Poems praising hometown 1. Poems praising hometown should praise hometown, not homesick.
The years in North Taoyuan are cold, and my hometown is idle. In the cold night, I miss you, go to the Woods and farmland. Holding corn stalks, playing hide-and-seek and playing stubborn children. The north wind blows, snowflakes float, and I am happy. At the foot of Langya Mountain is my hometown, my cradle, Shili Golden Beach and Shili Peach Blossom Garden. With how many years of wind and rain? The most unforgettable thing is in the summer vacation: catching cicadas in the shade. In the pond: playing with each other and picking lotus. Seaside: Fishing boats sailing against the stormy waves. In the fishing song: at night, I don't think about it. How much do I expect in my dream? Looking forward to my hometown, I feel very cordial. The scenery in my hometown is good and the water in my hometown is sweet. When will I win? 3. In the small mountain village of Yangqiling, chickens and dogs hear each other. Get dressed, drive to Chai Men, welcome guests and invite old friends. In flowers and birds, enjoy the spring breeze, enjoy the beautiful days, sing ancient poems, sing guqin and play stringed instruments. Sit by the window and enjoy the whole area, blue sky and white clouds, clear water in the mountains and pine forests on the slopes. There are sheep far and near. Although there are hand guards. How much hate? I don't remember. The world is colorful, so why pursue it? China is beautiful, where is it not fascinating? This feeling is the purest. 4. The road map is a little cold, coming from the broken study. How many years? Never forget that hometown, that village. No matter when you are old, you are barren. Always accompany me: write Kyushu, write Sifang. One night, I wrote a river of poems and lyrics. I'm in high spirits, chinese odyssey. How many gorgeous chapters are still treasured. The guest under the lamp was left out in the cold today, and he disappeared. A pot of wine is finished. Look at lofty sentiments: still bold and unrestrained. Every sentence will be sung where the stylus is waved. Nine, Qin Yuanchun's four poems 1. Far away, the grass is green, the river is curved and the road is long. Birds fly by under the blue sky and white clouds. Summer color is not strong, rice and wheat are yellow. In the faint wind, there were bursts of songs and several scholars strolled in the fields. Still crazy. Raise the sails, ride the wind and waves, and then cultivate the pillars of the world. During the journey, it was in full swing and radiant. At the beginning of the river trip, it was cold and drizzling, raining and snowing, and the night was long. Under the lonely lamp, I was alone at my desk. Tears are rippling and my mood is faint. A piece of paper is hard to distinguish, and it has been scattered for many years. The cuckoo is singing outside the window. I woke up. Since there is love, why not? Tears streaming down her face, how many poems are there? There are waves in my ears. Who is the river sobbing for? How much did the waves wash away? Heroes. 3. Gu Song Louyue spits out turbid wine, sings a song of Long song, and celebrates the Mid-Autumn Festival. Clouds break the moon, and the residual flowers make a shadow, which is relatively silent. After thousands of difficulties and dangers, it has gone with the wind. Why does it feel like fire? Before the song is finished, I sigh that the river flows, and the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. The past is the past. How many people are there? Who can tell right from wrong? A few years, stay away from hate. I have traveled all over the castle peak, and the scenery remains the same. I went to Panasonic to find Li Bo, but I didn't see anyone, leaving only an old song. 4. Danxia's visit to Pang Luohua is intentional and ruthless. Time is long. I hate the size of the world and the sea of people. No one is with me. I share joys and sorrows. It's a long story Learn to sing a girl and ask the seagulls in the sky. Why? Teenagers have become, white-haired old people? It's hard to raise a glass of hatred and shame when you are drunk. Although the volcano runs deep in the iceberg, the world says: a barren mountain, wind, frost, rain and snow, silent for thousands of years, I do not know when to roar? Under heaven, for ordinary people, drive away the cold autumn. References:
"Three hundred Poems", author: White jade years are cold, my hometown is idle. In the cold night, I miss you, go to the Woods and farmland. Holding corn stalks, playing hide-and-seek and playing with children. The north wind blows, snowflakes float, and I am happy. At the foot of Langya Mountain, it is my hometown and my cradle. Shili Golden Beach, Shili Taoyuan, accompanied by wind and rain. The most unforgettable thing is in the summer vacation: catching cicadas in the shade. In the pond: playing with each other and picking lotus. Seaside: Fishing boats sailing against the stormy waves. In the fishing song: at night, I don't think about it. How much do I expect in my dream? Looking forward to my hometown, I feel very cordial. The scenery in my hometown is good and the water in my hometown is sweet. When will I win? .
2. What are the ancient poems praising hometown?
1. Except for night work [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. Xiang Si [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. Letter from [Ming] Yuan Kai
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 mountains with Master Hao Chu and 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. [Tang] wei ren
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?
8. 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. Seeing a friend off 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.
10. Billion teenagers in the moonlight (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? .
3. Praise the poems in my hometown
The years in North Taoyuan are cold, and my hometown is slack.
In the cold night, this yearning went to the Woods and farmland. Holding corn stalks, playing hide-and-seek and playing stubborn children.
The north wind blows, the snow floats and the music is long. At the foot of Langya Mountain is my hometown and my cradle.
Shili Golden Beach, Shili Peach Blossom Garden. Wind and rain, how many years? The hardest thing to forget, in the summer vacation: catching cicadas in the shade.
In the pond: playing with each other and picking lotus. Seaside: facing the stormy waves, sailing and swinging fishing boats.
In the fishing song: at night, don't think about it. How much hope is there in the dream? Looking at my hometown, I feel very cordial.
The scenery in my hometown is good and the water in my hometown is sweet. When is the triumph? 3. In the small mountain village of Yangqiling, chickens and dogs hear each other.
Get dressed and drive Chai Men. Welcome guests and invite old friends.
Spring breeze is a good time among birds and flowers. Singing ancient poems, guqin and stringed instruments.
Sit by the window and enjoy that piece, blue sky and white clouds. The mountain stream is clear and the pine forest is on the slope.
There are sheep far and near. Although in the afternoon, there was no meritorious military service.
At the foot of Shu Mountain, be a civilian. A game of chess, a cup of tea, ancient and modern, Qin Shihuang.
Accompanied by singing, you don't worry about Tao or poverty. How much affection? How much hate? Do not keep it.
The world is colorful, so why pursue it? China is beautiful, where is it not fascinating? This feeling is the purest. There is a little cold light in the broken study.
How many years? Never forget that hometown, that village. Whenever, go back to the old days, go back to the barren land.
Always accompany me: write about Kyushu and write about Sifang. One night, I once wrote a river of poems and songs.
Brilliant and exquisite. How many medals are still treasured.
Nowadays, the guests under the lamp have been ignored and disappeared, young lang. A pot of wine, drunk on the road.
The most desolate, lonely, go to heaven, tell the truth. May the future of our generation be more brilliant.
Looking at the sky, looking at lofty sentiments: still unrestrained. Where the iron pen is waved, the wind and waves are raging and every sentence is sung.
Nine, Qinyuan Chunsi 1. Away from the clear clouds, the grass is green, the river is curved and the path is long. Birds fly by under the blue sky and white clouds.
Summer color is not strong, rice and wheat are yellow. In the faint wind, there were bursts of songs and several readers were walking.
In the field, the sunset glow was sent away and the sunrise was ushered in. The memory of a primary school taught me to sail from now on.
Although the ends of the earth, this feeling is unforgettable. Despite all the disasters, I'm still crazy.
Raise the sails, ride the wind and waves, and then nurture the pillars of ten thousand generations. During the journey, it was in full swing and radiant.
At the beginning of the river trip, it was cold and drizzling, raining and snowing, and the night was long. One is under the blue wall, and the other is at the desk.
Tears welled up in my eyes and sadness was faint. A piece of paper is hard to sue and has been scattered for many years. The cuckoo is crowing outside the window.
Wake up, my hometown dream, my missing. Stroll through the fisherman's yard and ask when the bright moon will follow. Since there is love, why not? Tears streaming down her face, how many poems are there? There are waves in my ears. Who is the river sobbing for? How much did the waves wash away? A hero.
3. Gu Song Louyue spits out turbid wine, sings a song of Long song, and celebrates the Mid-Autumn Festival. Clouds break the moon, and the residual flowers make a shadow, which is relatively silent and autumn.
All kinds of difficulties go with the wind. Why must we face the sky like a fire? When the song is not finished, I sigh that the river flows, and the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. The past is the past, and how many omnipotent guests are there? Who can tell right from wrong? A few degrees in the spring and autumn, how much hate.
Walking through the castle peak, the scenery remains the same, and then looking for Li Bo in Panasonic, everyone is gone, leaving only an old song. 4. Danxia's visit to Pang Luohua is intentional, and the water is ruthless and the years are long.
I hate the size of the world, the sea of people, and no one shares my joys and sorrows. It's a long story Learn to be a singer and ask seagulls to heaven.
Why? Teenagers have become, white-haired old people? It's hard to raise a glass and hate shame when you get drunk. Although the iceberg is deep, the volcano runs.
But the world says: a barren hill. Wind, frost, rain and snow, silent for thousands of years, I do not know when to roar? Under heaven, for ordinary people, drive away the cold autumn.
References:
"Three hundred Poems", author: White jade years have been cold, hometown slack. In the cold night, this yearning went to the Woods and farmland.
Holding corn stalks, playing hide-and-seek and playing stubborn children. The north wind blows, the snow floats and the music is long.
At the foot of Langya Mountain is my hometown and my cradle. Shili Golden Beach, Shili Peach Blossom Garden.
Wind and rain, how many years? The hardest thing to forget, in the summer vacation: catching cicadas in the shade. In the pond: playing with each other and picking lotus.
Seaside: facing the stormy waves, sailing and swinging fishing boats. In the fishing song: at night, don't think about it.
How much hope is there in the dream? Looking at my hometown, I feel very cordial. The scenery in my hometown is good and the water in my hometown is sweet.
When is the triumph? References:
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7. Praise the poems of hometown
Poems praising hometown 1, ... 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 in Beibao Mountain" 2. Humayi north wind, the south branch of bird's nest.
-nineteen ancient poems by Han, "Walking and Re-walking" 3. It's another rainy night, and the residual lights are lonely. My hometown is full of clouds and water, which is not suitable for Qiu Meng.
Now, close to my village and meeting people, I dare not ask a question. -Tang Song Wen Zhi Du Da Yu Ling 5. Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank again, and I suddenly remembered home.
-Li Bai's "Silent Night Thinking" 6. Everyone is good in Jiangnan, and tourists are only old in Jiangnan. The spring water is greener than the sky, and tourists can sleep on the boat listening to the rain.
-Wei Zhuang's Good Jiangnan 7. 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, "People are homesick every day" 8. Whose rain flute is flying in the dark, and the spring breeze is full of Chinese fir. In this nocturne, everyone can't remember the national conditions.
-Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night" 9. 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" 10, where is my hometown, and I won't return until I get drunk. -Song Liqing took photos of Bodhisattva Man 1 1, and his heart died in Nanyun, followed by the northern geese.
How many more chrysanthemums have been planted under the fence in my hometown today? 12, you people from my old country, tell me what happened there! .
When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? -Wei's Three Miscellaneous Poems 13. Children meet strangers, where do they come from? -He Zhangzhi's Homecoming Book 14, sad songs can be used as tears, and you can look at Angelica from afar. -Han Yuefu folk song "Elegy".
8. Praise the poems of hometown
1, Beauty of Hometown is the sweetest hometown water, and the most beautiful is the local accent.
Sweet water and beautiful local accent-better than nectar and nectar, just like Yue Xian on earth! Wandering around the world alone. My hometown is in that beautiful place. Pine trees all over the mountain dance in the wind, like a green ocean. The sound of pine trees dancing in the wind is like the sound image of a symphony. The hug of the pine tree is a symbol of unity. It is the pillar of my hometown. Flowers are floating all over the mountains, and mountains and rivers are surrounded by beautiful scenery. The river flows through sparkling trees and trees, making it more brilliant. You are my loveliest hometown. After the rain, Asahi makeup clouds, golden-winged birds flapping their wings.
Waving Supa, I am waving ―― Ah, I miss you, hometown! Put 1000 paper kites into the blue sky and gently release the first dream of childhood. Away from the back, I quietly pursue-ah, miss you, hometown! Playing on the other side of the river beach, heavy Balinese incense hangs from the branches.
The bleak autumn wind, I stand indifferent-ah, miss you, hometown! In order to pass on the oath from generation to generation, a red bean was carefully planted in fertile soil. Candlelight burning, I shook my head-ah, miss you, hometown.
9. Praise hometown poems
Windy autumn wind, waves in Dongting, waves under leaves: describe the breeze blowing.
Dongting: Dongting Lake, in the north of Hunan Province. Waves: microwave flooding.
Muye: Yellow leaves. Chu Ci of the Warring States Period Qu Yuan's "Nine Songs, Lady Xiang" is sorrowful and indignant! A bleak, withered grass, withered, if it is a long trip, the mountain climbing near the water will also be bleak: lonely, depressed.
Liao Li: Desolate. If you travel far away: It seems that people travel far away.
During the Warring States Period of Chu, Song and Yu, the autumn wind started, the plants and trees fell yellow, and the geese returned to the car. There were many leaves, so it was autumn: the courtyard of Luxiang. Tao Jin Yuanming's "Appreciating Willow, Wood and Mulberry" is a new autumn night, graceful and graceful, and the moon will be far away: describing the length of the night.
Tingting: It's far away. In Tao Jin Yuanming's "Fire in June in Wushen", it shows the whereabouts of Furong Lou, Liu Yangyue, and Furong Shu: Lotus.
In the Southern Dynasties, Yan Qiu Si looked at the cold city, and Pingchu was in the cold city: the cold has invaded the city. Look: Look into the distance.
Pingchu: Ye Ping. Cangran: The appearance of lush vegetation.
Write two sentences about the scene of early autumn. In the Southern Dynasties, the pavilion "Looking at Xuancheng County" is under the leaves, and the pavilion is high in autumn: horizontal.
Konoha: Leaves. Dragon Head: The mountain name is between Shaanxi and Gansu today.
In the Southern Dynasties, Liang and Liu mixed the poem "On Dressing". The fog in Jincheng was low, and the grass under Yumen was low: the grass withered. Under the tree: leaves are falling.
Jincheng: the name of an ancient county, between Yuzhong, Gansu and Xining, Qinghai. Yumen: Yumen Pass, in the west of Dunhuang, Gansu.
Write two sentences about the cold autumn scenery in the northwest. The autumn sounds of trees and trees in "Another Kind" written by the Southern Dynasty Cloud, and the autumn sounds of mountains and mountains in cold colors: autumn wind blowing, scattered vegetation, cold and noisy.
The epitaph of Bulugu's family, the wife of Zhou Qiaocheng, was written by Wei Jiuyue: auxiliary words, meaningless. Foreword: season.
Don Wang Bo's Preface to the Autumn Pavilion: The sunset and the lonely Qi Fei are the same: the name of the bird, the wild duck. Qi Fei: The sun sets from the sky, and I am lonely from bottom to top, competing with Qi Fei.
A color: the water in autumn is blue, and the sky is blue, reflecting the water and forming a color. Don Wang Bo's "Preface to Autumn Farewell" is full of autumn, and the mountains are only brilliant. Tang's Wild Hope hangs on a different scene in the forest, and the autumn color is like Luo Yangchun's Early Autumn. The mountains are cold and blue, and the autumn water flows all day: the sound of running water.
Wei's "Farewell to Wangchuan" describes the scenery in late autumn in the following two sentences: the white stone rises in the west of Beijing, and the red leaves are sparse: the stream falls, the white stone dew falls, and the red leaves fall, leaving little. Wei's Poem on Two Que Inscriptions in the Mountain is full of autumn bamboo, and the cool Wuling Song and Tang Dynasties' Poem Looking at Qinchuan is full of autumn leaves, and the night pearl curtain is not frosted. Tang Wang Changling's "Five Poems of Long Xin Qiu": "The phoenix tree in the golden well is full of autumn leaves, and the curtain of the night pearl is not frosted.
Jade pillow jade pillow looks like a withered face, lying on your back and worrying about listening to the south temple-style leaking face. Bai Yue reflects the cold pool, and autumn rain grows moss. Liu Tang Changqing's "Youchan Shuangfeng Temple" went to the wild field in the south, because the leaves had fallen, and the wind in the cold zone was not far from the autumn of North Haoran's "Huai Yue Chu Han Jiang". When you are away from home, it is cold in Qiu Lai and cool in Qingjiang. Tang Li Bai's "Appreciating the Rain" Autumn geese are accompanied by the wind. I look at each other in this village and drink my wine.
Tang Dynasty's Secretary of Xuanzhou Zhuangbie Li Bai's Lonely Place of Orange Pomelo, Lonely Place of Autumn Old Indus: People Cooking Smoke. Cold orange pomelo: The cold smoke in autumn makes the orange sleeves chilly.
The two sentences are written about human beings, orange pomelo is dark blue, and phoenix tree is yellowish, showing a late autumn scenery. Tang Li Bai's "Qiudeng Xuancheng Xietiao North Building" Huang Yun yellow birds, autumn dusk trees. Tang Du Fu's "Late Autumn, Changsha Cai Wufeng gave a royal drinking banquet to send Liu Yin to join the army, and Yu Fengzhou returned to Jin", which was hosted by a fisherman. In the clear autumn, swallows flew to stay in the hut: for two nights.
So: still. Tang Du Fu's Eight Poems of Autumn Prosperity is in Qujiangtou, Xiakou of Zhaitang, and Wan Lifeng's smoke meets autumn sand on the far shore of Tang Du Fu's Eight Poems of Autumn Prosperity. Even the mountains are illuminated by night, and autumn is near in the sky. The moon on earth is clear, and Du Fu of Tang Dynasty cries in August and autumn. My home is Sanlian Caotang. cogon
Describe the scene of vilen in late autumn: the wind blows the thatch on the vilen and the wild fire burns the withered mulberry trees. Don Cen Can's "Going to the Girder, but Sending to the Mad Lord" Autumn wind moves Wan Li, and the sunset glow is high. Tang Dynasty's "Gongbei Qiuxing sends Cui Mingyun" came back to life, and the cold came back to life: sunset, dusk.
Turbulence: A criss-crossing river. Zhang: A steep mountain peak.
In Qi's "Mid-Autumn Festival on the West Peak of Nanshan Mountain, the title of Lord Lan Ruo", in the voice, when ten thousand people take pictures, the sun sets. Tang Qianqi's "Topic Su Gong Lin Pavilion" Lai Su rested, and the autumn air in the empty mountains was clear. Su Yu: It rained last night.
In Tang Liduan's Walking with Wei and Jin Dynasties in Maoling Mountain, the rain is green, the frost garden is red and the weeds are green. Closed: full.
It means that after the rain, the path in the yard is covered with green grass, and the garden is covered with red leaves after frost, and the courtyard is desolate and lonely. Tang Bai Juyi's Sima Zhai.