2. Modern poems praising the family
Poetry about the modernity of homeland 1. Modern homeland poems
What is home? Novel: What are Qin Mo's poems? What is home?
A thousand words!
I've traveled all over the world, all over China!
From small memories to big memories!
Barefoot when I was a child,
Snuggle under your parents' shoulders!
Feel very warm and sweet home!
Let the birds in the tree envy them!
I said when I grow up,
Be sure to let your parents have food and clothing and enjoy a happy life!
Watch the sunrise early and enjoy the rosy clouds late!
After graduation,
There is always a sound when you go out.
In a foreign land, I sang' often go home'!
At that time, home was my concern,
Every time I think about it, tears come to my eyes!
After marriage, warmth is home.
Whether it's windy or rainy outside,
Home is like a warm harbor!
There's another one waiting for her at the port!
I once asked her what is home?
She said it was rice, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar tea!
now
Responsibility and dedication have become a family!
Parents spend a lot of time!
The contradiction between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law has intensified!
Sadness and joy all day!
Tired! ! Tired! !
Where is home?
2. Modern poems describing writers
Sitting in the silent classroom
The spring scenery outside caught my eye.
Took me back to the Spring Festival Gala many years ago.
Then I remembered the first two sentences of a song.
My thoughts are stuck in the past.
Faye Wong's "I do" came out of my mouth.
I came to my senses in a low voice.
Western clouds float in the communication between heaven and earth.
I kept going on my way home.
Trees with tender leaves on both sides blocked a ray of sunshine in the evening.
Fog rose in the distant fields.
feel that one is flying up towards heaven like an immortal
Around the forest
Birds in the forest often hear two homing songs.
The road home is darker and quieter.
3. Modern homeland poems
Three modern poems about home and country for reference.
"Going home for the New Year" Author: Diligence
Home is the carrier of a year.
A year is the joy of home.
Wan Li and Wan Li are unobstructed.
Come home dusty.
Happy new year's dinner
Heart flowers are more colorful than fireworks.
Zi Gui's "Year of the Farmer"
Blowing wind
Want to see what happened in the house?
Eyes glued to the glass window.
The kitchen will cook the sadness of the past.
The elders counted the ups and downs of the past.
Children watch good days on TV.
Thinking about living a well-off life
The room is shaking.
The illusion of aging and soaking
Keep pouring out of the jar
All the mellow fragrance
Taste happiness.
The dog's tail wagged merrily.
Chickens and ducks chase their owners.
There are dances and light music from time to time.
So that's life.
The daffodils on the windowsill nodded sensibly.
The wind passed quietly.
"Go home again" by He Kan
This is not a good time for an appointment. outer
In winter, my life has been fragmented.
Greetings to you are as rare as yesterday.
From beginning to end, a fiery red river.
Don't wander in the dreams along the way as usual.
The voice on the shore returned to childhood,
First crisp, then round.
If we take some detours,
The distant mountains are lonely and silent,
People are looking for him, but they are like fireworks in full bloom in the sky.
Fireworks get cold easily. The dream of hometown is fading.
4. Poems about home
Watching the moon on fifteen nights
Wang Jian
Bai Shu cheered in the atrium,
Coody Leng silent wet osmanthus.
Tonight, the moon is full of hope,
I wonder who Qiu Si belongs to.
Melancholy Qiu Si
Ji Zhang
Look at the autumn wind in Luoyang,
The writer's book is full of meaning.
I can't talk about it in a hurry
Pedestrians came and opened again.
――
Autumn wind songs
-Liu Yuxi
Where is the autumn wind?
Xiao Xiao sent the goose.
Chao lai ru Shu ting,
Lonely guests smell first.
―
Endless desire
Nalanxingde
A ride on the mountain, a ride on the water, and a trip to Guan Yu, with thousands of lights 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.
Tianjin Sha Qiu Si
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.
People miss home every day.
Xue Daoheng
Spring is only seven days away,
I have been away from home for two years.
When people return to the geese,
Think before and after.
5. Poems about descriptors
A poem describing a writer.
How bright the moonlight is at home! Home is the best and final destination of a poet's soul. Let's listen to the poet's exposition of home.
What is home?
Home is the cold plum in Wang Wei's Miscellaneous Poems. "Before going to bed tomorrow, will the first cold flower bloom?" .
Home is the bright moon in Li Bai's "Thinking of a Quiet Night", "Looking up, I found it was moonlight, and then looking back, I suddenly thought of home".
Home is the nine ileum of Ma Zhiyuan's "Qiu Si" in which "when the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world".
Home is, but I look towards home, the twilight is getting deeper and deeper, and the river waves of the Yellow Crane Tower in Cui Hao are covered with a sad mist. A wisp of melancholy.
Home is Li Bai's "Smelling Flutes in Luoyang City on a Spring Night". "The rest of the flutes fly in the dark, scattered in the spring breeze and full of Luo". That sultry nocturne.
Home is the nocturne of "Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell goes to the passenger ship" in Zhang Ji's a night-mooring near maple bridge.
Home is Wang Anshi's "Dengguazhou", "Spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan, when will the bright moon shine on me?"
Home is a note written by Li Shangyin to a friend in the north on a rainy night. * * * Cut the candle at the west window, it's time to say it's raining late.
Watching the moon on fifteen nights
Wang Jian
Bai Shu cheered in the atrium,
Coody Leng silent wet osmanthus.
Tonight, the moon is full of hope,
I wonder who Qiu Si belongs to.
Melancholy Qiu Si
Ji Zhang
Look at the autumn wind in Luoyang,
The writer's book is full of meaning.
I can't talk about it in a hurry
Pedestrians came and opened again.
――
Autumn wind songs
-Liu Yuxi
Where is the autumn wind?
Xiao Xiao sent the goose.
Chao lai ru Shu ting,
Lonely guests smell first.
―
Endless desire
Nalanxingde
A ride on the mountain, a ride on the water, and a trip to Guan Yu, with thousands of lights 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.
Tianjin Sha Qiu Si
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.
People miss home every day.
Xue Daoheng
Spring is only seven days away,
I have been away from home for two years.
When people return to the geese,
Think before and after.
Wash away the clear autumn for rainy days. The frost wind is getting colder and tighter, and the river is left out. Red flowers wither everywhere, and all the beautiful scenery gradually disappears. Only the gushing water of the Yangtze river flows eastward without sound. Without the heart to climb the distance and overlook the distant home, it is difficult to gather the desire to go home. Sigh for years, why stay. Want to be beautiful and build a new building? I hope I miss it a few times, and God knows the boat. Fighting for me, leaning against the railing, I'm worried. Su Mu [Song] Zhou Bangyan
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. Letter from the capital [Ming] Yuan Kai
6. Who knows if there are any modern or ancient poems about home?
Home is the cold plum in Wang Wei's Miscellaneous Poems. "Before going to bed tomorrow, will the first cold flower bloom?" .
Home is the bright moon in Li Bai's "Thinking of a Quiet Night", "Looking up, I found it was moonlight, and then looking back, I suddenly thought of home". Home is Ma Zhiyuan's "sunset, heartbroken people in the end of the world" in Qiu Si. Home is, but I look towards home, the twilight is getting deeper and deeper, and the river waves of the Yellow Crane Tower in Cui Hao are covered with a sad mist.
A wisp of melancholy. Home is Li Bai's "Smelling Flutes in Luoyang City on a Spring Night". "The rest of the flutes fly in the dark, scattered in the spring breeze and full of Luo".
That sultry nocturne. Home is the nocturne of "Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell goes to the passenger ship" in Zhang Ji's a night-mooring near maple bridge.
Home is Wang Anshi's "Dengguazhou", "Spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan, when will the bright moon shine on me?" Home is a note written by Li Shangyin to a friend in the north on a rainy night. * * * Cut the candle at the west window, it's time to say it's raining late.
7. Poems about hometown (ancient or modern)
Thoughts in the dead of night
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly,
Is there frost already? ,
Looking up, I found it was moonlight.
Looking down, I feel nostalgic.
Wang Wei-thinking of my Shandong brother on vacation in the mountains.
I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
Ci Yin Mu
The thread in the loving mother's hand,
Make clothes for her wayward son.
She sewed it carefully, mended it thoroughly,
Afraid that the delay would make him come home late.
But how much love does an inch of grass have,
Make three spring scenery.
Yellow Crane Tower
Every tree in Hanyang becomes clear in the water.
Parrot Island is a nest of sweet grass.
But I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker.
The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy.
1. I often go, Yangliu is Yiyi; I want to come today, it's raining->
2. Mourning can make you cry, and looking far can make you return to China-Han Yuefu Folk Songs >
3. Humayi North Wind, Crossing the South Branch of the Bird's Nest-Nineteen Ancient Poems by Han
4. But how much love did the grass get-Don Meng Jiao >
5. Now, approaching my village and meeting people, I dare not ask a question-Tang Song Wen Zhi >
You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! When you passed my window, was the plum blossom Han Mei's flower? -Tang Wang Wei >
7. The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is it frosty already? Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank again, and I suddenly remembered home-Don Li Bai >
8. Where is your hometown? Unless you are drunk, forget it-Song Liqingzhao >
9. miss your relatives more during the festive season-Tang Wangwei >
10. It's moonlit tonight. I wonder who Qiu Si will fall into-Don Wang Jian >
1 1. Everyone gradually feels strange in the local accent, but they hate singing birds like Laoshan-Downs Kong Tu >
12. Only the lake is reflected in front of the door, and the spring breeze does not change the old waves-Tang He Zhang Zhi >
13. Teenagers leave home, old people return, and the local accent remains unchanged. -Tang He Zhangzhi >
14. He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! -Tang Du Fu >;
15. Sadness is more than sadness. Parting-Warring States. Chu. Qu yuan >
16. The day of parting is far away, but the day of clothing is slow-Korea. >
17. After the wild goose falls, think before the flowers-Sui Xue Daoheng >
18. Stay away from hatred like grass in spring. You can go further and live-Li Yu of Southern Tang Dynasty >
19. If you keep cutting, the reason is still chaotic, which means leaving sadness. Especially the general taste is in your heart-Li Yu >
20. It is easier to see when you are away, and the water is gone in spring. What a heaven and earth-Li Yu >
2 1. It's almost as difficult for friends to meet each other. As for the rising stars-Don Du Fu >;
22. I advise you to drink one more glass of wine. There is no reason to go abroad-Don Wang Wei >
23. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows a gentleman-Tang Gaoshi >
24. The Peach Blossom Pond is deeper in thousands of feet than in Wang Lun-Li Bai >
25. The last time we met in the flowers, in the flowers where we parted, it has been a year since it bloomed today-Don Wei Wu Ying >
26. I've known her for a long time, and we've been apart for a long time. The east wind rises and flowers fall-Tang Shangyin >
27. Candles have a heart to say goodbye and cry for others until dawn. -Don Mutu >
28. If there is no north-south road outside the door, people should avoid sad parting-Don Mutu >
29. Peach, plum, spring breeze, a glass of wine, a lamp for ten years. —— Huang Song Ting Jian >
30. Alone at the bottom of the river, the moonlight is like water. Where are the people who came to see the moon together? The scenery is vaguely like last year-Tang Zhaoxian >
3 1. There should be no hate. When will it grow into a circle? -history >
32. I wish people a long time and take Wan Li Road. -history >
homesickness
In childhood
Homesickness is a small stamp.
I'm at this end
Mom is over there.
When I grow up
Homesickness is a narrow ticket.
I'm at this end
The bride is over there.
We'll talk about it later.
Homesickness is a low grave.
I am outside
Mom's inside.
But now
Homesickness is a shallow strait.
I'm at this end
The mainland is over there
Modern poems about praising the family 1. Modern poetry about family
What is home? Novel: What are Qin Mo's poems? What is home?
A thousand words!
I've traveled all over the world, all over China!
From small memories to big memories!
Barefoot when I was a child,
Snuggle under your parents' shoulders!
Feel very warm and sweet home!
Let the birds in the tree envy them!
I said when I grow up,
Be sure to let your parents have food and clothing and enjoy a happy life!
Watch the sunrise early and enjoy the rosy clouds late!
After graduation,
There is always a sound when you go out.
In a foreign land, I sang' often go home'!
At that time, home was my concern,
Every time I think about it, tears come to my eyes!
After marriage, warmth is home.
Whether it's windy or rainy outside,
Home is like a warm harbor!
There's another one waiting for her at the port!
I once asked her what is home?
She said it was rice, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar tea!
now
Responsibility and dedication have become a family!
Parents spend a lot of time!
The contradiction between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law has intensified!
Sadness and joy all day!
Tired! ! Tired! !
Where is home?
2. Praise the modern poems in my hometown
1, the beauty of hometown
Sweet hometown water,
The most beautiful thing is the local accent.
Sweet water and beautiful local accent-
Better than jade liquid,
Just like Yue Xian on earth!
Wandering around the world alone.
2. Hometown
My hometown is in that beautiful place.
The pine trees all over the mountain are like a green ocean.
Float in the wind and dance.
The sound of pine trees sounds like a symphony.
The embrace of pine trees and pine trees is a symbol of unity.
Proudly tall and straight is the pillar of hometown
Surrounded by mountains, flowers are floating everywhere.
Beautiful scenery near the mountains and rivers
The river is sparkling.
It is even more brilliant to be shaded by trees.
Hometown haunted by dreams
You are my loveliest hometown
3. "Song of Hometown"
You see, there are some wrinkles on the faces of hometown people.
But she is still young.
Who has the strength to work?
Just shout at the valley: hometown
She looks young, but she forgets many things.
Including one's own birth and marriage.
There are many rules in my hometown, and everything is balanced between yin and yang.
The only thing I don't talk about is qualifications.
Children and grandchildren are called by their first names.
She doesn't hurt her self-esteem at all.
My hometown has never been far away in my life.
Every time the opportunity comes, she always says:
Who will take care of you and your children after I leave-
Helpless-
Children who travel far away must take her avatar with them.
My hometown has never cheated anyone.
So far-
She is still outside the internet, enjoying peace.
Extended data:
Modern poetry, also known as "vernacular poetry", can be traced back to the late Qing Dynasty, which is a kind of poetry. Compared with classical poetry, although it is written for feeling things, it is generally informal in format and rhythm.
Modern poetry is free in form and rich in connotation. Image management is more important than rhetoric application, which completely breaks through the characteristics of ancient poetry "gentle and sincere, mourning without complaining", and puts more emphasis on free and open, straightforward statement and communication between "feeling and invisibility"
The representative figures of China's modern poetry are: Xu Zhimo, Beidao, Gu Cheng and Haizi.
Sogou encyclopedia-modern poetry
3. Modern homeland poems
Three modern poems about home and country for reference.
"Going home for the New Year" Author: Diligence
Home is the carrier of a year.
A year is the joy of home.
Wan Li and Wan Li are unobstructed.
Come home dusty.
Happy new year's dinner
Heart flowers are more colorful than fireworks.
Zi Gui's "Year of the Farmer"
Blowing wind
Want to see what happened in the house?
Eyes glued to the glass window.
The kitchen will cook the sadness of the past.
The elders counted the ups and downs of the past.
Children watch good days on TV.
Thinking about living a well-off life
The room is shaking.
The illusion of aging and soaking
Keep pouring out of the jar
All the mellow fragrance
Taste happiness.
The dog's tail wagged merrily.
Chickens and ducks chase their owners.
There are dances and light music from time to time.
So life is like this.
The daffodils on the windowsill nodded sensibly.
The wind passed quietly.
"Go home again" by He Kan
This is not a good time for an appointment. outer
In winter, my life has been fragmented.
Greetings to you are as rare as yesterday.
From beginning to end, a fiery red river.
Don't wander in the dreams along the way as usual.
The voice on the shore returned to childhood,
First crisp, then round.
If we take some detours,
The distant mountains are lonely and silent,
People are looking for him, but they are like fireworks in full bloom in the sky.
Fireworks get cold easily. The dream of hometown is fading.
4. Praise my modern poems.
There is no hill in front of my house.
Surrounded by tall buildings,
The old building next door once stood tall,
Now my family is a head taller.
Convenient transportation, subway,
There's a highway around here,
The roads are interlocking,
The international airport is not far from being repaired.
Although the house is not luxurious,
Cold, warm and geothermal,
The balcony overlooks five clouds,
Endless beauty.
Exquisite interior decoration,
Antiques and jade articles make celebrities,
Make a pot of tea leisurely,
People who enjoy tea and scenery will forget their troubles.
-since you don't want to express your feelings, write about the scenery.
5. What are the modern poems praising hometown?
There is a street, an old street, a pot of wine, a pot of old wine, a photo and an old photo in my hometown. There used to be many people in the street, but many of them were familiar with each other. Look at their faces, they are all printed with sunshine, smiles, hope for tomorrow and joy of family reunion. All this is like a pot of wine. You can never get tired of drinking it, and the older you get, the more fragrant it gets. It's like an inference. But every day, I have a new feeling. The autumn wind blew the leaves all over the floor. Don't make it too hasty. I just want it to represent light yellow, simple and fragrant. Because this is my home, my hometown. When I was a child, I always wondered how this winding road could be so long that it would never reach the end of the road. When I was a child, I always complained about this closed and crowded town. Let me never see the end of the sky. When I was a child, I wanted to fly very much. I always feel that my family has tied my wings. I always feel that my dream is sealed in love and I am always impatient. When I grow up, the roads and water in my hometown can only be recalled in my dreams. The city lights are bright, but the one that belongs to me is gone. The sky in the city is vast. However, I only lack wings to shelter me from the wind and rain. The long road of my hometown, now that I think about it, is like silk, which binds my wandering heart. If the city in my hometown is covered with sheds, it will be an eternal spiritual refuge for vagrants. The canopy sprinkled with moonlight in my hometown quietly fell from the end of the pen and gently poured back to my hometown. The silver moonlight was brittle and soft by the dog. The village stretched out its long ears to listen to the memories of the years shaking, silently breeding a deep homesickness. The old locust tree at the head of the village is as old as the years. Grandpa's story grew up here, covered by moonlight, and the stars fell asleep, knocking on the mellow and simple murmur of Chai Men. Under the oil lamp, my mother's rural songs slowly merged into the soles of my shoes, and the emotion of biting me moved the poplar outside the door to shake off the moonlight, which made the barking of dogs floating outside the village even more moved. The moonlight looking at the treetops was gently bitten, and the village turned the gentle night into dawn in a deep sleep. Ah, hometown, hometown, you are the cradle of my happiness! Ah, hometown, you are my mother! Ah, hometown, you are for my suffering relatives. Hometown, hometown, you are my support, you are my only one! In the stormy waves of Hukou of the Yellow River, I heard the enduring passion. In Xue Hai, Mount Everest, I stare at a kind of purity that remains unchanged for thousands of years. At the top of the Oriental Pearl Tower, I felt a kind of gaze overlooking everything. In the tunnel of Terracotta Warriors, I felt a kind of grandeur and depth. In a fire rising in a foreign land, I feel a kind of blessing and sincerity ... Oh, motherland, what are you? You are the land under your feet. It used to be a brilliant mountain and river. 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. This used to be a land of eating chaff and swallowing vegetables naked for thousands of miles. However, you are a land of perseverance and self-improvement. Now, you are a carrier of the times with a strong spring breeze ... your hometown is beautiful. My hometown is beautiful. The most beautiful is the water in that hometown. The sun shines in the lotus water and sleeps in strings of gold and silver beads. Ah, the moon falls on the lake, and the water in that hometown is my favorite. Brother is sitting on the water piano, and Liu Er is drunk. Sister's sister is busy washing clothes. Ah, the laughter is crisp. The most beautiful is the soft hometown. The wind by the water gently blows the sky. Swallows flying far away, please hurry back to the beauty of your hometown. Best of all, people in that hometown sing every day, which makes them happy every year. The beauty of hometown is rooted in the heart. The beauty of my hometown lies in the peace of my hometown near the water and the wind blowing gently into the sky. Wanderers flying far away, please hurry back to the beauty of your hometown. The beauty of my hometown lies in the peace by the water and the wind blowing gently into the sky. Swallow years are cold, and hometown is slack. In the cold night, this yearning went to the Woods and farmland. Holding corn stalks, playing hide and seek, playing childish. The north wind blows, the snowflakes float and the music is long. At the foot of Langya Mountain, it is my hometown and my cradle. Shili Golden Beach, Shili Peach Blossom Garden. With how many years of wind and rain? The most unforgettable thing is in the summer vacation: catching cicadas in the shade. In the pond: playing with each other and picking lotus. Seaside: Fishing boats sailing against the stormy waves. In the fishing song: at night, I don't think about it. How much do I expect in my dream? Looking forward to my hometown, I feel very cordial. The scenery in my hometown is good and the water in my hometown is sweet. When will I win? My hometown is a beautiful place. It is difficult for Li Bai to write the cornerstone of his childhood. He always misses the cliff-Zhejiang Xia Zi's poems.
6. Poems about descriptors
A poem describing a writer.
How bright the moonlight is at home! Home is the best and final destination of a poet's soul. Let's listen to the poet's exposition of home.
What is home?
Home is the cold plum in Wang Wei's Miscellaneous Poems. "Before going to bed tomorrow, will the first cold flower bloom?" .
Home is the bright moon in Li Bai's "Thinking of a Quiet Night", "Looking up, I found it was moonlight, and then looking back, I suddenly thought of home".
Home is the nine ileum of Ma Zhiyuan's "Qiu Si" in which "when the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world".
Home is, but I look towards home, the twilight is getting deeper and deeper, and the river waves of the Yellow Crane Tower in Cui Hao are covered with a sad mist. A wisp of melancholy.
Home is Li Bai's "Smelling Flutes in Luoyang City on a Spring Night". "The rest of the flutes fly in the dark, scattered in the spring breeze and full of Luo". That sultry nocturne.
Home is the nocturne of "Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell goes to the passenger ship" in Zhang Ji's a night-mooring near maple bridge.
Home is Wang Anshi's "Dengguazhou", "Spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan, when will the bright moon shine on me?"
Home is a note written by Li Shangyin to a friend in the north on a rainy night. * * * Cut the candle at the west window, it's time to say it's raining late.
Watching the moon on fifteen nights
Wang Jian
Bai Shu cheered in the atrium,
Coody Leng silent wet osmanthus.
Tonight, the moon is full of hope,
I wonder who Qiu Si belongs to.
Melancholy Qiu Si
Ji Zhang
Look at the autumn wind in Luoyang,
The writer's book is full of meaning.
I can't talk about it in a hurry
Pedestrians came and opened again.
――
Autumn wind songs
-Liu Yuxi
Where is the autumn wind?
Xiao Xiao sent the goose.
Chao lai ru Shu ting,
Lonely guests smell first.
―
Endless desire
Nalanxingde
A ride on the mountain, a ride on the water, and a trip to Guan Yu, with thousands of lights 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.
Tianjin Sha Qiu Si
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.
People miss home every day.
Xue Daoheng
Spring is only seven days away,
I have been away from home for two years.
When people return to the geese,
Think before and after.
Wash away the clear autumn for rainy days. The frost wind is getting colder and tighter, and the river is left out. Red flowers wither everywhere, and all the beautiful scenery gradually disappears. Only the gushing water of the Yangtze river flows eastward without sound. Without the heart to climb the distance and overlook the distant home, it is difficult to gather the desire to go home. Sigh for years, why stay. Want to be beautiful and build a new building? I hope I miss it a few times, and God knows the boat. Fighting for me, leaning against the railing, I'm worried. Su Mu [Song] Zhou Bangyan
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. Letter from the capital [Ming] Yuan Kai