Poems about scenery, poems about expressing ambitions, poems about homesickness and love. There must be an author and a dynasty.

(1) in addition to the night [Tang] Gao Shi.

The cold light in the hotel stayed alone and didn't sleep, and the guest turned sad.

My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty.

(2) Home [Tang] Du Mu

The child held hands and asked, why don't you come back? * * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns?

(3) Homesickness [Song] Li Gou

People say that the place where the sun sets is the horizon. I try to look at the horizon, but I can't see my home.

Castle Peak is being influenced by Castle Peak, which covers my sight. Twilight, Castle Peak.

[4] Yuan Kai [Ming] Letter

The river is three thousand miles long, and there are fifteen letters from home. There is nothing else between me, just telling me to go back to my hometown as soon as possible.

5] See the mountain with Master Haochu to send relatives and friends to Jinghua [Tang] Dai Shulun.

The sharp mountain by the sea is like a sword, and Qiu Lai cuts his heart everywhere.

How can we turn this body into tens of millions, scattered to the heads of state's homes to see!

[6] Yan Wen [Tang] Wei Wuying

Where is your hometown? It's leisurely to think about it. Autumn night in Huainan, the high house smells wild geese coming.

(7) Miscellaneous Poems (Wang Wei)

You have just come from our hometown, and we must understand the world. When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming?

Inscription on the wall of Dayu Shanbei Inn (Song Wenzhi)

Nanfeiyan is on the cloudy moon, turning back here, just this month. Birds don't enter, but I don't travel far to Lingnan. I don't know when, when can I return home?

The tide receded, the river rippled quietly, the forest was dark and malaria was scattered. Tomorrow I will climb to the top of the mountain and look north at my hometown, or I can see the red berries on the top of the mountain.

(9) Farewell a friend at Jingmen Ferry (Li Bai)

Sail from Jingmen Ferry, and soon you will be with southerners. At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness.

The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces. The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.

⑽ "Moonlit Nights" (Du Fu)

A vagrant heard drums heralding battle, and geese sang 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. Delivering books is often late. What can we expect in a war? .

⑾ Farewell (Sui folk songs)

Willow green hangs down to the ground, and flowers are long and sultry.

The wicker folding ruler flies away. Will pedestrians come back?

⑿ Looking at the bright moon for fifteen nights (Wang Jian)

There are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus in Coody Leng in the atrium.

I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight.

[13] When meeting a messenger who went to the capital.

The distance from the east home is very long, and the tears are wet and the sleeves are still flowing.

I'll meet you immediately, without paper and pen. Please tell my family that I'm safe.

[14] Xiuzi (Lu You)

I know that when I die, everything on earth has nothing to do with me. But the only thing that hurts me is that I failed to see the reunification of the motherland.

Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news!

⒂ the pride of the fisherman (Fan Zhongyan)

The scenery in Qiu Lai is different. The wild geese in Hengyang go unnoticed and ring all around. Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes.

A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet. The pipe strength is covered with frost. People don't sleep, and the general has white hair and tears.

Showing a Chemei boat crossing Wujiang River (Jie Jiang).

A piece of spring worries about wine. The boat on the river rocked and the curtain moved upstairs. Du Qiuniang and Tainiang Bridge. The wind is floating and the rain is falling.

When will you go home to wash the guest robes? The silver word is the tone, and the heart word is the fragrance. Time can easily throw people away. Cherry is red and banana is green.

⒄ Tianjin Sha Qiu Si (Ma Zhiyuan)

Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are thin horses.

When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

⒅ Prison Theme Wall (Tan Sitong)

Desperate to stop thinking about James Zhang, he endured death and treated Dugan for a while.

My smile goes from the horizontal knife to the sky and stays in the liver and gallbladder.

Chapter of Trick (Tan Sitong)

Everything in the world has reached the spring sorrow, and now I cry to the pale ghost.

Forty million people shed tears together. Where is China at the end of the world?

⒇ Thinking of Li Bai on a quiet night.

The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already? I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.

Don? Shaoan Kong

"Fallen Leaves" started the leaves in early autumn and fell like a guest. If you don't want to go down, you will still remember the forest.

Don? Song Wenzhi

The article entitled "Dayuling Beiyou" said that the geese flying south turned back here this month. I wonder, will my own trip to the south be turned back? ?

The tide receded, the river rippled quietly, the forest was dark and malaria was scattered. But tomorrow morning, over this mountain, you should meet Ling Toumei.

Don? On Wang Wei's Mountain Holiday Missing Shandong Brothers

I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.

Don? li po

Silent night thinking, so bright light at the foot of my bed, may there be frost already? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.

Don? li po

The bright moon in Guan Shanyue rises from the mountain of heaven, 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 garrison soldier looked at the remote border town, and his hometown could not help but look sad. The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away.

Don? Comfortable night work

The cold light in the hotel stayed alone and didn't sleep, and the guest turned sad. My hometown is a thousand miles away tonight, and first frost will be next year.

Don? Du Fu

Fortunately, fireflies dare to fly near the sun because of rotten grass. You can order guest clothes when you are not near the book.

The curtain was blown small by the wind, and Dai Yu looked at Lin Wei. The frost is heavy in October, and it drifts irregularly.

Don? Du Fu

On the moonlit night, I remember my brothers guarding drums and breaking pedestrians, and the wild geese calling in the early 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. However, if a peacetime letter goes wrong, there is no truce.

Don? Dai Shulun's "Governing Sichuan Landscape"

Mao Ting in Matsushita is cool in May, and the Tingshayun tree is pale in the evening. On the road, endless homesickness rises, and green mountains and green waters seem to be their hometown.

Don? Yi Lee's "Sailing"

Liu Hua flew into the boat and lay down to attract Ling Hua to believe Biliu. It is said that the scenery is all over the Yangtze River and the weather is fine.

Don? Li Yi's "Listening to the Flute at Night in the Lane"

The sand in front of Lefeng is as white as snow, and the moonlight outside the city is like autumn frost. I don't know where the bleak reed flute blows and I look at my hometown all night.

Don? Zhang Jide's Qiu Si

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.

Song? Wang Anshi went to Guazhou.

Guazhou in Jingkou is separated by several mountains. Jiang Nanan spring breeze is green, when will the bright moon shine on me?

Thoughts in the dead of night

li po

Moonlight before bed,

People suspect that there is frost on the ground.

Looking up at the moon,

Keep your head down and think about your hometown.

Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my brothers in Shandong.

Wang Wei

As a stranger in a foreign land,

Please think twice about your relatives during the festival.

Know where the brothers climb,

There is one person missing from the dogwood.

Watching the moon on fifteen nights

Wang Jian

Bai Shu cheered in the atrium,

Coody Leng silent wet osmanthus.

Tonight, the moon is full of hope,

I wonder who Qiu Si belongs to.

Melancholy Qiu Si

Ji Zhang

Look at the autumn wind in Luoyang,

The writer's book is full of meaning.

I can't talk about it in a hurry

Pedestrians came and opened again.

-Autumn wind attracts

-Liu Yuxi

Where is the autumn wind?

Xiao Xiao sent the goose.

& ltbr & gt Chao lai ru Shu ting,

Lonely guests smell first.

Endless desire

Nalanxingde

A ride on the mountain, a ride on the water, and a trip to Guan Yu, with thousands of lights at night. When the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, and there is no such sound in the garden.

Tianjin Sha Qiu Si

Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are thin horses. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

People miss home every day.

Xue Daoheng

Spring is only seven days away,

I have been away from home for two years.

When people return to the geese,

Thought precedes flowers.