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.
(2) Home [Tang] Du Mu
The child held hands and asked, why don't you come back? * * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns?
(3) Homesickness [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.
[4] Yuan Kai [Ming] Letter
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.
5] See the mountain with Master Haochu to send relatives and friends to Jinghua [Tang] 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!
[6] Yan Wen [Tang] Wei Wuying
Where is your hometown? It's leisurely to think about it. Autumn night in Huainan, the high house smells wild geese coming.
(7) 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?
Inscription on the wall of Dayu Shanbei Inn (Song Wenzhi)
Nanfeiyan is on the cloudy moon, turning back here, just this month. Birds don't enter, but I don't travel far to Lingnan. I don't know when, when can I return home?
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.
(9) Farewell a friend at Jingmen Ferry (Li Bai)
Sail from Jingmen Ferry, and soon you will be with southerners. 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. The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.
⑽ "Moonlit Nights" (Du Fu)
A vagrant heard drums heralding battle, and geese sang in autumn. 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. Delivering books is often late. What can we expect in a war? .
⑾ Farewell (Sui folk songs)
Willow green hangs down to the ground, and flowers are long and sultry.
The wicker folding ruler flies away. Will pedestrians come back?
⑿ Looking at the bright moon for fifteen nights (Wang Jian)
There are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus in Coody Leng in the atrium.
I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight.
[13] When meeting a messenger who went to the capital.
The distance from the east home is very long, and the tears are wet and the sleeves are still flowing.
I'll meet you immediately, without paper and pen. Please tell my family that I'm safe.
[14] Xiuzi (Lu You)
I know that when I die, everything on earth has nothing to do with me. But the only thing that hurts me is that I failed to see the reunification of the motherland.
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 the pride of the fisherman (Fan Zhongyan)
The scenery in Qiu Lai is different. The wild geese in Hengyang go unnoticed and ring 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 don't sleep, and the general has white hair and tears.
Showing a Chemei boat crossing Wujiang River (Jie Jiang).
A piece of spring worries about wine. 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 Tianjin Sha Qiu Si (Ma Zhiyuan)
Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are thin horses.
When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
⒅ Prison Theme Wall (Tan Sitong)
Desperate to stop thinking about James Zhang, he endured death and treated Dugan for a while.
My smile goes from the horizontal knife to the sky and stays in the liver and gallbladder.
Chapter of Trick (Tan Sitong)
Everything in the world has reached the spring sorrow, and now I cry to the pale ghost.
Forty million people shed tears together. Where is China at the end of the world?
2. Praise the poems in my hometown. The years in Taoyuan are cold and my hometown is idle.
In the cold night, this yearning went to the Woods and farmland. Holding corn stalks, playing hide-and-seek and playing stubborn children.
The north wind blows, the snow floats and the music is long. At the foot of Langya Mountain is my hometown and my cradle.
Shili Golden Beach, Shili Peach Blossom Garden. Wind and rain, how many years? The hardest thing to forget, in the summer vacation: catching cicadas in the shade.
In the pond: playing with each other and picking lotus. Seaside: facing the stormy waves, sailing and swinging fishing boats.
In the fishing song: at night, don't think about it. How much hope is there in the dream? Looking at my hometown, I feel very cordial.
The scenery in my hometown is good and the water in my hometown is sweet. When is the triumph? 3. In the small mountain village of Yangqiling, chickens and dogs hear each other.
Get dressed and drive Chai Men. Welcome guests and invite old friends.
Spring breeze is a good time among birds and flowers. Singing ancient poems, guqin and stringed instruments.
Sit by the window and enjoy that piece, blue sky and white clouds. The mountain stream is clear and the pine forest is on the slope.
There are sheep far and near. Although in the afternoon, there was no meritorious military service.
At the foot of Shu Mountain, be a civilian. A game of chess, a cup of tea, ancient and modern, Qin Shihuang.
Accompanied by singing, you don't worry about Tao or poverty. How much affection? How much hate? Do not keep it.
The world is colorful, so why pursue it? China is beautiful, where is it not fascinating? This feeling is the purest. There is a little cold light in the broken study.
How many years? Never forget that hometown, that village. Whenever, go back to the old days, go back to the barren land.
Always accompany me: write about Kyushu and write about Sifang. One night, I once wrote a river of poems and songs.
Brilliant and exquisite. How many medals are still treasured.
Nowadays, the guests under the lamp have been ignored and disappeared, young lang. A pot of wine, drunk on the road.
The most desolate, lonely, go to heaven, tell the truth. May the future of our generation be more brilliant.
Looking at the sky, looking at lofty sentiments: still unrestrained. Where the iron pen is waved, the wind and waves are raging and every sentence is sung.
Nine, Qinyuan Chunsi 1. Away from the clear clouds, the grass is green, the river is curved and the path is long. Birds fly by under the blue sky and white clouds.
Summer color is not strong, rice and wheat are yellow. In the faint wind, there were bursts of songs and several scholars were walking.
In the field, the sunset glow was sent away and the sunrise was ushered in. The memory of a primary school taught me to sail from now on.
Although the ends of the earth, this feeling is unforgettable. Despite all the disasters, I'm still crazy.
Raise the sails, ride the wind and waves, and then nurture the pillars of ten thousand generations. During the journey, it was in full swing and radiant.
At the beginning of the river trip, it was cold and drizzling, raining and snowing, and the night was long. One is under the blue wall, and the other is at the desk.
Tears welled up in my eyes and sadness was faint. A piece of paper is hard to sue and has been scattered for many years. The cuckoo is crowing outside the window.
Wake up, my hometown dream, my missing. Stroll through the fisherman's yard and ask when the bright moon will follow. Since there is love, why not? Tears streaming down her face, how many poems are there? There are waves in my ears. Who is the river sobbing for? How much did the waves wash away? A hero.
3. Gu Song Louyue spits turbid wine, sings a song of Long song, and celebrates the Mid-Autumn Festival. Clouds break the moon, and the residual flowers make a shadow, which is relatively silent and autumn.
All kinds of difficulties go with the wind. Why must we face the sky like a fire? When the song is not finished, I sigh that the river flows, and the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. The past is the past, and how many omnipotent guests are there? Who can tell right from wrong? A few degrees in the spring and autumn, how much hate.
Walking through the castle peak, the scenery remains the same, and then looking for Li Bo in Panasonic, everyone is gone, leaving only an old song. 4. Danxia's visit to Pang Luohua is intentional, and the water is ruthless and the years are long.
I hate the size of the world, the sea of people, and no one shares my joys and sorrows. It's a long story Learn to be a singer and ask seagulls to heaven.
Why? Teenagers have become, white-haired old people? It's hard to raise a glass and hate shame when you get drunk. Although the iceberg is deep, the volcano runs.
But the world says: a barren hill. Wind, frost, rain and snow, silent for thousands of years, I do not know when to roar? Under heaven, for ordinary people, drive away the cold autumn.
References:
"Three hundred Poems", author: White jade years have been cold, hometown slack. In the cold night, this yearning went to the Woods and farmland.
Holding corn stalks, playing hide-and-seek and playing stubborn children. The north wind blows, the snow floats and the music is long.
At the foot of Langya Mountain is my hometown and my cradle. Shili Golden Beach, Shili Peach Blossom Garden.
Wind and rain, how many years? The hardest thing to forget, in the summer vacation: catching cicadas in the shade. In the pond: playing with each other and picking lotus.
Seaside: facing the stormy waves, sailing and swinging fishing boats. In the fishing song: at night, don't think about it.
How much hope is there in the dream? Looking at my hometown, I feel very cordial. The scenery in my hometown is good and the water in my hometown is sweet.
When is the triumph? References:
Jiaonan Jade Peony Painting Academy
3. Poems praising hometown in the stormy waves of Hukou of the Yellow River (original).
I heard lasting passion.
On Mount Everest, Xue Hai.
What I stare at is a kind of true purity that has not changed for thousands of years.
At the top of the Oriental Pearl Tower
I feel supercilious.
In the tunnel of terracotta warriors and horses
I feel a kind of boldness and depth.
In a fire rising in a foreign country
I feel a blessing and sincerity. ...
Oh, motherland, what are you?
You are the land under your feet.
There used to be beautiful scenery and traffic here.
Used to be a giant in the Qin and Han Dynasties.
This used to be the ruins of the watchtower looted by Eight-Nation Alliance.
It used to be a place to eat chaff and swallow vegetables thousands of miles away.
However, you are a hot spot of perseverance and self-improvement.
Now, you are the carrier of the times with strong spring breeze and progress. ...
4. Create a poem praising the autumn in his hometown of Henan.
Give off a faint fragrance.
Chrysanthemum in frost
Give a piece of wheat straw a season
Kiss the afterglow of the sunset
Love overflows gentle eyes.
Look at the fields calmly.
Passionate poems [National Day short poems: praise the motherland, praise the motherland.
Listen to the gurgling of the Yellow River.
A history bearing countless sufferings
Watch the river with high sediment concentration.
How many memories have you accumulated?
In a state of ruin
This is your old face
The hardships of childhood
Left an indelible mark [national day short poem: praise the motherland, praise the motherland.
Experienced hardships and hardships
Half a century of fighting
A far-reaching and long flow
Footprints of 5,000-year civilization
A long historical process
The heroic waves rolling in the past
The strings of time
Play today's brilliant melody
5. Praise the poems of hometown, seeking poems, not whole poems. Four poems are four homesickness.
Xi Murong
Furusato No Ut
This is a Qingyuan flute.
It always rings with the moon at night.
Liu Qifeng
Why am I interested in my hometown?
So in love,
Love is endless,
Love is endless. ...
Why am I interested in my hometown?
Too nostalgic
There are no regrets in life,
Die without regret.
Home beauty
Hometown is beautiful, and the most beautiful thing is the water in that hometown.
In the morning, the sun shines on the lotus and sleeps in the water.
Zhu Jin Athena Chu yi brochette
The moon landed on the lake.
Seeing the mountains and rivers with Hao Chu's master [Tang] Dai Shulun and sending relatives and friends to Beijing.
The sharp mountain by the sea is like a sword, and Qiu Lai cuts his heart everywhere.