Poetry of going home

The poem of going home is as follows:

First of all, the "Homecoming Book" one

Tang: He is Zhang Zhi.

Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed.

When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from.

Poetic:

He left his hometown as a teenager and didn't come back until his twilight years. Although the local accent has not changed, the hair on the sideburns has become sparse.

The children in the village didn't know me when they saw me. They smiled and asked me, guest officer, where are you from?

Second, the "homecoming book" is second

Tang: He is Zhang Zhi.

I have been away from my hometown for many years, and I have been half-dead recently.

Only in front of Jinghu Lake, the spring breeze does not change the waves of the past.

Poetic:

I have been away from my hometown for too long. When I came back, I found that most people in my hometown had disappeared.

Only the clear water in front of Jinghu Lake is still rippled by the spring breeze.

Third, "crossing the Han River"

Tang: Song Wenzhi.

The south, who was exiled to Lingnan, cut off contact with relatives, survived the winter and experienced a new year.

The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home.

Poetic:

Exile in Lingnan cut off the news of relatives, survived the winter and experienced a new year.

The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to ask about people from my hometown.

Fourth, "Chang 'an Autumn Night"

Don: Rong Yu.

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.

Poetic:

The nights in August are getting longer and longer, and I often get up early when I am sad.

Shut the door and do nothing. The yard is full of lush autumn grass.

Last night, I dreamed that I returned to the shogunate in southern Beijing.

The wanderer from afar is back, and it is good to be poor at home.