Ignorant time
Homesickness is a warm sweater.
The person wearing it is at this end.
The weavers are over there.
after school
Homesickness is a shallow stream.
I stand at the finish line.
Mother is the source.
Grow up
Homesickness is a distant flute.
He is blowing over there.
I'm listening at this end
But now
Homesickness is a bright moon.
The viewer is at this end.
The man who is watching is over there.
ache
Desperate
Pain is a long journey.
For so long
Tired
Lonely time
Pain is one's dance.
Start with yourself.
The ending is also yourself.
Difficult time
Pain is an infinite space.
I want to leave.
But I can't find the exit.
When in doubt
Pain is a constantly dividing cell.
Solved this
This is breeding again.
happy
Hours later
Happiness is a little candy.
Hold it in your mouth
But my heart is sweet
After graduation
Happiness is a thick record of classmates.
There was a lot of people on every side.
The truth is concentrated in one place.
We'll talk about it later.
Happiness is a beautiful family portrait.
time goes by
But the smile will never disappear.
But now
Happiness is a warm letter from home
Lost?and?Found?
However, warm eyes
school
When I was young,
School is a paradise in dreams,
I'm outside,
Sister is inside.
Grow up,
School is a beautiful story,
I'm inside,
Parents are away.
Later,
The school is a dark room,
I'm inside,
Happiness is outside.
now
School is an ocean of knowledge,
I'm inside,
The destination is outside.
mother love
Hours later
Motherly love is a pair of warm hands.
It is in your arms.
Love is in the body.
When I grow up
Motherly love is a thin bamboo pole.
It's my treat.
Love is in your hands.
We'll talk about it later.
Motherly love is a thin ticket.
You have it.
Love is on the way
But now
Motherly love is a tight hug.
It's on its way.
Jackie and Ryan
2. Imitate homesickness and write a poem of profound maternal love, bathing children all the time. However, for Meng Jiao, a wanderer who has been displaced all the year round, the most unforgettable moment is the painful moment of separation between mother and child. This poem describes the ordinary scene of loving mother sewing clothes at this time, but it shows the poet's deep feelings. The first two sentences, "thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son's body", are actually two phrases, not two sentences. In this way, from people to things, the two most common things are highlighted, and the love of flesh and blood between mother and son is written. Then write two sentences about people's actions and attitudes, focusing on loving mothers. At this moment before departure, the old mother's stitches were so thin that she was afraid that her son would not come home for a long time and would sew the clothes more firmly. In fact, the old man's heart is not eager for his son to return safely at an early date! The affection of loving mother is revealed in the most subtle places in daily life. Simple and natural, kind and touching. There are neither words nor tears here, but a feeling of pure love overflows from this common scene, touching the heartstrings of every reader, making people cry and evoking the cordial associations and deep memories of children all over the world.
The last two sentences, based on the intuition of the parties, dig out the deep meaning of the next layer: "But how much affection there is in an inch of grass, I got three spring rays." Who said that? Some versions are Who knows and Who will, but it is best that Who said that according to the poem. The poet's rhetorical question is particularly meaningful. These two sentences are the sublimation of the first four sentences, the contrast of popular images, and the warm affection for children: how can a child like grass repay his mother's love as rich as the sunshine in spring? It really means "I want to repay kindness, I am very confused", and the feelings are so sincere and sincere.
This is an ode to maternal love. The poet, frustrated in his official career, experienced a cold world and a sad life, so he felt the value of family more and more. "Poetry is born from the heart, and sorrow should be the heart" (Su Shi's Reading Meng Jiao's Poems). Although this poem is not carved with algae paintings, it is fresh, smooth and unpretentious, which shows that its poetic flavor is rich and mellow.
This poem was written in Liyang. During the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty, two Liyang people sang such a poem: "My father's book is full of baskets, and the car is still lingering" (Shi Qisheng's "Writing My arms"); "How many tears have I shed, how many hands have I dyed, and how many clothes have I sewed" (Peng Gui's "My little brother came to the capital and felt very happy"). It can be seen that the deep impression left by Ode to a Wanderer is enduring.
3. Imitate Yu Guangzhong's Homesickness, write a poem, and imitate Yu Guangzhong's poem Homesickness. Childhood is a card slapping the ground and splashing dust. When I grow up, my childhood is a happy celebration. Later, my childhood was a pile of books, and I was immersed in the light under the cold window. Now my childhood is a memory. Looking back, I imitated Yu Guangzhong's poem "Homesickness" with emotion. My childhood thoughts were a tear in the corner of my eye. Mother grew up at the end of the bed, and missing is the retention of parting. I am at the door and my mother is outside. Later, missing is a distant letter. I am in the same place, my mother is far away, and now my thoughts are only one foot away from my heart. My mother can't touch it. I copied Yu Guangzhong's poem Homesickness. When I was a child, my wish was a sweet stick. When you grow up, your wish is an excellent report card. Your wish is an ideal university. Your wish is bitter now and sweet in the future. Now your wish is a reunion dinner. Imagine happiness in your mind and imitate Yu Guangzhong's poem "Homesickness" in your heart. Four Smiles When you are young, your smile is a sweet candy in your mouth. When you are in primary school, your smile is a beautiful shell. When I am in my hand, my heart is happy. In middle school, my smile was just a small business card. I have more friends when I laugh. After graduation, my smile is a false mask. I smile on my face, but it hurts in my heart. I copied Yu Guangzhong's poem Homesickness. As a child, friendship is a kind of happiness that will never disappear. I am here. When you grow up, friendship is a struggle for great powers. I'm in front, you're in front. Later, friendship has a kind of historical data. I left here, now friendship is a long-term expectation. I am here, and you are still there, copying Yu Guangzhong's poem "Homesickness". When I was a child, career sorrow was a thin window. When I was outside, my toys went to school, and my professional sorrow was a small classroom. When I was at the bottom, my teacher was at the top. Later, my professional sorrow was a narrow examination room. I am inside, my mother is outside, and now my career sorrow is narrow. I hope to imitate Yu Guangzhong's poem Homesickness before me. Music is a warm hot tea when you are in trouble, and a warm heart tea when you are in trouble. Music is a small cube of sugar when it is in your mouth, but it has an endless aftertaste when you are struggling. Music is a flying flag that flutters with the wind and inspires confidence. When you are hurt, music is a flat ointment to heal your heart. When I was a child, my ideal was a shallow blank sheet of paper. My goal here is to grow up there. My ideal is still a naive picture. I am here, my plan is there, and now my ideal is a vast chapter. I am here. Stick to the future over there Ideal is a masterpiece written on paper. I successfully imitated Yu Guangzhong's poem Homesickness. When I was a child, happiness was a concern. When I grow up, happiness is an encouraging word. Later, happiness was a warm hug that touched my body and melted into my blood. Now happiness is that I saw you. Even if you can't touch it, you have already formed a kind of tacit happiness. I imitate Yu Guangzhong's poem Homesickness. I was happy when I was a child. It is the sweet sugar in the mouth and the sweetness in the heart. When I grow up, happiness is a small umbrella. I am on the left and my friend is on the right. Later, happiness is a sweet song, sung in my mouth and enjoyed in my heart. Now happiness is a good time. Memories in my heart, smiles on my lips.
4. Mid-Autumn homesick poem: 1, looking at the moon at fifteen nights.
Don Wang Jian
There are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus in Coody Leng in the atrium.
Tonight, the moon is full of hope, and I don't know who Qiu Si will fall into.
2. August 15th, jathyapple.
Don du fu
The full moon flies in the mirror and returns to the heart to fold the 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.
3. "Playing the Moon in Taoyuan on August 15th"
Don Liu Yuxi
Seeing the moon in the dust is also idle, and love is 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 took me to the jade altar and invited the real fairy officials from afar.
The cloud is about to move under the stars, and it is freezing and happy.
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.