Poetry, ancient poetry, that is, China's ancient poetry, describes the joy of going home, referring to China's poetry before the Opium War 1840. Its original intention is a poem written by the ancients. Many people will use poetry to express their feelings. Let's share some poems describing the happiness of going home.
A poem describing the happiness of going home 1 a poem describing the mood of going 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 has not changed, my hair on my temples 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.
2. What poems describe the excitement of going home?
On a green spring day, I began to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine. Come back from this mountain, pass another mountain, go up from the south and then go north-to my own town! . -Tang Du Fu, "The banks of the Yellow River were recovered by the imperial army"
I want to indulge in wine and sing, and go back to my hometown together in spring. My soul has already soared, so I went from the dam to Wuxia, then to Xiangyang and went straight to Luoyang.
2, Bai Di Cai Yun resigned, a thousand miles in Jiangling. The cries of apes on both sides of the strait are still unconsciously crowing in their ears, and the canoe has passed the heavy green hills. -Tang Li Bai's "Early Sending Baidicheng"
Say goodbye to Baidicheng in the colorful clouds in the morning and return to Jiangling thousands of miles away in one day. I can only hear the sound of apes singing in the mountains on both sides of the strait, and the swift boat has crossed the river in the overlapping mountains.
My family lives by Qiantang River. Flowers bloom and fall, regardless of years. -Song Sima Wei, "Jin Lu, who lives by the Qiantang River"
My home is by the prosperous Qiantang River. Flowers bloom and fall, and the passage of time can't stop me from going home.
Now, close to my village and meeting people, I dare not ask a question. -Tang Song Wen Zhi "Crossing the Han River"
Vernacular translation: The closer you are to your hometown, the more timid you are, afraid to ask people from your hometown.
I love my son endlessly, and I am glad to be home. Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains. -Qingjiang Shiquan "Arriving Home at the End of the Year"
There is no end to loving your son. The happiest thing is to go home in time. The stitches for sewing the cold clothes are dense, and the handwriting and ink on the family letter are as new as new.
Poetry 2 1 describes the joy of going home. Maodian can't sleep at night, and the waning moon whips. When the yellow flowers are raining, rush to board the ferry. Gulls are like snow and water is like sky. I remember that year. Going home should be childish to laugh at me.
2. Whose flute is flying in the dark and scattered to the spring breeze in Los Angeles. In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick.
3. I have been separated from my classmates for decades, during which the news is at a loss. When you meet a stranger when you return home, the way is that strangers pass by.
It's almost the end of the year, and Wan Li is rushing home. The wild wind moves the Yao grass, and the snow on the grass eaves is super noisy. Children play in the dust alley, and yellow dogs wag their tails. The patriarch's neighbors say slang, and the mud stove stirs the fire to make new tea.
A mountain peaks around Cui Wei, and three rooms in the old house are near the water. Several white-headed people in the class went out with sticks and smiles.
6. There is a piece of Bai Yunfei in the faucet, and I'm going back with my servant's hand tied. An old friend, an old friend, Mo Qiang, arm in arm, the dust in the basket is faint. Although the colorful clothes are faint, the court is cordial and cheerful. The official is as high as the sky and the seal is like a bucket. I beg you, you should have more fun.
7. Ten thousand trees and plum blossoms are full of moons, and the water jacket beach is tied to the boat. It is rare for couples to be teenagers.
8. Now, get close to my village, meet people and ask about suffering. Old doors and alleys, new halls. Desolate cypress trees, life experiences, etc. I'm ashamed to be ungrateful, and chickens and dolphins don't want to stretch.
9. I want to live in the old Hainan village all my life, and the emperor sent five sheep to summon my soul. The sky is low enough for storks, and the green hills are the Central Plains.
10, every winter solstice in Handan Post, I always have a kneepad lamp. If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers.
1 1. The bad wind rolled over the river, and Liu Huang's violent wind was very strong. The disease is like riding a thousand miles, pressing on three rivers and five lakes. The night sky is yellow on the shore, and the boat is waiting for the disabled. Teenagers are too white to go home.
12, at first I wanted to go back to China, but I was still homesick. If you are pregnant, find a sentence and wait for the goose to seal the book. A clumsy child is strange, and old age is sparse. My brothers are in bed, accompanied by firewood and fishing.
13, the cold clothes are not returned, and the guest bag only carries poems. Dreaming of going home in the dead of night, afraid of killing plum blossoms and playing the flute.
14, Li Ze geese faint, Yufeng Dieyun protective clothing. Long bridge is chilly in spring, and only the poet comes home.
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.
16, I'm going to leave the city for a while, and my return to China is over. Drizzle moves flowers, and urgent new sunshine grows. The waves warm the fish, and the smoke makes the apricots grow. There are no ordinary people in the village, so they listen to birds at will.
17, 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.
18, driving all the way to Beijing, the breeze is swaying. The mountains span the Wan Li River, and the water belt is flat for thousands of years. In addition to the old spring, it is also a journey to meet the new Lu' an. Friends and relatives looked at the front of the village, dusted off the dust and asked me how I felt.
19, Laoyuan East Road is long, and the tears of the double-sleeved dragon bell are not dry. I'll meet you immediately, without paper and pen. Please tell my family that I'm safe.
20. The sun is far away, the weather is cold and the house is poor. Chai Men heard dogs barking and went home on a snowy night.
2 1, the air of the old year raised the dust of the guest road, like a mass of love birds to the nest forest. On and off, water, land, ice and face have changed, and pavilions and snow are tempted.
22. Yesterday, the grass withered, and today people look forward to homesickness. I dreamed of going home at night, and it was already dawn before I got to Tonglu.
23, my mother is strong, and this year she said her eyes were dizzy. 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.
24, a piece of spring sorrow for wine. The boat on the river rocked and the curtain moved upstairs. Qiuniangdu and Tainiangqiao, the wind is fluttering and the rain is whispering. When will you go home and wash your robe? The silver word is the tone, and the heart word is the fragrance. The streamer easily dumped people, turning cherries into red and plantains into green.
25. Nearly one foot before the Lunar New Year's Eve, such as an arrow leaving the string. I didn't miss the golden moment, and my parents bowed down to their ancestors with tears.
26. A stranger in a foreign land misses his relatives twice during holidays. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
27. 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 orange flowers are on the wall of the post. Because they remembered Ling Du's dream, the geese returned home full of food.
28. Looking back at Wan Li Road, we have a long way to go. If you can't fly with short wings, where can you live?
29. The ancient custom in China has been used for 5,000 years, and the descendants of the zodiac were replaced. When the road goes home, the sky is red and the shadow is broken.
30, the voice outside the spine is broken, and the winter is revived. The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home.
Sleepy and hazy. There is a light rain at night, and the wind of the double swallow dance is oblique. The mountains are endless, and the water is endless. Send the taste of spring, miss the distant feelings, and pay Huayang.
Poetry 3 1 Describe the joy of going home, Tianping Mountain Middle School.
Ming Dynasty: Yang Ji
The drizzle is tender and wet, and the south wind tree loquat is ripe;
Xu Xing didn't remember how deep the mountain was, and Yingying sent it all the way home.
The drizzle wet the flowers of the neem tree, and the fruit of each loquat tree gradually matured under the south wind. Walk slowly along the mountain road, I don't know how far it is. The oriole sang along the road and sent me home.
Step 2 stay with fishermen
Tang Dynasty: Guo Zhen
Several generations lived by the sea, and several huts were covered with white flowers.
Fishing in the sea during the day is hard, but it's really happy to come back at night with a bright moon and the sound of the sea.
Generations have lived by the sea, and several huts are covered with white reeds. It's hard to fish at sea during the day, but I'm really happy to come home at night with clear skies and bright moon and the sound of waves.
The banks of the Yellow River were recovered by the imperial army.
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
The news of this distant western station! The north has been recovered! At first, I couldn't stop crying on my coat.
Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. However, I packed my books and poems crazily.
On a green spring day, I began to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine.
Come back from this mountain, pass another mountain, go up from the south and then go north-to my own town! .
Outside the sword gate, the good news came suddenly, and the government forces recovered the northern part of Hebei. When I am happy, tears are all over my clothes. Looking back on his wife and children, he has also swept away the gloom and rolled up his poems, which made the whole family ecstatic. I want to drink and sing and go back to my hometown together in spring. My soul has already soared, so I went from the dam to Wuxia, then to Xiangyang and went straight to Luoyang.
4. Return to Xi Ci and merge.
Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming
It looks forward to Yu Heng and runs with joy.
Servants are welcome and children are waiting for the door.
The three paths are barren, and the pine chrysanthemum still exists.
Bring children into the room, there will be wine bottles.
Lead the pot to think for yourself and make the court happy.
Just seeing my humble home, I ran over with joy. The children greeted happily and waited in front of the door or in the yard.
The path in the yard is going to be deserted, and pine trees and chrysanthemums are still growing there; I took the children into the house, and the wine bottle was full. I picked up the hip flask and poured it myself, watching the court tree look happy.
5. Qiang village
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
Chai Men's birds are noisy, and thousands of miles away.
My wife blames me, and I'm still crying.
After a long journey home, I witnessed the bleak Chai Men and the noisy birds singing, which made me feel depressed! My wife and children didn't expect me to be alive, and I was stunned for a long time before I cried with joy.