2. Home is warm and sweet, which can relieve people's cold in winter and bring spiritual comfort to people.
3. What's at home? There are relatives at home. There is warmth. Have a good impression. Let us have our own blue sky, it is family. At home, who is our closest relative? It's mom and dad.
4. Home is a small nest where people can draw warmth and enjoy care. Home is also an area that needs responsibility and gratitude!
5, home is warm, it is the torch to convey love. Through warm and humid spring and cold winter, home will always be home, accommodating the world of love. I am the patron saint of this ocean of love.
6. Home is a warm harbor, which brings people a warm feeling; Home is the eternal shore, giving people the feeling of dreaming and caring.
7. Home is a warm harbor for wandering souls; Home is a big tree like an umbrella, which blocks the cool sunshine in summer; Home is a cool rain that blows away the tired dust; Home is always a stub for caring and cherishing happiness.
8. This is my home. Every brick and tile is made of love. The smile of my family has given me endless wealth, and the care of my family has given me endless strength. I firmly believe that as long as a person has his ideal home, plus hard work and diligence, the goal of success will be closer and closer to himself. Family is a warm harbor, how apt this metaphor is! I am very proud that I have this warm harbor.
2. What are the poems about "warm home"?
1. The sound of a leaf, the sound of autumn, a little banana and a little sadness, after the third night of my dream. _ _ _ _ Xu Zaisi's Water Fairy Night Rain
People say that sunset is the end of the world. _ _ _ _ Li Gou's homesickness
3. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows you. _ _ _ _ Gao Shi's Two Biedongda Poems
4. The moon is already at sea and over the horizon. _ _ _ _ Zhang Jiuling's Full Moon Philip Burkart
On the green spring day, I started to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine. _ _ _ _ Du Fu's The Yellow River was Recovered by the Imperial Army.
He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! . _ _ _ _ Du Fu's Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night
7. Endless, longing for hometown. _ _ _ _ Zhang Jiuling's "Xijiang Night"
8. May people live for a long time, and thousands of miles are beautiful. _ _ _ _ Su Shi's Mid-Autumn Festival in Chen Bing
9. If relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other, a piece of ice heart is in the jade pot. _ _ _ _ Wang Changling "Breaking up with Xin Jian at Furong Inn"
10. The drooping leaves on foreign trees and the cold light of lonely lanterns at night. _ _ _ _ Ma Dai's "Autumn Chrysanthemum on Bashang"
1 1. Whose flute is flying in the dark and scattered in the spring breeze of Los Angeles. _ _ _ _ Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night/Smelling the flute in Luoyang on a Spring Night"
12. Spring breeze and green Jiang Nanan, when will the bright moon shine on me? _ _ _ _ Wang Anshi's "Dengguazhou"
13. Should Lingnan be bad? But this road. This peace of mind is my hometown. _ _ _ _ Su Shi's Youth Tour, South China Sea Belongs to Wang Dingguo.
14. Now, when I meet people near my village, I dare not ask a question. _ _ _ _ Song Wenzhi's Crossing the Han River
15. The wind changed into snow, and the dream of breaking the hometown failed. There was no such sound in the garden. _ _ _ _ Nalan Xingde's "Sauvignon Blanc, A Climbing Journey"
16. Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness. _ _ _ _ Du Fu's Hope for Spring
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Ancient Poetry Network: so.gushiwen.org
3. What poems describe "the warmth of home"?
1, where is the autumn wind? Xiao Xiao sent the goose. When the morning light enters the courtyard, lonely guests smell it first. -Liu Yuxi &; lt； Autumn wind attracts >
2. Wan Li, home of a lonely boat, far away from people, a few lines of tears are clear. -Ma Zhiyuan &; lt； Beautiful poems about home in Shouyang District. Xiaoxiang nocturne >
3. The hometown has a long way to go east, 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. -Cen Can&; lt； Meet the messengers of Beijing
4. My support is declining, and I am worried about learning to pray. -Li Ang&; lt； Self-improvement >
5, two spring scenes are done on the same day, and people will be homesick. -Bai Juyi &; lt； Wang Yitai >
6, a cup of turbid restaurant Wan Li, no joy. -Fan Zhongyan &; lt； Yujiaao >
7. You come from my old country. Tell me what happened there! . Beautiful poems about home. -Wang Wei&; lt； Miscellaneous poems >
8. In the past, Wang Xietang flew into the homes of ordinary people. -Liu Yuxi &; lt； Wuyi lane >
9. My home in Wu Hui is far from the mountains, and the white clouds are deep in other places. -Chen Ziliang &; lt； Homesick in spring in Saibei >
10, the teenager leaves home, the old man returns, and the local accent does not change. -He Zhang Zhi&; lt； Hometown book >
1 1, don't laugh at the farmers' wine, and leave enough chickens and dolphins in good years. -Lu You&; lt； Passing through the old village >
12, Tian Jia has no neighbors and sits alone in a garden. -Lu&; lt； Two questions about the rate of villa in the Spring Festival Evening >
13, the moon is bright tonight. I wonder who will fall in Qiu Si? -Wang Jian &; lt； Watching the moon on fifteen nights >
14, prepare chicken and rice for me, old friend, you entertain me on your farm. -Meng Haoran &; lt； Passing through the old village >
15, crossing the dry water of mulberry for no reason, but looking at Bingzhou as my hometown. -Liu Zao&; lt； Travel to the north >
4. What poems describe "family warmth"? 1, Qingjiang is a song that embraces the village. Everything in Changjiang Village is quiet.
Swallows on the beam fly freely, and blind dates in the water are similar and accompanied.
The old lady is using a chessboard, and the younger son is making a hook with an injection.
However, an old friend provides rice, what else can I ask for?
Said by: Tang Du Fu, a native of Jiangcun.
The clear river winds through the village, and everything in the village looks elegant in the long summer. Swallows on the beam fly freely, and Bai Ou in the water approaches each other and accompanies each other. The old lady is drawing a chessboard with paper, and the younger son is tapping a needle to make a fish hook. What can I expect as long as an old friend gives me some money and food?
The eaves are low and small, and the streams are covered with green grass.
Drunk Wu local drunk, gentle voice, white-haired old man who is it?
The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages.
My favorite is my youngest son, who is lying in the grass, peeling the lotus just picked.
From: Songxin Grade 7, Qingpingle Village Residence.
The eaves of the hut are low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass. Wu dialect, slightly drunk, sounds gentle and beautiful. Whose is that old man with white hair? The eldest son hoes beans, and the second son is busy knitting chicken coops. My favorite is the rogue's youngest son, who is lying on the grass at the head of the stream, peeling off newly picked lotus flowers.
3. When you go out during the day, you are numb 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.
From: Song Fan Chengda's Miscellaneous Seven in Summer Village.
Weeding in the fields during the day and rubbing hemp thread at home at night, both men and women in the village have their own household affairs. Although the children can't plow and weave, they have learned to grow melons in the shade of mulberry trees.
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.
If you encounter pity, you will ask for it.
I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.
From: Qingjiang Shiquan arrived home at the end of the year.
A mother's love for her children is endless. How happy my mother is to go home during the Spring Festival. She is sewing a cotton-padded coat for me. The needle and thread are tight. The letter I sent home has just arrived, and the ink is still wet. As soon as I met my mother, she said affectionately that I had lost weight and repeatedly asked me if I was suffering outside. I bowed my head in shame and dared not tell her about my wandering.
5, don't laugh at the farmer's wax wine, keep the customer chickens and dolphins in good years.
There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay.
The day of playing flute and drums is approaching, and the villagers are still dressed simply.
In the future, if you can go out in the moonlight, I will knock on your door at any time with my cane.
From: Song "Shanxi Village Tour".
Don't laugh at the muddy wine brewed in the twelfth lunar month. There are many dishes for guests to enjoy on Fengshou Island. The mountains overlap and the water twists and turns. I'm afraid there is no way out. Suddenly, a mountain village appeared in front of me. The day of playing flute and drum in the Spring Festival Club is coming. The villagers are dressed simply and still retain the ancient customs. In the future, if I can go out for a walk in the bright moonlight, I will definitely knock on your door at any time with a cane.
5. Help me write a poem about the warmth of home: warmth is not elegant and fragrant, not the melodious singing of the nightingale, not the brilliance of the clear sky, not the sunshine flowing slowly in the blue sky and white clouds, not the hearty laughter at the banquet, not the symphony of swaying flowers lingering in the ancient rhyme of Chang 'an. The warm world is just a face baptized by drizzle and bleak autumn wind. Everything in the world is warm, but there is a trace of concern in the distance, but the warm time is rare to help each other in the ebb and flow of the world. It is really rare to help the liver and gallbladder in the same boat. The warmth of time is far beyond the warmth of cloth and food, far beyond the reach of mountains and valleys. The call of thunder is warm, lingering, prosperous, warm, empty, ethereal and faint. Warm ups and downs, fragrant fragrance, obedient stars, following the longitude and latitude of the sun and the moon, enjoying eternal sorrow and singing, looking for, but not the warmth of looking back suddenly. However, in my hometown abandoned by the annual rings, I am sometimes a boudoir, sometimes reserved and quiet, and sometimes addicted to madness. So I hugged and kissed the wind and rain sails and wandered in the majestic abbot of the dusk drum. So I wrote a book and visited the vast world. I was intoxicated by the rising moon. So I left my heart, warm and carefree, indifferent and arrogant under the breeze of Dongli, so I dissected the meridians of the world with dignified and deep eyes. The desolation of personnel and even the fuzzy line of emotion suddenly found that warmth is just the desire of ordinary people. Inexplicable but helpless. It is a beautiful scenery built by spirit and flesh. From then on, I was disappointed, disappointed. Since then, I have been worried about that warm visit. From then on, I became aware of myself and cheered. I'm drunk. I sang. I brought a crane to play the flute. I rowed and fished in the ethereal harbor, which excited my high heart.
6. A poet who describes family warmth is a circle with love as the center and happiness as the radius.
Autumn is like this, shaking off leaves and hanging people's thoughts on the branches.
Use your love as an oil lamp and your kindness as a twist. I will light it and keep it in my heart, and I will never forget the way home.
You are afraid, because the road you take takes you away from your mother and hometown, but every step, every day, brings you back to your mother. My hometown is neither here nor there. Hometown is in your heart. In other words, nowhere is my hometown.
Home is understanding, dedication, care, holiness, tolerance, acceptance, harmony, running-in, appreciation, loyal communication, mutual affection, romantic twists and turns, life and death dependence, everywhere.
7. Poetry about the warmth of home 1. Every big tree should accept the sunshine and endure the wind and rain. (Liu Yong, "Meeting is Your Teacher")
2, to know how to cherish, don't lose the sun during the day and miss the stars at night.
3. Leave a number, but just to wait for someone.
In this warm season, in the Woods, many trees are full of bright flowers; Everyone refuses to compromise. Red, yellow, white and purple flowers really look like a beautiful big flower bed. Many butterflies and bees smell the flowers and fly around to collect honey and fly around in mid-air.
The world became quiet in the heavy rain. Become lonely. Become lonely. Turned into a sad planet.
6. The past and the future are far away from you. The key is to seize the present, seize the present.
7. Love is the sunshine that shines in winter, which makes people who are poor and sick feel the warmth of the world. Love is the spring in the desert, which makes people on the verge of despair see the hope of life again.
8. Who knows the famous saying about the warmth of home? It is a lamp that never goes out in your heart, a cabin burning with smoke in your dreams, and a harbor where you can dock forever. Not everyone can have a really lovely home. Don't forget to cherish this lovely home when you have it!
Home: It is everyone's heartfelt call. Home can contain everything. There's no need to hide at home and pretend to be yourself. It can truly show everything about yourself and let yourself relax completely. The hero and heroine at home are like chopsticks. No one can live without anyone, and they will always taste the ups and downs of the world together.
Home may not be spacious, but it must be full of love. Home may not be rich, but it must be warm. Don't forget to plant a bunch of beautiful flowers during the day. The flowers will be fragrant and warm every day. Everything goes well at home. With a warm home and a warm harbor, life will be full of flavor. I wish all your friends and I have a warm home.
Home is not a hotel, home is not a symbol, and home is not a post station. There should be washing dishes at home, and there should be bumps between husband and wife. Of course, there is a warmer atmosphere and more considerate expression at home.