Poems about homesickness 1. Modern homesick poems
Nostalgia in poetry 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 Home) 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) 7. The sound of Yudi's flight was dark, and the spring breeze filled Los Angeles. In this nocturne, everyone can't remember the national conditions.
(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. For no reason, I crossed the mulberry river, but I hope that Bing is my hometown.
(Liu Zao's Journey to the North) 9. Wanderers listen to drums and autumn geese sing. 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.
Bai Juyi's three homesick poems look at Jing 'an Hall as a window willow and flowers in front of the station. Two beautiful springs, on the same day; At this time, family members miss their relatives outside, and people outside miss their families.
I miss my hometown from winter to day and night in Handan post office every winter to Sunday, and I always have a kneepad lamp with me. If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers.
Nanpu bid farewell to Nanpu, and the west wind curled up in autumn. Turn back immediately, my heart is broken, so I can leave and don't look back.
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.
How bright the moonlight is at home! They are relatives of their hometown. You have just come from our hometown, and we must understand the world.
I am on a high mountain, looking at my hometown. Hometown is intangible and can never be forgotten.
Guazhou is at the mouth of Beijing, separated by several mountains. Spring breeze comes to Jiang Nanan again, when will the bright moon shine on me? I left home when I was young, and my local accent has never changed.
Outside the ridge, the sound 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.
I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. 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. It has been ten frost in Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night.
For no reason, I crossed the mulberry river, but I hope that Bing is my hometown.
2. Create modern poems about homesickness.
Borrow a ray of clear moonlight
Electroplate my broken desire
Think more.
In the dead of night.
With burning thoughts
Dry the wet sadness in my heart.
I don't know when I can go home.
Squat on a slope or ridge
Dig up my innocent childhood.
In nostalgia without ill feelings
Local accents are all aunts and grandmothers.
Let me forget my manners and dignity.
I really want to lie on the lap of my elders.
Move their necks
Let a generous palm.
Touch my childhood intimacy.
In front of their children
I also clamored for a kiss.
hometown
You always give me a dull pain.
Every time I think of you,
My mind suddenly flew.
Like a green dragonfly.
Flying in the wind with homesick ripples.
I'm dying for tonight.
Don't go to misty rain Jiangnan water town.
Not to a busy town.
But a secluded mountain village in Shan Ye.
Give birth to me and raise my hometown.
Waking up is just an empty dream.
3. Modern homesick original poems
Nostalgia in Poetry
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. I left home when I was young, and my local accent has not changed.
Where do children come from when they meet strangers? "He Zhang's" Homecoming Book ")
3. 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")
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 "A Stop at the foot of Beibao Mountain")
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 so brightly. Is it frosty already? .
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. (Li Bai's "Silent Night Thinking"
7. Whose rain flute flies in the dark, and the spring breeze permeates Los Angeles.
In this nocturne, everyone can't remember the national conditions. (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.
For no reason, I crossed the mulberry river, but I hope that Bing is my hometown. (Liu Zao's "Journey to the North")
9. A vagrant hears drums that indicate fighting, and a wild goose rings in autumn.
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.
Bai Juyi's Three Homesick Poems
Wang Yitai
Jing' an mansion, facing the willow in front of the window every day, is far away at this moment; At the station, the spring is fading and flowers are everywhere.
Two beautiful springs, on the same day; At this time, family members miss their relatives outside, and people outside miss their families.
Coconut silk is good in Handan from winter to the sun.
Every winter solstice, I am accompanied by the shadow in front of the knee lamp.
If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers.
Nanpubie
In the bleak drudgery of Nanpu, the autumn wind is bleak.
Turn back immediately, my heart is broken, so I can leave and don't look back.
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.
How bright the moonlight is at home! They are relatives of their hometown.
You have just come from our hometown, and we must understand the world.
I am on a high mountain, looking at my hometown. Hometown is intangible and can never be forgotten.
Guazhou is at the mouth of Beijing, separated by several mountains. The spring breeze came to Jiang Nanan again. When will the bright moon shine on me?
Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed.
Outside the ridge, the sound 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.
I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang.
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.
It has been ten frost in Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night. For no reason, I crossed the mulberry river, but I hope that Bing is my hometown.
4. Self-edited homesick ancient poems
1, night shift
Tanggaoshi
The cold light of the hotel stays awake alone, why does the guest's heart become sad?
My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty.
2. "Tianjin Sha Qiu Si"
Ma Yuan Zhiyuan
Dead vines, old trees, faint crows, small bridges, flowing water,
The ancient road and the west wind are thin.
When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
3. Nanpu Bie
Tang Bai Juyi
In the bleak drudgery of Nanpu, the autumn wind is bleak.
Turn back immediately, my heart is broken, so I can leave and don't look back.
4. "Cut plums"
Song liqing Zhao
Red lotus root fragrance, jade lingering in autumn, Luo Shang light solution.
Alone in the blue boat.
Who sent the brocade book?
The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.
Flowers bloom and fall, flowing water gurgles,
One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
I can't eliminate this situation,
Only under the eyebrows, but in my heart.
5. Untitled Part IV
Tang Li Shangyin
The curtains were drawn deeply, and I was in Mochow's house. Sleeping alone makes the night even longer.
The Wushan goddess of Chu was originally a dream; Qingxi is the residence of my sister-in-law, and there is no lang here.
Storms make nut horns ecstasy, and the moon dew sweetens cinnamon leaves?
Although fully aware of lovesickness, there is no good health; I am infatuated with it to the end and fall in love for life.
6. "Operator"
Song Li Zhiyi
I live at the head of the Yangtze River and you live at the end of the Yangtze River.
I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water.
When will the water stop? When did this hatred ever happen?
I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning.
7. quatrains
Don du fu
The water waves in the river, the white feathers of waterfowl, the green and red flowers on the mountain are in contrast, and you want to burn.
This spring is coming to an end. When will I go home?
8. Qiu Si
Tang zhangji
The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city, and my wandering son doesn't know how his relatives in his hometown are; Writing a letter to peace has too much to say and I don't know where to start.
When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him.
9. "Runzhou Listening to Twilight"
Tanglishe
Jiangcheng blew the horn and the water was boundless, and the song caused complaints.
Startled up at dusk, the geese on the sand, Haimen oblique two or three lines.
10, Qiu Jiang
Song daoqian
The red leaves and maple trees drop wine flags, and the sunset in Baishazhou is hazy.
After a few soft voices, people in Jiangcun went home at night.
Yulinling 1 1
Song Liu Yong
The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped.
All the accounts are in no mood, and the blue boat is ruined where I miss them.
Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.
I miss thousands of miles of smoke and waves and sink into the sky at dusk.
Since ancient times, feelings of sadness and parting are even more worthy of being left out in the cold.
Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying.
This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only.
Customs are strange, who to talk to.
5. Poems about homesickness.
Fellow villagers
I was born in a small mountain village
There is my family there.
The beard is full of stories.
Buried in rustic laughter is a local accent.
Call me by my real name.
Call me by my real name.
How close?
how much do you love
How happy are you?
Ah, folks.
Ah, folks.
My hardworking and kind family.
Thousands of feet can't forget his roots, though the tree is tall.
music
I have lived in many small mountain villages.
My family is everywhere.
Xiaomi raised me.
Teach me to be a man in the storm
When I leave, send me on my way
When I leave, send me on my way
How much persuasion
How much expectation?
How many feelings
Ah, folks.
Ah, folks.
My hardworking and kind family.
Thousands of feet can't forget his roots, though the tree is tall.
I share weal and woe with my villagers.
Wine on September 9 th
It's Double Ninth Night again on September 9th.
Homesick people are wandering outside.
It's September 9th again, sadder and sadder.
The plan to go home has always been in my mind.
Go, go, go, go until September 9.
No spirit, no greetings from other places.
September 9 is only available when you are free at home.
Friends and relatives raise their glasses and fill their glasses.
Drink up this homesickness and get drunk at home.
September 9 is only available when you are free at home.
Good people and good dreams
Your warm smile in spring moved me.
Say goodbye to yesterday's injury and pain. You know my heart best.
Although the night is hazy, I know where to go.
I accompany you through the storm and slowly draw our hearts closer.
Let me do everything for you silently and sincerely.
It goes without saying that being together for a long time makes me feel different.
Even though there are many customs in the world, I still have a soft spot.
Dear, I will always wish you a good dream.
Good people have good dreams.
Cloud in hometown
Clouds floating across my hometown on the horizon.
It has been calling me.
When the breeze around you blows gently
A voice is calling me.
Come back, come back
Wandering wanderer
Don't wander around.
Take a heavy step
It's a long way home.
When the breeze around you blows gently
Come back, come back
Wandering wanderer
Come back, come back
I'm tired of wandering
I'm exhausted.
There are sour tears in my eyes.
Hometown wind, hometown cloud.
Wipe the scar for me
I used to be full of pride.
Return the empty bag.
Hometown wind, hometown cloud.
Heal my wound
Music.
Blowing the fragrance of hometown soil.
Come back, come back
Wandering wanderer
Come back, come back
Come back, come back
Don't wander around.
I'm exhausted.
There are sour tears in my eyes.
Hometown wind, hometown cloud.
Wipe the scar for me
I used to be full of pride.
Hometown wind, hometown cloud.
Heal my wound
Return the empty bag.
Hometown wind, hometown cloud.
Heal my wound