Ming]
The river is three thousand miles long, and there are fifteen letters from home. There is nothing else between me, just telling me to go back to my hometown as soon as possible.
See the mountains with Master Haochu and send relatives and friends to Beijing.
Dai Shulun
The sharp mountain by the sea is like a sword, and Qiu Lai cuts his heart everywhere.
How can we turn this body into tens of millions, scattered to the heads of state's homes to see!
Wei ren [Tang]
Where is your hometown? It's leisurely to think about it. Autumn night in Huainan, the high house smells wild geese coming.
Miscellaneous Poems (Wang Wei)
You have just come from our hometown, and we must understand the world. When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming?
6. Poems about "Going Home"
go home
Ahead, home is ahead.
In front, there is a mother's persistent watch.
Ahead, is my father's generous chest.
Home is just ahead (imagination on the way home)
At the foot, the road is very confused.
In my heart, dark clouds are floating.
On the shoulders, heavy responsibilities have been strengthened.
Love is really hesitant (the pressure of parents' high expectations)
In spring, you put on light clothes for me.
In summer, you keep out the sun for me.
In autumn, you sow hope for me.
In winter, you weave dreams for me (parents work hard)
Me? What should I do?
Is to hide in a dream
Or embrace melancholy?
Or spray blood (ambivalence)
On the horizon, the sunset hangs.
In the tree, tired birds are sleeping.
Lying on the ground, walking in confusion.
Think of my parents as soon as possible (eager to go home)
It's a long way home.
Horizon? In the tree?
On the ground? Atrium?
Where is this emotion hidden? (Unknown secrets, growing pains)
7. On the way home, ask for a poem.
Walk gently, these lonely dead leaves
Listen, the song of the river.
At this moment, the bird of childhood crashed into my heart.
The golden cicada is still on the sunny branch.
Dreams are still shining in Ran Ran, accompanied by the sound of flapping wings.
As dazzling as seven colors of light through branches and leaves.
Unfortunately, in the harsh horn and groundless accusations.
All this has disappeared. Birds and cicadas in childhood.
I quickened my pace, and all I could do was the headlights and the man's sight.
Disappear as soon as possible
Now I hear the sigh of dead leaves
The river stopped singing.
Life may be like this.
Dreams dot the years.
Years usually crush dreams.
When I look back on the road.
Facing the shallow sun and moon now
It needs some roughness and sharpness.
I know I can't fly freely in my life.
But for the sake of faith, you also have to make a flying gesture.
Spend the rest of your life like this fallen leaf
8. Poems about going home
Find the way home
Open your hazy eyes
I don't know the date now.
I don't want to know when this time is.
I'm still looking for my way home.
Although I have walked many busy streets.
How many places of interest have you passed?
There is no relief in my heart.
Only I am wandering.
The cool wind blows on the thin clothes.
Hunger begins in the stomach and spreads to the whole body.
I don't want wealth. Big fish and meat.
I just want a warm home.
But now I have nothing.
I'm going to find my way home again.
Because I don't want to lose this last glimmer of hope
Because I believe in miracles.
I'm still looking for my way home.
go home for Spring Festival
I answered my mother's phone for the last time.
Ask me how far it is from home.
Take off your fatigue.
look up
Goukou building goes straight into the clouds.
But this is not my dream home.
One after another.
It's all about racing against time
I went home for the Spring Festival at night 30 years ago.
So I lit a cigarette on the way.
Let the soaring thoughts
With this last journey
Piaoxiang home
Dream home
It's already full of lights and smoke.
Father is in the sound of fireworks and firecrackers
Hang lanterns, paste blessings and paste Spring Festival couplets.
Mom cooked soaked meat and gray tofu fruit.
It tastes especially sweet.