2. Complete works of homesick poems
Complete Poems on Rain (Poems on Rain) 1. Poetry about rain.
Rain Lane-Dai Wangshu walked alone in a long, lonely rain lane with an oil-paper umbrella. I hope to meet a girl with a lilac knot.
She is lilac-like color, lilac-like fragrance, lilac-like sadness, sadness in the rain, sadness and hesitation; Like me, she is wandering in this lonely rain lane with an oil-paper umbrella, as indifferent, as sad and as melancholy as me. She silently approached, approached and took a breath. She floated like a dream, dreamlike, sad and confused.
Like a lilac field in a dream, this girl floats by me; She walked away silently, walked away, walked towards the decaying fence, and walked through the rainy path. In the elegy of the rain, her color faded, her fragrance dispersed, even her sighing eyes and the melancholy of lilacs.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, a person lingers in a long, long, long, long rain lane, hoping to float past a girl with a clove knot.
2. Poems about rainy days (preferably self-created)
The setting sun is lonely, the autumn water is * * * and the sky is one color-Tang Wang Bo's Preface to Autumn Knee Farewell, all trees are autumn, only the hills are shining-Tang Wang Ji's Wild Hope. Roll up my family's three hairs-Tang Du Fu's "The Hut is Blown by the Autumn Wind" red candle Qiu Guang painted a cold screen and a small fan danced fireflies lightly. The day and night are as cool as water. I lie and watch the morning glory and Vega-Autumn Night by Tang Dumu, with blue sky and yellow leaves, autumn colors rippling and cold smoke curling up. Blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees-A Song of Snow Sent to the Field-Clerk Wu Comes Home sprinkled salt in the air, but it was catkin-Ode to Snow by Daoyun, and the snow in Yanshan was as big as a seat, blowing down Xuanyuantai-Northern Customs by Tang Libai.
A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. -Jiang Xue is from Tang Zongyuan. Who cut a pile of snow on the flat ground into this kind of smallpox? -When Tang Hanyu Li Hua's two poems and six poems flew into the house and sat watching the bamboo turn into a beautiful branch-Tang Gaopian.
Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. -Li Bai, "Drinking the bright moon alone shines on the foot of my bed, is there frost?" Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home. -Li Bai's Silent Night Thinking goes to the West Chamber alone, and the bright moon is like a hook-Li Yu's Meet You, the bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze sings cicadas at midnight.
-Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon" was a bright moon in the Qin Dynasty, closed in the Han Dynasty, and the Long March people did not return. -Wang Changling's "Fortress" People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain or shine. It was difficult to accomplish in ancient times.
-Su Shi's "Water Tune" Spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan, when will the bright moon shine on me? -Wang Anshi's "Boating in Guazhou" is a frosty night, and Jiang Feng's "Night Sleeping by the Maple Bridge" is a bright moon. At this time, the sea is full, and the horizon is * * * At this time-Zhang Jiuling's "Looking at the moon and thinking about a distance" is how wide the sky is, how close the trees are, how clear the water is, and how close the moon is! . Meng Haoran's Sleeping in Jiande, the clouds change in the morning mirror, and the twilight songs dare to be cold and bright-Li Shangyin's Untitled Poem of Friendship, however, China is our friendship and heaven is our neighbor.
-Wang Bo's "Farewell to Du Fu's appointment" advised you to drink a glass of wine and go out to Yangguan for no reason. -Wang Wei's "Send Yuan to Twenty Shores Xi" sails alone in a blue sky, only looking at the Yangtze River.
-Li Bai's "Farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou" Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet and not as good as Wang Lun. -Li Bai's "To Wang Lun" Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone knows you.
-There is a poem of "bird" in Gao Shi's Biedongda. There are no birds in hundreds of mountains and no footprints in thousands of paths. -Liu Zongyuan's "Jiang Xue" In the spring morning, I woke up briskly, surrounded by birds singing. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" startled the birds in the moon and rang in the spring stream.
-Wang Wei's "Birding Creek" The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are returning. -Tao Yuanming's "Drinking", the petals have been like tears, and the lonely bird has sung grief.
-Du Fu's "Spring Hope" Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly back and forth in front of my nervous eyes ...-There is a poem of "Rain" in Du Fu's "Looking at Yue", which is green and dripping, and there is no need to return in the oblique wind and drizzle. -Zhang's "Fishing Songs" apricot blossoms are wet and the wind is cold.
-the quatrains written by Zhinan and Shang, Weicheng is light in the rain, and the guest house is green and willow. -Wang Wei's "Send Two Stones to Anxi" 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties, with many towers and misty rain.
-Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring Poetry" lies listening to the stormy night, and the iron horse glacier dream. -Lu You's "The Wind and Rain on November 4" knows that the rainy season is good, and it happens in spring.
-Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night There were seven or eight stars in the sky, but it rained for two or three minutes in front of the mountain-Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon, but now I think of that night, that storm, and I don't know how many flowers were broken. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" It rains in the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.
-Du Mu's "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy. -Su Shi's "Drinking Rain after Chu Qing on the Lake", the mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs. -Wen Tianxiang's poem "Crossing the Lingdingyang" carries the word "mountain" and we look at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the surrounding mountains.
-Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Village" Wan Li went to Rongji and the mountain was flying. -"Mulan Poetry" Gushan Temple is in the north of Jiating West, and the water level is low.
Bai Juyi's spring outing in Qiantang River, and then he disappeared at the corner of the pass, leaving only hoofprint. -Cen Can's "A Snow White Farewell to Tian Shuji Wu's Home" The apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, and the canoe has passed.
-Li Bai's "Early Interpretation of Baidicheng" made Longcheng fly, but did not teach Huma to cross the Yinshan Mountain. -Wang Changling's "Embankment" Mountain covers the day, and the ocean drains the golden river.
-Wang Zhihuan's "Looking at the Heron Tower" The Yellow River is far above the white clouds and is an isolated city, Wan Ren. -Wang Zhihuan's "Liangzhou Ci" suspected no road village.
-Lu You traveled to Shanxi Village. Once he climbed to the top of the mountain and peeked, he would see that other mountains looked short under the sky ...-Du Fu's "Wang Yue" picked chrysanthemums under the east fence and leisurely saw Nanshan.
-Tao Yuanming's poem "Drinking" wet clothes with "flowers", and his face is not cold. The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers reflect the different colors of the sun. In Yang Wanli's "Dawn at the Forest Square in Jingci Temple", the rice flowers say that there is a good harvest, and frogs croak. In Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon", children are scrambling to chase Huang Die and fly into cauliflower, and there is nowhere to find it. Song-Yang Mianmian Spring Rain dyed the earth green and warmed the river softly.
Look, it is raining again. Rain, like spun silk, is light and thin, and you can't hear the sound of falling, and you can't feel the dripping of fish.
I just feel that this is like a kind of moist smoke, which gently moistens the earth and people's hearts. Under the nourishment of spring rain, wheat seedlings grow greener and vegetables and flowers bloom more golden.
In a crisscross ditch, the spring water trickles. Young trees and willows spread their branches and leaves in the spring rain, greedily sucking the sweet rain.
3. Write poems about rain.
The mountains are empty, and it's strange that the rain is coming. It's raining all over the building, but it's raining all over the sky, and Yun Lan is broken. However, it rains at night and listens to the wind at midnight. The sound of rain falls and pearls jump off the boat. I'm glad to know that there was a lot of rain in Tomb-Sweeping Day, but now I remember that night, the storm, pedestrians on the road wanted to die. Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei. There are seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three before the rainy mountain. Cold rain at night, Wu
In the evening of the pavilion, the shower stopped at the beginning of the pavilion, and the wind kept blowing away. Angry, leaning against the railing and resting in the drizzle is already a lonely sorrow at dusk, and it is even more stormy.
Green bamboo hats, green clothes, oblique wind and drizzle don't have to go back to the small building. A lantern on a bead curtain shook my lonely heart and I went home. There are two red houses facing the wind and covered by rain. I listened to the apricot flowers sold in the deep alley of the spring rain in the Ming Dynasty and asked if it was not the date to return the book. The rain rose to the autumn pool in the evening. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.
The acropolis is dusty in Qingyu City, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. Today, I think it's raining, the wind and rain are blowing in the dark, the MOS rail glacier is dreaming, the rain in the sky is crisp, the grass in the distance is close at hand, but there is no small building to listen to the spring rain all night. In the deep alley, there are thousands of rain curtains selling apricot flowers in late autumn, the wind and water on the balcony are Ming Che at sunset, and the mountains are strangely green when it rains. Young mermaid.
Complete works of homesick poems 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. 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.
3. 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.
4. 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
Here comes the homesick poet who started from scratch.
be homesick
The rain is moist this season,
Peach blossoms in my hometown have blossomed all over Shan Ye.
I used to be a butterfly,
Gather pure happiness among flowers.
Now I'm wandering around the world,
Ever since I left my hometown in tears,
I always feel sad in my recalled dreams. ...
Walking on a quiet field path,
Looking at thousands of peach trees in full bloom,
Attract bees and butterflies to fly in the fragrance,
It's like enjoying a beautiful fairyland painting.
The joy and ease in my heart can't be described.
The simple happiness of childhood,
Has long ended in a fairy tale. ...
Wandering alone in a foreign land,
I suddenly miss my dear parents.
Fruit trees should be sprayed with drugs,
Melon beans need to be planted in fertile soil.
Are they busy in the fields at this time?
For the children's bright future,
They work hard and work hard without hesitation.
Bear the burden of life with forbearance and determination.
Time flies like water,
When I suddenly look back fondly on the past,
Only to find that a lot of sweetness has already disappeared in the depths of the cold rain.
After so much snow, rain, cold and heat,
Enduring unforgettable loneliness,
Only then can I understand how rich this beauty is. ...
Spring here is also like a beautiful word.
Looking at the white clouds floating in the blue sky,
My feelings are still flying towards my hometown.
The mountains and rivers are heavy, but they are difficult to contain.
No matter how cold and cruel the years are,
No matter how difficult and helpless things are,
I will always cherish my past happiness in my heart. ...
6. Homesick Poetry (Original)
be homesick
When it rains
I sat at the window of the rain curtain.
Miss you-my hometown
Gaze into the distance
cannot help doing
Walking in the rain
Thinking about you again
Return from the rainbow
Dusk time
punch-drunk
Watch the sunset.
Miss you again.
Rise from the horizon at dusk
The spring breeze was blown away.
Summer flowering
Autumn leaves fall
Winter snow is pervasive.
Are you Wu Yan?
It comes in six colors.
It is a star.
This is the moon.
This is a happy little fish.
It's all scenery
It's my favorite hometown.
be homesick
be homesick
Sitting in the sunset
Bathe in the warmth
I also saw the withered tile house in my hometown.
I saw the wrinkled hands of the old farmer.
be homesick
westering sun
Loneliness in the sky
I also heard the chirping in my hometown of Ru Yan.
Heard the old farmer's disgusting cough.
be homesick
Jathyapple is like a hook.
Kihara is clear in autumn
I also know the tranquility of returning home late.
Know the sadness in the old farmer's eyes
hometown
Under the pale sky
Withered pear petals
Fall on both sides of the stream
A towering mountain peak
Echoed with silence
Pebbles on country roads
It contains the freshness of tomorrow morning.
at dusk
Stumbling figure
Dragged by the sunset
In that playful childhood
I had a tender dream.
Fly with good wishes
at present
That ancient hometown
By the dust of the years
Hide in the dark
Began to dissipate quietly