Poetry about reunion and family 1. Songs and poems about family reunion
Tian Jia fan Chengda
Farming during the day, weaving at night, and the children in the village are in charge.
Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
Wang Anshi, an ordinary person.
It is not easy for teenagers to leave, but it is a pity to meet again when they are old.
Cao Cao's cups and plates are for laughter, and the faint light is for life.
Three years of self-pity for the lake and the sea, a thousand miles in the dust and sand.
I want to know when I will send a book to read Yan Nanzheng in the later period.
Go home to Wang Mian.
My mother is strong and dizzy this year.
Gu Liu is a guest and especially likes reading grandchildren.
New professional lamp, Jiuli village, Sang Ma.
Taiping customs are beautiful, so you don't have to close Chai Men.
2. Poems describing family reunion
Zhang Jiuling's "Looking at the Moon and Thinking of a Distant Distance", the moon is full now at sea, and the horizon is * * * at this time.
People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones. Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.
You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams. When is the bright moon? Su Shi asked heaven for wine.
I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. I want to go home by wind, but I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu. I can't stand the cold at the top of the mountain. I dance to find out what my shadow looks like on the earth.
The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. There should be no hate, and nothing can be done.
People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
Selected Poems of Mid-Autumn Festival: Drinking alone with the Moon, Li Bai, drinking alone with me from a pot of wine among the flowers. No one is with me. Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.
The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind. I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring.
The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering. Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness.
I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way. On August 15th, Du Fu of jathyapple looked at the moon and flew to the mirror, returning to his heart to fold his sword.
Turn the tent and travel far, climb the laurel and ascend to heaven. The waterway is suspected of frost and snow, and the forest is covered with feathers.
At this time, I look forward to the white rabbit, and I want to count the autumnal equinox. Looking at the moon for fifteen nights, Wang Jian's atrium, crows inhabiting Bai Shu, and silent wet osmanthus in Coody Leng.
I don't know who will fall in Qiu Si! Wang Changling, lying on the high seat in the south study, we opened the curtain-we saw the rising moon. The clear water-flowing wood flows like waves on our windows and doors.
Time flies, calmly, beyond our wisdom, and the old and the new alternate. Our chosen person, our friend, is singing, perhaps, a sad oriental song by the clear river.
A thousand miles away, there is a smell of orchids coming with the wind. In the mid-autumn moon, Su Shi's twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the jade plate.
If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year? Mid-Autumn full moon, cloudless wet clothes, stars pour out the rules.
Lin Dong doesn't interfere with getting up gradually, and seeing the road all over the world. Can also clearly sing the spirit of Hao, willing to teach the dark to take Dan Zhi.
Poor Guan Ye Shan Juanying, waiting for five residual wines. Guan Shanyue Li Bai Mingyue rises from the mountains in the sky, in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds.
The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass. At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai.
This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive. The soldiers turned and looked at the border, thinking of home with longing eyes.
The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away. Thinking about Li Bai at night, the foot of the bed is so bright, will it have frosted? .
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. On a willow moonlit night, the moonlight is deeper than that of half a family, and the Big Dipper languishes in the south.
Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh. The sound of mica screen in Changshang is dark and the long river is sinking.
Chang 'e, I must regret eating the elixir, and now I am alone, in the blue sky, singing every night. Du Fu, a wanderer, heard the drums that predicted the battle. It was the first call of autumn, a wild goose from the border.
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. Looking at the moon, I think of a distant moon in Zhang Jiuling, which is now at sea and the horizon is * * * at this time.
Bring a separated heart, and be considerate for a long time at night! Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes. You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.
In "Frost Moon", Li Shangyin first heard that there was no cicada, and a hundred feet of water met the sky. Su E, a young woman, is cold-resistant, fighting with frost in the middle of the month, dreaming of Meng Haoran in the autumn night, hanging under the moon in the autumn sky, and her luster is wet.
The surprised magpie has not settled, and the flying fireflies are rolling in. The courtyard is sparsely shaded, and the sound of the neighboring night is urgent.
What is the ceremony? Look at the sky and stand. Mid-Autumn Festival in Lu Guimeng and other months, first frost lost late, the wind is like a good season.
The curtain leans against the tree, feeling infinite, and the candle is faint and fragrant. I like to listen to the northern sheng sound, and gradually see the southern star fans.
Who is the coolpad of the school and wants to reduce the first round and noon? Zhuang Ni's Mid-Autumn Festival is too thin to ask words, and the narrow clothes and autumn are already cold.
The child is full of memories and it is difficult to walk. Dew entered the hut, and the sound of streams and stone beaches was loud.
The moon came in the mountains at night, and I didn't see it until dawn. On the night of August 15, Liu Yuxi saw the moon in the dust of Taoyuan, and his feelings were between the fairy houses in the clear autumn.
Long and cold, standing on the highest mountain at this time. Blue is nothing but Feng Yun, and Songshan grows in the water.
A group of people are moving leisurely, and Gogoing is thousands of miles away. Shao Jun led me to the jade altar and invited the real fairy officer to come from afar.
Cloud * (left car right car) moves under the starry sky, the sky is happy and the bones are cold. Jin Xin gradually moved eastward, and the shadow of the wheel still rose.
It is difficult to get back together when it is absolutely beautiful, and he should be disappointed on this day. In the Mid-Autumn Moon, Yan Shu turned to court in ten rounds, and tonight she took people to the corner alone.
Su E may have no regrets, but Yuchan is lonely and lonely. In the mid-autumn moon, Su Shi's twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the jade plate.
If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year? Looking at the moon in the pavilion on the night of August 15th, Bai Juyi, on the night of August 15th the year before last, beside the apricot garden by Qujiang Pool.
On the night of August 15 this year, in front of Songpu Shatou Water Hall. Where is the hometown in the northwest and the full moon in the southeast.
Yesterday, the wind blew and no one would meet. Tonight, the light is as clear as usual. On the night of August 15th, there was a full moon in Tianzhu Temple, Pi Rixiu and laurel seeds, and new discoveries were made in front of the temple.
So far, the sky doesn't exist, but Chang 'e should be thrown to people. Look at the moon and children in Mid-Autumn Festival. Su Shi's bright moon is not high in the mountains, but red in thousands of feet.
A cup of silver is not full, and the clouds are scattered. Those who wash God's eyes should welcome the water from Fermin River.
Then I will be indifferent to people in the world, just like I am sorry for Zhan Ran. Mars in the southwest is like a projectile. Its horns and tail are bright and pale.
Not tonight, but even fireflies are fighting for the cold. Who was rowing yesterday? This is a thousand days and nights.
The twists and turns have no intention of chasing the waves, and they bow their heads to sacrifice with the song board. Did Bo * (left wind and right wind) return before the green fluorescence disappeared and turned to the mountain?
The bright moon is easy to fall and disperse, and it is even more important to see it when you come back. The clearer the moonlight in front of the hall, the better, and the cold throat * (the general will get worms) will show grass.
Shutters push doors silently, while windows are silent and old. Du Nan is engaged in shame and poverty, and there are several people who write moon poems.
In the Ming dynasty, the personnel were in the same position as the morning glow, and suddenly I dreamed of Yao and Taiwan. Mid-Autumn Festival, Mifei is poor, Huaihai is wrapped in silver, and Wan Daohong breeds mussels.
If there is no labor in the sky, the osmanthus tree will grow long and break the moon. The moon has how bright, and the moon has how bright. Take care of my bed.
I can't sleep at night and wander around in my clothes. Although the guests are happy, it is better to turn back early.
Who should you sue when you leave home alone? Back to my room, tears stained my clothes. When does Su Shi, the head of water diversion, have a bright moon? Ask about Sky Wine.
I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. I want to go home in the wind, lest it be too cold on the roof.
Dance to find out what shadows look like on the earth. The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self.
There should be no hate, and nothing can be done. People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past.
I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away. Su Shi of Xijiangyue is in Huangzhou, having a night outing in spring.
Drinking in a restaurant, getting drunk. Take the moon to the stream bridge, untie the saddle and bend your arms, lie drunk and rest less.
I realized that. The mountains are crowded and the flowing water is bright, which makes people doubt that it is not human.
On the bridge pillar of the book. According to the wild shallow waves, the sky is faint.
I want to get drunk and sleep on the grass. It's a pity that a romantic wind didn't teach you to crush Qiong Yao.
Yangqiao, Du Yu.
3. What poems describe family reunion?
Poems describing family reunion are:
1, may people live for a long time and enjoy the scenery thousands of miles away.
Dynasty: Song Dynasty
Author: Su Shi
From: Melody of Water
Meaning: I only hope that the people I miss will live a long and healthy life. Although they are thousands of miles apart, they can enjoy the beautiful moon.
2, the moon, now full of the sea, the end of the world at this time.
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Zhang Jiuling
From: Full Moon Philip Burkart
Moral: a bright moon rises slowly from the sea; Look up with me, there is Iraq in the distance.
3. Tonight the sky will wash the world again and again. Go to Qiu Lai in summer. The stars are shining and the breeze is bright. What can change the human world is Yujing in You Ran.
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Liu Yuxi
From: Playing with the moon on August 15th.
Meaning: playing with the moon refers to enjoying the moon under the moon, that is, enjoying the moon. This poem of appreciating the moon by Bai Qi is very concise, with simple words and excellent rhyme. It vividly depicts the scene of the moon on the night of August 15th, just like a freehand oil painting with elegant expression. At the same time, this poem also expresses the author's deep sigh over the natural law that the sun and the moon last forever and life is fleeting.
I just want to be together for one day and one night in a poor family.
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Wang Jian
From: "Early Gold First"
5, the twilight clouds are full of cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the tracts. This life is not long, where will the bright moon look next year?
Dynasty: Song Dynasty
Author: Su Shi
From: Mid-Autumn Moon in Yangguan District
Meaning: Every Mid-Autumn Festival night in my life, the moonlight is mostly covered by clouds, and it is rare to encounter such beautiful scenery as today. But where shall I go to enjoy the moon next Mid-Autumn Festival?
4. What are the poems about reunion?
1, being in a foreign land, I miss my family more often during the festive season. -"Mountain Holiday Thinking of Shandong Brothers" Wang Wei (Tang)
A person can't reunite with his family when he is far away from home, and he misses his distant relatives every Double Ninth Festival.
2. You can know the brother's climbing place from a distance, and one person is not as good as one. -"Mountain Holiday Thinking of Shandong Brothers" Wang Wei (Tang)
Far away, I feel sorry for myself when I think of my brothers climbing high with dogwood.
3. On September 9th, at Wangxiangtai, bid farewell to the foreign cup. -"Nine Days/Nine Days Climbing in the Middle of Sichuan" (Tang)
I was particularly worried when I went back to my hometown to see the Double Ninth Festival, set the table to see my friends off, and raised my glass.
4, human feelings have been tired of the south, and the beauty is from the north. -"Nine Days/Nine Days Climbing in the Middle of Sichuan" (Tang)
I'm tired of all kinds of sadness in the south. I don't think I can go back to the north. Why does Hongyan come from the north?
5, the desire to climb high is strong, no one sends wine. -"Thinking about Chang 'an's Hometown on March 9th" (Tang)
On September 9th, the Double Ninth Festival, I finally climbed a high place overlooking it. However, in this war-torn March, no one can deliver wine.
6, pity hometown chrysanthemum, should be opened in the battlefield. -"Thinking about Chang 'an's Hometown on March 9th" (Tang)
I look at my hometown Chang 'an with a heavy heart, and chrysanthemums are probably blooming sporadically next to this battlefield.
7, the heart goes with the south cloud, and the shape comes with the north geese. -"Yu Changan returned to Yangzhou on September 9, the rhyme of Weishan Pavilion/Chang 'an Nine Days Poetry" General Manager Jiang (North and South)
My heart is chasing the clouds going south, but my body returns with the geese flying back from north to south in autumn.
8. How many chrysanthemums have bloomed under the fence in my hometown today? -"Yu Changan returned to Yangzhou on September 9, the rhyme of Weishan Pavilion/Chang 'an Nine Days Poetry" General Manager Jiang (North and South)
How many chrysanthemums were planted under the fence in my hometown today?
9. The flowers and chrysanthemums in the garden are golden yellow with solitary clumps like frost. -Bai Juyi (Tang) "Double Ninth Festival White Chrysanthemum"
A yard with golden chrysanthemums and a cluster of frosted flowers in the middle is so lonely.
10, today is still like a song banquet, and Pulsatilla enters the juvenile court. -Bai Juyi (Tang) "Double Ninth Festival White Chrysanthemum"
Just like today's banquet, the old man walked into the place where the teenagers went.