Poems about homesickness

1. I advise you to drink a glass of wine, and there will be no old friends when you leave Yangguan in the west. --Wang Wei

2. I am only seven days old and have been away from home for two years. After returning to the wild geese, my thoughts are in front of the flowers. (Xue Daoheng's "People Think of Returning Every Day")

3. Wherever the sails can be anchored at sunset, one's heart will be broken at the sight of the horizon. --Meng Haoran

4. When the young boy left home and his elder brother came back, his local pronunciation remained unchanged and his hair on his temples faded. When children meet each other but don't know each other, they laugh and ask where the visitor is from? "He Zhizhang's "Odd Book on Returning Hometown"

5. The garrison drum interrupts the pedestrian line, and there is the sound of wild geese in the autumn. The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown. All my brothers are scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death. The letter sent was not delivered, but the troops were not suspended.

6. Whose jade flute is flying quietly, and the spring breeze fills Luo City. In this nocturne, I hear the willow trees breaking, and who can forget the sentiments of my homeland? (Li Bai's "Listening to the Flute in Luo City on a Spring Night")

7. There is a bright moonlight in front of the bed, which is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown. (Li Bai's "Quiet Night Thoughts")

8. I wish you a long life and a long life. --Su Shi

9. Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during festive seasons. --Wang Wei

10. The shadow of the lone sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky. --Li Bai

11. A person who knows one's friends across the sea is as close as a neighbor to the end of the world. --Wang Bo

12. It’s the winter solstice in Handan Posthouse, and shadows in front of lanterns hugging one’s knees accompany me. I think that when I sit at home late at night, I should talk about people traveling far away.

13. In Jing'an's house, the window willows are used as willows, and the flowers blooming on the ground in front of the post platform. The spring lights in the two places end at the same day, and the residents miss their guests and the guests miss their home.

14. Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown. --Li Bai

15. You come from your hometown. You should know about your hometown. Tomorrow, in front of the beautiful window, the winter plum blossoms have not yet bloomed? (Wang Wei's "Miscellaneous Poems"

16. Traveling outside the green mountains, sailing in front of the green water. The tide is flat, the two sides are wide, the wind is blowing, and the sail is hanging. The sea is full of life. In the last night, Jiang Chun has entered the old year. Where can I go to return to Yanluoyang? (Wang Wan's "Ci Beigu Mountain"

17. It has been ten years since the guest house was in Bingzhou, and I remember Xianyang day and night. I crossed the Sanggan River for no reason, but I thought Bingzhou was my hometown. (Liu Zao's "Lvci Shuofang") 18. The sound of the book outside the mountain is broken, and the feeling of being close to the hometown is even more timid after winter. Come. "Crossing the Han River" in Song Dynasty

19. Farewell to Nanpu, the west wind blows in the autumn. I feel heartbroken when I leave.

20. Please ask Dong Dong. Flowing water, who cares about it? -- Li Bai's classic poems about homesickness (56 items)

1. From now on, the dream is thousands of miles away, and every night in Yueyang Tower - "Man Ting Fang" by Xu Junbao's wife. ·Prosperity in Han Dynasty"

2. The thousand-mile clear river is like a train, and the green peaks are like clusters. ——Wang Anshi's "Guizhixiang·Going to see it off"

3. There are many people who hear it from neighbors. Sighing, all the far-away visitors shed tears when they miss their homes. ——Li Qi’s "Listening to An Wanshan Playing the Zhen Song"

4. Twelve miles away, the homeland is three thousand miles away. ——Wang Tingyun, "Feng Qiwu·Decaying Willow." The ground is covered with sparse moss"

5. I blame the king and his grandson for not remembering the early return date - Mei Yaochen's "Su Muzhe·Cao"

6. The dish is full of sauce. , Songs and Bamboo Branches - Sima Guang's "Sending Zhang Si Cheng Jin to Zhi Fu Shun Jian"

7. The journey to the river is long - Lu You's "Nanxiangzi·Returning to Dreams and Sent to Wu Qiang".

8. I don’t know where I am playing the reed pipe, and I am marching all night to see my hometown. ——Li Yi’s "Listening to the Flute in Shoujiang City at Night"

9. Nostalgic Song of Listening to the Flute in the Sky. , When you go to the hometown, you will look like a dead person. ——Liu Yuxi's "Rewarding Lotte at the First Banquet in Yangzhou"

10. After passing through the Nakan Hotel, only the empty book was sent to his hometown. ——Wang Jian's " Wei Yang sent a message to the second curtain at the end of winter"

11. The book is as affectionate as an old friend, and the joy and sorrow are always close to each other in the morning and evening - Yu Qian's "Guan Shu"

12. You come from your hometown. Come, you should know about your hometown. ——Wang Wei's "Three Miscellaneous Poems·It" 13. I am more timid when I am close to my hometown, and I dare not ask people who come. ——Song Zhiwen's "Crossing the Han River"

14. Draw pictures to understand the spring breeze, and wear the sky to return to the soul of the night moon - Du Fu's "Five Odes to the Ancient Monuments"

15. The country is really worthy of love, and the time is precious. He Qing. ——Bai Juyi's "Ten Rhymes for a Cold Food Day in Luoqiao"

Sixteenth, the wind and rain come at night, and spring seems to want to leave people behind. ——Xin Qiji's "Going to Xiping to Send Du Shugao off"

< p> 17. Crouching dragons and leaping horses end up in the loess, and the human affairs and news are filled with loneliness. - Du Fu's "Ge Night"

18. The east wind is gradually greening the willows of the West Lake, and the geese have returned, but the people have not returned south. ——Zhou Mi's "High Balcony·Send Chen Junheng to be summoned"

Nineteenth, just after returning, the green color of Nanshan remains the same. ——Pan Xibai's "Nine Days of Dayou"

20. However, the Yangtze River cannot be controlled, and the smell of rivers and lakes is endless. ——Chen Liang's "Niannujiao·Dengduojinglou"

21. Xuan Shang is as inherent as it is, and has aroused people's thoughts for thousands of years. ——Liu Ji's "Picture of Taigong Fishing in the Wei River"

22. If you think of the peaches and plums in your hometown, you should also blame the moon and the wind.

——Zhao Chong's "Qingpingle·Huairen"

23. Where is the hometown in the northwest? How many times can I see the full moon in the southeast. ——Bai Juyi "Looking at the Moon in the Pavilion on the Night of August 15th"

24. A cup of turbid wine can lead to a home thousands of miles away, but Yan Ran has no plan to return home. ——Fan Zhongyan's "The Fisherman's Proud Autumn Thoughts"

Twenty-five, more red, fresh and cold, not round, like cherries. ——Zheng Xie's "Man Jiang Hong·Homesickness"

26. People who come from the south to the north get old. ——Wang Tingyun "Feng Qiwu· Decaying willows and sparse moss covering the ground"

27. The sword flowers are cold, sitting at night makes me feel strong, and it is a foreign country. ——Zhang Kejiu's "Man Ting Fang·Nine Days in the Guesthouse"

Twenty-eight, a young man listens to the rain and is a guest in the boat. ——Jiang Jie's "Poppy Listening to the Rain"

Twenty-nine, when the young man left his hometown and the old man returned, his local pronunciation did not change and his hair on his temples faded. ——He Zhizhang's "Two Occasional Letters on Returning to Hometown"

Thirty. The spring scenery is moving in the border town, and the guests miss their hometown. ——He Xun's "Thoughts on the Border Town"

Thirty-one, turn around and travel far away, climb the osmanthus and look up to the sky. ——Du Fu's "Two Poems on the Night of August 15th"

Thirty-two. I have not taken over the world and the land of Hehuang, and I do not intend to look back at my hometown. ——Linghu Chu's "Four Poems on a Young Journey"

Thirty-three, it is difficult to return home. ——Chiang's daughter "Reduced Words Mulan Hua·Ti Xiongzhou Station"

Thirty-four, drinking golden flower wine in a foreign country, thousands of miles away, we are saddened by the wild geese. ——Lu Zhaolin's "View of the Travel on Xuanwu Mountain on September 9th"

Thirty-five, there is no dream in the travel pillow, and the cold is getting longer every time. ——Lu Benzhong's "Nan Gezi·Yi Road Invades the Slanting Moon"

Thirty-six. Only the mirror lake water in front of the door, the spring breeze does not change the old waves. ——He Zhizhang's "Two Occasional Letters on Returning to Hometown"

Thirty-seven. Guanshan is surrounded by mountains, and the hometown is thousands of miles away. ——Liu Chang's "Fragmented Sentences"

38. I can't help but feel that my motherland is sinking, and I travel overseas to find close friends. ——Qiu Jin "Partridge Sky·Can't help but feel the sinking of the motherland"

Thirty-nine. Where can I send the salt to the old man? My destiny is in Wuxing. ——Chen Ke's "Linjiang Immortal·Ten Years of Soldiers in the Four Seas Are Unable to Comprehend"

Forty, playing the sword, singing and playing with a bitter sound, dragging the train to the king's door is not suitable. ——Li Bai "Traveling is Difficult·Qi"

41. There are many people who are sick and have no food, and they have not reached their hometown after thousands of miles. ——Lu Lun's "Sick Soldiers"

42. The Ark is very safe, but it is difficult to leave and think about it! The lone wild goose flies south and passes by the court president mourning. ——Cao Zhi's "Six Miscellaneous Poems·Part 1"

Forty-three, the south of the Yangtze River is free from sorrow and sorrow, and it is better to travel along the ancient road and return to Yanpingsha. ——Wang Yisun's "High Balcony·Hezhou Cao Chuang Sends Rhymes to Friends in Yue"

Forty-four, returning wild geese Hengqiu, tired travelers miss home. ——Zhang Kejiu's "Nine Days of Gui Gui Ling"

Forty-five, the sea people live in the sea without homes, and the elephants who fish for pearls are a new year's gift. ——Wang Jian's "Ballad of the Sea People"

Forty-six, the sunset is far away, and I feel sad when I come to the ancient city. ——Li Baiyao's "Autumn Evening Climb to the Ancient City"

Forty-seven, the place where Xifa comes, Yishan is green. ——Liu Kezhuang's "Man Jiang Hong·He Wang Shi's Rhyme Sends Zheng Bochang"

48. The children were deeply surprised when they saw the story, but asked where their hometown was. ——Yin Yao Fan's "Tongzhou Dragon Boat Festival"

49. Unique official tourists are surprised by the new phenology. ——Du Shenyan's "Early Spring Tour with Lu Cheng in the Jinling Mausoleum"

50. When traveling in the fields, every house is closed. ——Yao He's "Zhuang Ju Ye Xing"

Fifty-one, I missed my return in the day, but I failed to live up to the diligent Du Yu. ——Wang Lan's "Niannujiao·Take refuge in the river and write in the new pavilion"

On the 52nd, September 9th, I looked at the mountains and rivers, and returned to my heart to look at the accumulated wind and smoke. ——Lu Zhaolin's "View of the Xuanwu Mountain Travel on September 9th"

Fifty-three, starting in the morning to recruit priests, the travelers mourned their hometown. ——Wen Tingyun's "Morning Journey to Shangshan"

Fifty-four. On Christmas Eve, I returned to my home mountain in my dream. ——Cui Yuyu's "Shui Diao Ge Tou Ti Jiange"

Fifty-five, the dream of returning home ends towards the setting sun. ——Wu Wenying "Feng Qiwu·Jiachen Qixi Festival"

Fifty-six, the wild geese are falling, deep in the cold reeds.

——Zhang Yuanqian's "Congratulations to the Bridegroom and to the Prime Minister Li Boji" Good quotes about homesickness

There is a continuous drizzle outside the window; the wind is beating on my window lattice again tonight, and my homesickness is like a soaked seed, It swelled for no reason. The dream that had been wandering for many days vaguely climbed up the winding path in the village.

Who is that, playing the homesick song with the sound of the flute on the moonlit night? , the melancholy melody inadvertently filled the wasteland in my heart; who was reading that homesick ancient poem every night, the melancholy notes moved the boundless and tranquil nostalgia. I once thought that I was used to living from morning to night in this strange city. On the fifth day of the month, in those days of frustration, the mountains and rivers of my hometown have gradually drifted away. Looking back suddenly, I discovered the fragrance that was sealed in my heart, and realized that I was a flying kite, no matter where I was. No matter where I am, the rope of my soul will always be tied to the sycamore tree in front of my hometown.

A sudden rain has wetted all my memories, and my nostalgia is like a garden full of leeks; it has grown Cut; cut and grow. Everything in my hometown flashes in my memory. In my lonely heart, my thoughts are swimming like a fish. I was once indulged in the frustration of life, but the mountains and rivers, the simple people, the people of my hometown The eternal gesture is translated into a wordless song and a rhymeless poem in poetry, but my soul has long since wandered away, returned to my hometown through thousands of mountains and rivers, and is harmonious and honest. The folks tasted the pure rice wine together.

When the geese flying south can no longer be seen in the sky, when the leaves on the sycamore trees turn yellow and green, my unchanging homesickness remains the same. It is played leisurely, just like the clear and distant sound of the flute in my hometown, which is endless; it is also like Empress Li's "Separation from hatred is just like green grass, you can travel farther and still be alive".