Poems about writers 1. Poetry about going home.
1. You come from my old country.
Tell me what happened there! . When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? (Wang Wei's Miscellaneous Poems) 2. Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed.
Where do children come from when they meet strangers? "He zhang's" hometown couplet ") 3. The spine of the book is broken, winter returns to winter and spring returns to spring. The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home.
Song Wenzhi "Crossing the Han River") 4. Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.
... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang.
(Wang Wan's "The Next Berth on Beibao Mountain") 5. It's only seven days in spring and two years away from home. 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.
(Xue Daoheng's Homecoming) 6. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
(Li Bai's "Silent Night Thinking".
2. Poems about going home
1, it's ten frost in Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night.
After leaving my hometown, I stayed in Bingzhou for ten years and missed my hometown Xianyang day and night. 2. I can finally send my emissary? Geese, return to Luoyang.
I don't know when the letter from home will arrive. I hope the geese returning to the north will take it to Luoyang. 3. Xian Yi, young and old, left home, and the local accent has not changed.
When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from. I left my hometown when I was young and didn't come back until my twilight years.
Although my local accent hasn't changed, my hair on my sideburns has become sparse. None of the children knew me when they saw me.
They asked with a smile, where did this guest come from? 4, this nocturne has the taste of breaking willows, and no one can afford to miss it. One spring night in Los Angeles, I heard the flute. Tang Dynasty: Li Bai translated: In tonight's music, who wouldn't miss home because of the "broken willow" in his hometown? They said that the geese flying south came back this month.
Birds don't enter, but I don't travel far to Lingnan. I don't know when, when can I return home? On the wall of an inn in the north of Dayu Mountain in the Tang Dynasty, it was written: In October of the Song Dynasty, geese flew south. It is said that they all turned back when they flew to Dayuling.
Birds don't get in, but my trip is not over. I really don't know when and when I will be forgiven. .
3. What are the poems about "going home"?
1, you people from my old country, tell me what happened there! .
-Wang Wei's Miscellaneous Poems 2. When you leave home young, your local accent will not change. -He Zhangzhi's "Homecoming Book" 3. Now, approaching my village and meeting people, I dare not ask a question.
-Song Wenzhi "Crossing the Han River" 4. Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water. -Wang Wan's "The next berth on the North Fort Mountain" 5. After people return to geese, they think about flowers before.
-Xue Daoheng's "Going Home" 6. Looking up, I found that it was moonlight, and then sinking, I suddenly remembered home. -Li Bai's "Silent Night Thinking" 7. Whose rain flute is flying in the dark, and the spring breeze is full of Chinese fir.
-Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night" 8. It has been ten frosts in Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night. -Liu Zao's Travel Notes to the North 9. I can't go back when I look at my intestines.
-Bai Juyi's Nanpu Bie 10. Sit at home late at night and talk about people who travel far away. -Bai Juyi's Night Homesickness from Winter to Morning in Handan 1 1. Watching two spring scenes on the same day makes people homesick.
-Bai Juyi's "Looking at the Post Station" 12, because of doubts, the dream of returning home turned longer. -Zhu Chen is going home 13. I can finally send my messenger, Goose, to Luoyang.
—— Wang Wan's "The Next Berth on Beibao Mountain" 14, two spring scenery are the same day, and people are homesick. -Bai Juyi's "Wangyou Post Station" 15, where do children come from when they meet strangers? -He's Zhang's homecoming book.
4. Poems describing the feelings of returning home
1, I've only been away from home for seven days in spring. 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. -Southern and Northern Dynasties. Xue Daoheng's Homecoming
It's been seven days since spring and two years since I left home. The day of going home will fall behind the geese flying north in spring, but the idea of going home exists before the spring flowers bloom.
Every winter solstice in Handan, I always have a knee lamp. If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers. -Tang Bai Juyi's Night Thoughts on the Winter Solstice in Handan
When I stayed at Handan Inn, it happened to be the solstice festival in winter. I sat in front of the lamp with my knees in my arms, and only the shadow accompanied me. I believe my family will get together late tonight, and they should also talk about me as a traveler.
3. Xian Yi, young and old, left home, and the local accent has not changed. Where do children come from when they meet strangers? -Tang He Zhang's Back to School Book
I left my hometown when I was young and didn't come back until my twilight years. Although my local accent hasn't changed, my hair on my sideburns has become sparse. None of the children knew me when they saw me. They asked with a smile, where did this guest come from?
4. Nanpu is sad, and the west wind is autumn. Turn back immediately, my heart is broken, so I can leave and don't look back. -Don Bai Juyi's Nanpu Bie
In Nanpu, sad parting, bleak autumn wind. Looking back once is deeply grieved, then leave well and don't look back.
The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light, is it frosted already? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. -Tang Li Bai's "Silent Night Thinking"
The bright moonlight sprinkled on enough paper in front of the bed, as if the ground was covered with frost. I couldn't help looking up at the bright moon in the sky outside the window that day, and I couldn't help but bow my head and think of my hometown in the distance.
5. What poems describe "I am eager to go home"?
1, the thread at the foot of my bed is so bright, can it be frosted already? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. (Li Bai: "Silent Night Thinking")
2. A person is a stranger in a foreign land, and misses his relatives on holidays. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. (Wang Wei: vacationing in the mountains reminds me of my brothers in Shandong)
3. The rest of the flutes fly silently and scatter into the spring breeze. In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick. (Li Bai: The Flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night)
4, withered vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, old roads and thin horses. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. (Ma Zhiyuan: "Tianjingsha Qiu Si")
5, Xian Yi, young and old, left home, the local accent has not changed. Where do children come from when they meet strangers? (He Zhangzhi: Homecoming Book)
6. When you ask about the untimely return date, late rain will rise in the autumn pool. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night. (Li Shangyin: "A short message to a friend in the north on a rainy night")
7. The New Year will only deepen my desire and increase the lonely tears of an exile. People who are exiled in old age rush ahead of me in spring. The monkey came down from the mountain and pestered me. I was tortured like a bodyguard, so when will this day come? (Liu Changqing: "New Year")
8. Where is your hometown? It's leisurely to think about it. Autumn night in Huainan, the high house smells wild geese coming. (Wei Yan Wen)
9. Wanderers listen to drums and autumn geese. 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. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop. (Du Fu: "Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night")
10, they said, the geese flying south will return here this month. Birds don't enter, but I don't travel far to Lingnan. I don't know when, when can I return home? At low tide, the river stopped and the forest was foggy, but tomorrow morning, on the other side of the mountain, the dawn will be white and there will be plum trees in my hometown. (Song Wenzhi: Inscribed on the wall of an inn in the north of Dayu Mountain)
1 1, the bamboo slips of Nanshan are swaddling clothes, and its music was first introduced from Persia. It spread to the Han Dynasty and became a novel, and Aw Hoe in Liangzhou was played by me. The listeners at the seat are all sighing, and the homesick tourists weep. Many people like to listen; But few people understand that traveling in the long wind. The withered old Bai Han strolls, where there are nine little phoenixes chirping at each other. It's like a dragon singing and a tiger roaring and generate at the same time, and it's like the autumn sound of spring in autumn. Suddenly it turned into a small, tragic, sudden dark cloud that turned the sky from flying to flying. The next change is as lively and cheerful as Yang Liuzhi, as if I saw the flowers in the garden among the flowers. On New Year's Eve, Hall A on the ceiling, a glass of wine, a glass of wine. (Li Jue: "Listening to An Wanshan's cymbals")
Go south, wilderness, because leaves are falling, and the wind from the north makes the water cold. My home is wandering by the river, and the sea of clouds is far away. Tears of homesickness in the journey, see the back of the sail on the horizon. The smoke in the wind blurs where the ferry can be, and the vast river ripples in the sunset. (Meng Haoran: "I am pregnant in the early cold river")
13, Bai Shu Crow Atrium, Coody Leng Silent Wet Osmanthus fragrans. I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight. (Wang Jian: Looking at the moon for fifteen nights)
14, accompanied by monkeys sobbing on the shadowy mountain, the river rushes in the dark. The wind on both sides of the strait rustled the branches and leaves, and the moonlight reflected on the river, a boat on a river. Jiande's scenery is good, but it's not my hometown. I still miss my old friends in Yangzhou. Recalling those two lines of tears that I couldn't restrain, I looked at the west side of the west bank and sent sadness to Yangzhou. (Meng Haoran: "From a berth on Tonglu to a friend in Yangzhou")
15, the cold light of the hotel does not sleep alone, and the guest's heart turns to sadness. My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty. (Gao Shi: Except Night Shift)
Near Huaizhen, I put away my sails and found a small bay to park. Strong winds set off waves on the river, and the sun sank into the darkness of the earth. The dark people in the city all went home to rest, and the Moon Bay also lived there. Lonely at night, I can't help but think of Chang 'an. How can I sleep when I hear the bells on the shore? (Wei: Parked at dusk in the district)
17, it's ten frost in Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night. For no reason, I crossed the mulberry river, but I hope that Bingzhou is my hometown. (Liu Zao: "Journey to the North")
18, you people from my old country, tell me what happened there! . When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? (Wang Wei: "Miscellaneous Poems")
19, alone in the pub, I was shut in by loneliness and sadness. Recalling the cold light and returning to my hometown to recall the past; Like a flock of lost geese. The road to my hometown is too far away. I will come back at dawn, and the letter from home will not be sent to this place until next year. The Cangjiang River in the moonlight, the scenery is so beautiful, and the fishing boat is in front of my house. (Du Mu: "Stay")
20. Start collecting in the morning and visit your hometown. When a chicken crows at the Maodian Moon, people walk on the Banqiao Frost. Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, and bitter orange flowers shine on the wall. Because they remembered Ling Du's dream, the geese returned home full of food. (Text: "Good Morning Walk")
2 1, getting farther and farther away from sanba road, I have walked three thousand miles, anxious and alert. On all sides of the mountains, the snow reflected the cold night, sitting in the candlelight night, I am a stranger here. Because the farther away from relatives, on the contrary, the closer to employees and servants. That is drifting, the first day of the New Year, tomorrow morning! . (Cui Tu: "Except Night")
22. Leave the mountain to rest, winter will come, and spring will come. The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home. (Song Wenzhi, "Crossing the Han River")
23. The wall of Hanyang stands in the clouds, which is another day of my voyage. Businessmen sleep during the day, know the waves, and boatmen talk at night. Look at the white hairs on both sides of the two or three Hunan autumn hairs, especially the moon-gazing disc. My hometown has been destroyed by the war, and you can hear the sound of gongs and drums. ("Lu Lun: Sleeping at Wuchang")
24. Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail. ... the night now gives way to the ocean of the sun, and Jiang Chunren was in the old year. I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. (Wang Wan: a berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain)
25, the winter solstice day is getting shorter and shorter, and the end of the world is frosty and snowy. Stark sounded the fifth watch, drums and horns rang, and stars and Tianhe danced on three mountains. Wild cries and smells of war, I saw savage fishermen and woodcutters at dawn. Sleeping dragons and galloping horses are not generals now. They are dust. Be quiet for a while. Oh, the noise of the world ... (Du Fu: Pavilion Night)
26. A harp sighs all night, with the sadness of wind and rain on its strings. There is a solitary lamp, a trumpet sound, and on the other side of the platform tower, the moon sets. The fragrant grass has changed and withered, but I still hope my old friend will come back. Now that the wild goose has flown south, I have no more messengers to send to him. (Wei Zhuang: Night Thoughts on the Terrace Tower)
27. It's only seven days in spring and two years away from home. 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. (Xue Daoheng: "People are homesick every day")
Being anxious to go home is a feeling of homesickness.
6. 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.