Beautiful poems about homesickness

He looks up at the bright moon and lowers his head to think about his hometown. It is rainy and mist is heavy here in the country.

The sound of autumn in the beach is more urgent, and the air in the gorge is cloudy. Looking at the sky, the clouds cover my eyes, and I am homesick for the raindrops.

How can I rely on this north window to comfort me? Tear wet wipes.

The music is out of date, and the peach and plum trees are in the rain. There is no mood to drink, but there seems to be a reason.

There are many people out on the river bank. In the autumn of Tang Dynasty, Du Xunhe drove his horse along the river, feeling homesick every step of the way.

He waved his whip and heard the sound of cicadas. When poverty comes, there is no land to farm. I send my friends on the river to travel south, where they are filled with nostalgia.

The shore is full of people, and the lake is wide and the boats are sailing in the autumn. , divide the lanterns and fishing boats.

When I see wild geese in Xiaoxiang, I should think of traveling alone. If you don’t sweep, who will climb the willows outside the door? If you sit for a long time and sell silver candles, you will lose your beauty.

The moon in the autumn night shines in the mountains. In the winter, I feel homesick in the Tang Dynasty. The sky is dark. Clear.

The trees are cold and there are few birds, and the mountains are far away. The sun is closing the window, and the inkstone is burning.

I suddenly want to live in Xiling. Dreaming about the ruins of Tang Rongyu's hometown in the autumn, I came here to think about old times.

People have changed in one day, and water has flowed for thousands of years. The sound of the dream is late, and the trees in Jingmen are in autumn.

Looking from afar Tang Yuanzhen’s eyes are full of sad winter scenery, with many mangroves on the side of the mountain and the temple. Zhongxuan sheds endless tears of homesickness, and the Zhang River flows eastward with jade waves.

He Sanxiang Poetry, Gaoqu, Tang Dynasty. Thousands of mountains and thousands of mountains in the north and south. Who doesn’t miss his hometown in Xuanche? Only traces of Fanghan's sorrow remain, and the peach and plum blossoms may be hurt on the street.

Homesickness Tang Xuetao The water under Mount Emei is like oil, but my heart is not tied to my boat. When the sails leave Jinpu, the sound of the rafts will sing in unison.

01. I would like to ask you, Dongliu Shui, who do you want to compare with? ——Li Bai 02. I advise you to drink a glass of wine. There is no old friend when you leave Yangguan in the west. ——Wang Wei 03. Wherever the sails can be anchored at sunset, the sight of the horizon will break your heart.

——Meng Haoran 04. The shadow of the lone sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky. ——Li Bai 05. A person who knows one’s friends in the sea is as close as a neighbor in the world.

——Wang Bo 06. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to miss your hometown. ——Li Bai 07. I wish you a long life and a long life.

——Su Shi 08. I am a stranger in a foreign land, and I miss my family even more during the festive season. ——Wang Wei 09. If you were transformed into hundreds of billions of people, they would disperse to the top of the mountain and look at your hometown.

——Liu Zongyuan 10. When you asked about the return date, the autumn ponds swelled with rain at night in Bashan. ——Li Shangyin 11. The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine back on me?

——Wang Anshi 12. I don’t know where the reeds are blowing, and all the people are looking for their hometowns in one night. ——Li Yi 13. The thoughts of wandering in the floating clouds, the feelings of old friends in the setting sun.

——Li Bai 14. Parting in a leisurely way, reminiscing about feelings for no reason. ——Xu Shu 15. I know that the human heart is not like a tree, so why do you think that people are separated like flowers?

——Xiao Zixian 16. It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, because the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered. ——Li Shangyin 17. When will we know each other when we miss each other? It is embarrassing at this time and this night.

——Li Bai 18. The wind and fire last for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand yuan. 19. Withered vines and old trees, dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, people, and ancient roads with westerly winds and thin horses. 20. Where is the village gate at sunset, the smoke waves The river makes people sad 21. Still pity the hometown water, seeing off the boat thousands of miles away 22. The wine enters the sad heart, turning into tears of lovesickness 23. *** Looking at the bright moon, weeping, the hometown feels the same in five places overnight 24. A glass of turbid wine, thousands of miles away, Qiang Although the ground is full of frost 25, why should I cut the candles from the west window, but say that it rains at night in Bashan 1. You came from your hometown. You should know about your hometown.

Will the winter plum blossoms bloom in front of the beautiful window tomorrow? (Wang Wei's "Miscellaneous Poems") 2. When the young man left home and his elder brother came back, his local pronunciation remained unchanged and his hair on his temples faded. When children see each other but don't recognize each other, they laugh and ask where the guest comes from. "He Zhizhang's "Returning to Hometown Occasionally") 3. The sound of the book outside the mountains is broken, and the winter returns to the beginning of spring.

I feel even more timid when I'm close to my hometown, and don't dare to ask anyone. "Crossing the Han River" in Song Dynasty) 4. Traveling outside the green mountains, boating in front of the green water.

The tide is flat, the banks are wide, the wind is blowing and the sail is hanging. Hai Ri is born and the night is over, and Jiang Chun is entering the old year.

Where can I find the hometown book? Return to Yanluoyang. (Wang Wan's "Under the Cibeigu Mountain") 5. I am only seven days old and have been away from home for two years.

When people return home after the wild geese, their thoughts are in front of the flowers. (Xue Daoheng's "Everyone Thinks of Returning") 7. Whose jade flute is flying in the dark, and the spring breeze fills Luo City.

In this nocturne, I heard the broken willows, who could not forget the sentiments of my home country. (Li Bai's "Hearing the Flute in Luocheng on a Spring Night") 8. It's already ten frosts when the guest house is in the same state, and I remember Xianyang day and night when I return home.

I crossed the Sanggan River for no reason, but I thought Bingzhou was my hometown. (Liu Zao's "Lvci Shuofang") 9. The drums cut off the people's line, and there is a sound of wild geese in the autumn.

The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown. All my brothers are scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death.

The letter sent was not delivered, and the army was not suspended. 10. Recalling my brother-in-law on a moonlit night (Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty) The garrison of drums breaks the line of people, and the sound of autumn geese is revealed. From this night on, the white moon is my hometown. Tomorrow, all my brothers are scattered and have no home. They ask about life and death, and send letters. The situation is not good, but the army has not stopped. 11. Look at the moon and embrace the distance. (Zhang Jiuling of the Tang Dynasty) The bright moon rises on the sea and the end of the world*** At this time, the lover resents the distant night and rises in love at night. The candle is extinguished and the light is full of pity. The clothes are covered with dew and the dew is unbearable. The hand is full and returns the dream. Du Shaofu appointed Shuzhou Wang Bocheng Quefu San Qin, the wind and smoke look to Wujin.

I want to say goodbye to you, both are eunuchs. There are close friends in the sea, and there are neighbors in the world.

If you do nothing, you will go astray, and your children will be in trouble. Chanting Cicadas in Prison King Luo Bin The cicadas sing in the West, and the guests in Nanguan are deep in thought.

I couldn’t bear the shadow of Xuan’s temples, so I came to sing to Bai Tou. It is difficult to fly in due to heavy dew, and it is easy to sink due to the strong wind.

No one believes in nobleness, who can express his sincerity? Liu Changqing, the owner of Furong Mountain who stays in Furong Mountain during the snow. At dusk, the mountains are far away, and the weather is cold and the white house is poor.

Chaimen hears dogs barking, and people return home on a snowy night. Fu De Mu Yu sent Li Zhou by Wei Yingwu In the light rain on the Chu River, it was the dusk of Jianye.

The sails of Momo come with heavy weight, and the birds of darkness leave late. The sea gate is deep and invisible, and the Pu tree is far away.

The love for each other is infinite, and it is better to touch the lapel than to loose silk. Night Mooring at Fengqiao Zhang Ji The moon is setting, crows are crying, and the sky is filled with frost. The river maple is fishing and the fire is facing melancholy.

At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell rang for the passenger ship. Wuyi Alley Liu Yuxi Wild grass and flowers beside the Zhuque Bridge, the setting sun is setting at the entrance of Wuyi Alley.

In the old days, the king Xietang Qianyan flew into the homes of ordinary people. Untitled Li Shangyin It’s hard to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered.

The spring silkworms will not run out until they die, and the wax torch will not dry until it turns to ashes. The morning mirror is full of worry, but the clouds on the temples are changing, and the moonlight is cold when singing at night.

There is not much way to get to Pengshan, and the blue birds are attentive. 3. Sentences about homesickness

1. Missing my hometown actually means missing my childhood friends in my hometown, missing the old house, and missing the land.

However, what Wanderer misses most is his old parents. 2. When the geese flying south can no longer be seen in the sky, when the leaves on the sycamore trees turn yellow and green, my unchanging nostalgia is still playing so leisurely, just like the distant sound of the flute in my hometown. , the threads are endless; just like Empress Li's "Leaving hatred is just like green grass, walking farther and returning to life".

3. Hometown, what is hometown? Your hometown is a dream you had when you were a child, and it is a cornerstone of your growth. There is a song that goes like this: "Walking all over the world, the most beautiful thing is my hometown. Drinking water all over the world, the sweetest thing is my hometown.

4. Walking on the small road in my hometown, that kind of natural feeling That kind of harmony and comfort slowly drifted into my heart like the wind. Some of the roads in my hometown are cement roads and some are dirt roads, but this did not affect my enthusiasm for my hometown.

5. Every night it is a rainbow in dreams, connecting the distance between the heart and my hometown. Day by day, it is a scalding river, silently flowing with the nostalgia of the soul.

Who was it, by the Yellow River, whose rich Yu accent moved me back to the thick soil of the Central Plains; who was it, on Songshan Mountain, who brought me back with a homesick poem? The hometown of the soul. 4. Beautiful sentences about nostalgia

1. Time changes, several years of wandering in a foreign land, past regrets, past hopes, alternately occupying the hearts of wanderers in foreign lands, and time and time again they finally let go. Thoughts about returning home. Whenever I feel tired, the gentle nostalgia will surge up in an instant, like the tide washing the lonely sea of ????heart, burying the troubles, gently licking the scarred heart, and soothing the tired soul. The homesickness at this time is like a shelter from the wind, so warm.

A white railway track stretches the traces of winter. The lavender smoke, clear and messy, is surrounded by the graceful traces of migratory birds. A string of deep and shallow footprints floated on the boundless snowy wilderness, and the unforgettable memory gradually became blurred.

2 Longing is like a trickling stream, running through the years across mountains and rivers. Feel it with your heart, and the warmth is still there. Use a grateful heart to gain more insights, more beauty, and more happiness. Standing in the years, I looked around and saw that the day of spring was approaching... so I smiled sweetly!

3 Nostalgia is the teardrops rolling down my mother’s cheeks as she misses her children, moistening my homesickness every night. Many years ago, that day when I got on the train going north, my mother burst into tears, waving her arms and running with the train. That scene has been in my heart since then, and it has become a dripping wound in my heart, and the blood flowing out of the wound It will always be bloody homesickness.

4 Nostalgia is also a local pronunciation. Sometimes it is buried underground in our daily life, but it keeps fermenting. So when we speak smooth Mandarin, a dialect will inadvertently pop up, so we will be confused about it. We are so sensitive to sudden familiar sounds in a thousand accents that we easily switch skillfully between two different languages.

5. Nostalgia is always related to distance, and to leaving home and abroad. Nostalgia is a line that travels through time and space. At one end is the wanderer and at the other end is the hometown. The farther the wanderer travels, the tighter the nostalgia becomes. When a wanderer's hair turns gray and he becomes tired, the deepest scars are left on his heart.

6 Nostalgia is my mother’s calloused hands. It was these hands that once led me on the way to school. These hands used labor to pay for my study fees. These hands helped me when I was sick. I brought water and medicine, and these hands caressed my cheeks and hair when I had insomnia at night, until I fell asleep peacefully. When I miss my mother, I can’t help but think of my mother’s rough hands that led me to grow up. In my mother’s hands, Holding my thick and faint homesickness. 5. A collection of sad and longing poems

In the heart of spring, don’t let the flowers bloom, every inch of lovesickness and every inch of ashes! ——Li Shangyin's "Untitled·Soaring East Wind and Drizzle"

Who thinks that the west wind is cold alone, the rustling yellow leaves are closed and the windows are closed, and the setting sun is setting in meditation on the past. ——Nalan Xingde's "Huanxisha·Who cares about the west wind and the cold alone"

Sounds are rising from all sides, thousands of miles away, long smoke is setting, the sun is setting, and the lonely city is closed. ——Fan Zhongyan's "The Fisherman's Proud Autumn Thoughts"

I hope you will pick more of them, this is the most lovesick thing. —— Wang Wei's "Lovesickness"

I miss you every day without seeing you, and drink the water of the Yangtze River every day. ——Li Zhiyi's "Bu Shuzi·I Live at the Head of the Yangtze River"

When the ends of the earth are limited, there is only endless place for lovesickness. ——Yan Shu's "Jade House Spring·Spring Hate"

I am afraid that I can't tell you the story in a hurry, and the traveler has to open the gate again before leaving. ——Zhang Ji's "Autumn Thoughts"

When traveling in spring, apricot blossoms blow all over your head. ——Wei Zhuang's "Spring Tour in Sidi Township"

Birds miss the old forest, and fish in the pond miss their old abyss. ——Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields Part 1" 6. Are there any beautiful passages about homesickness?

The moon is the day of hometown, and the Chinese nation is the nation that loves home the most.

This complex is reflected in literary works, reflecting a strong homesickness complex. Let us experience this feeling in "Homesickness" by the contemporary poet Zhou Tianhou: "Climbing high buildings, looking at hometown, there are many The mountains cover my eyes, and the pillows are wet with tears.

I feel longing for you, and I am afraid to write home about my sorrow.

From ancient times. It is said that "when a fox dies, it will always be on a hill". It was only in the past few years that "Go Home and See" became popular, all showing the inextricable nostalgia of the Chinese nation. The two simple and plain square words "hometown" contain the ideological philosophy and folk customs accumulated by the five thousand years of civilization of the Chinese nation. Wherever the Chinese go, they will linger in the hometown complex for a long time, feeling the sorrow of separation, The longing for home is as old and new as life.

"Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my loved ones even more during festive seasons." For thousands of years, "local sentiment" has been almost a common mentality among wanderers, and the sound of nostalgia has always been over the castle of Chinese poetic tradition. lingering. Hometown and wanderers, this seems to be a song that can never be finished.

Hometown and homeland are topics that have been talked about for a long time. People have deep feelings for every mountain, water, plant, tree, and even a handful of loess in their hometown. Even if they reach the end of the sky or the shore of the sea, they can't let go of it.

A piece of local writing and a sentence of local accent often make people excited.

A history of Chinese literature, full of nostalgia and nostalgia.

Qu Yuan wrote "Sorrow" in response to the crisis in the Chu Kingdom; Cai Wenji weaved the melancholy of homesickness into the notes of "Eighteen Beats of Hujia" bit by bit; in "Nineteen Ancient Poems" nearly Half of the works are about the homesickness of being unable to return home; Li Bai, who had great ambition but was unable to fulfill his ambitions, wrote China's No. 1 homesickness poem "Thoughts on a Quiet Night". Nowadays, due to reasons well-known to everyone, a shallow bend of water separates the mainland and Taiwan. The feeling of being homeless has gradually evolved into longing for homeland, relatives and motherland.

Look, Yu Guangzhong's "Nostalgia", Qi Jun's childhood story, Peng Bangzhen's "Hometown of the Moon", there is really endless nostalgia. The rain has nourished this season, and the peach blossoms in my hometown have already bloomed all over the mountains and fields.

Once upon a time I was a butterfly, picking pure happiness from the flowers. Now I am wandering in this world. Since I said goodbye to my hometown with tears, I will always be filled with sadness in the dreams I recall... Walking on the quiet field path, looking at the thousands of peach trees in full bloom, attracting swarms of bees. The array of butterflies fluttering in the fragrance is like admiring a gorgeous fairyland painting, and the joy in my heart is indescribable.

Those simple happiness of childhood have long ended with fairy tales... Wandering alone in a foreign land, I suddenly miss my dear parents very much. Fruit trees should be sprayed with pesticides and melons and beans need to be planted in fertile soil. Are they busy in the fields at this time? For the bright future of their children, they worked hard and endured the burden of life without any complaints... The years passed by so fast, and when they suddenly looked back fondly on the past, they realized that a lot of sweetness had long since disappeared in the depths of the cold rain. .

After experiencing so much snow, rain, cold and heat, and enduring the unforgettable loneliness, I realized how rich the beauty of the past was... The spring here is also like a beautiful poem, looking at the white clouds in the blue sky Floating, my thoughts are still flying in the direction of my hometown, but the mountains and rivers are difficult to stop. No matter how cold and cruel the years are, no matter how difficult and helpless the world is, I will always treasure and protect the happiness of the past in my heart... 7. The most beautiful poems describing homesickness

1. "Great Night Works" by Tang Gao Shi

The hotel is sleepless under the cold light, and the guest's heart is filled with sadness.

I miss my hometown tonight, and I will see another year of frost on my temples tomorrow.

2. "Going Home" by Du Mu of Tang Dynasty

The childish child held up his clothes and asked, why is it too late to return? ***Who fights for time and wins the hair on the sideburns?

⑶ Xiangsi [Song Dynasty] Li Gou

People say that the setting sun is the end of the world, but I can’t see my home even if I look to the end of the world.

I already hate that the Bishan Mountains are blocking each other, and the Bishan Mountains are still covered by dusk clouds.

⑷The capital received a letter from the family [Ming Dynasty] Yuan Kai

The river is three thousand miles away, and the letter from home contains fifteen lines. There was no other words to say while walking, except that he would return home as soon as possible.

⑸ Watching the mountains with the Master Haochu and sending them to relatives in Beijing [Tang Dynasty] Dai Shulun

The sharp mountains by the sea are like swords, and the coming of autumn cuts the heart of sorrow everywhere.

If you were to transform into hundreds of billions of people, you would go up to the top of the mountain and look at your hometown.

⑹Wen Yan [Tang Dynasty] Wei Yingwu

Where is my hometown? It is a leisurely time to return to your thoughts. On an autumn rainy night in Huainan, Gaozhai heard the arrival of wild geese.

⑺Miscellaneous Poems (Wang Wei)

You come from your hometown, you should know the things in your hometown. Will the winter plum blossoms bloom in front of the beautiful window tomorrow?

⑻ Title: Dayu Lingbei Station (Question of the Song Dynasty)

Wild geese are flying to the south under the overcast moon, and the rumor ends here. My journey has not ended yet, when will I come back?

The river is still and the tide is beginning to fall, and the forest is dim and closed. In the Ming Dynasty, when you look at your hometown, you should see Longtou plum.

⑼ Crossing the Jingmen Gate to say goodbye (Li Bai)

Crossing the distance outside the Jingmen Gate, I came to travel from the Kingdom of Chu. The mountains end with the plains, and the river flows into the wilderness.

Under the moonlight, there is a flying mirror, and the clouds are forming sea towers. Still feeling pity for the water in my hometown, I send my boat sailing thousands of miles away.

⑽Yi Shedi (Du Fu) on a moonlit night

The garrison drum interrupts the pedestrian movement, and the sound of wild geese is heard in autumn. The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.

My brothers are all scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death. Sending letters often failed to arrive, and the troops did not stop.

⑾Farewell (Folk Song of the Sui Dynasty)

The willows hang green on the ground, and the poplar flowers are flying in the sky.

The wicker sticks are folded and the flowers are flying away. May I ask the passers-by if they are returning?

⑿Watching the Moon on the Fifteenth Night (Wang Jian) ??

Crows roost on the white trees in the courtyard, and the cold dew wets the sweet-scented osmanthus silently.

Tonight, when the moon is bright and everyone looks around, I wonder who is missing in autumn thoughts.

⒀Meeting the envoy to the capital

The road to the east of my hometown is long, and my sleeves are full of tears.

We will meet soon without pen and paper, but I will rely on you to send messages of peace.

⒁Shier (Lu You)

After death, I know that everything is in vain, but the sadness is not the same as that of Jiuzhou.

Wang Shibei fixed the day of the Central Plains, and he did not forget to tell Nai Weng about the family sacrifices.

⒂Yu Jia Ao (Fan Zhongyan)

The scenery is strange when autumn comes in the fortress. The geese in Hengyang leave without paying attention, and there are sounds from all directions. Thousands of miles away, the long smoke sets and the sun sets, solitary city closed.

A cup of wine can bring you thousands of miles away, but there is no way for Yan Ran to return home. Qiang Guan is covered with frost all over the ground. When a man is sleepless, the general's hair turns gray and his husband weeps.

⒃Cut a plum blossom and cross the Wujiang River (Jiang Jie)

A piece of spring sorrow awaits the pouring of wine. The boats on the river are rocking, and the curtains on the upper floors are moving. Qiuniang Ferry and Tai Niang Bridge. The wind is blowing and the rain is falling.

When will I return home to wash my guest robes? The word "Yin" means "Sheng", the word "Xin" means "Xiang Shao". It is easy for people to be thrown away by the stream of light. The cherries are red and the bananas are green.

⒄The sky is clear and the sand is clear, Autumn Thoughts (Ma Zhiyuan)

Withered vines, old trees and dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, people's homes, and old roads with westerly winds and thin horses.

As the sun sets in the west, the heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

⒅ Inscription on the wall in prison (Tan Sitong)

Looking at the door and stopping there, I thought of Zhang Jian, and I endured death for a moment to wait for Du Gen.

I smiled at the sky with my horizontal sword, leaving my liver and gallbladder intact.

⒆A chapter of reflections (Tan Sitong)

Everything in the world has experienced the sorrow of spring, and now it is time to cry to the sky.

Forty million people burst into tears, wondering where the land of China is. 8. What are the sentences that express homesickness?

The sentences that express homesickness include the following:

1. I was born there, grew up there, but now I am in a foreign country, looking west. Ecstasy.

2. Maybe it’s the Dragon Boat Festival that I haven’t touched in my hometown for many years. The good things in my memory are all fragments of my childhood, which are very kind.

3. During the Dragon Boat Festival, homesickness will arise. Maybe it’s the mountains and water in my hometown, and the atmosphere of the Dragon Boat Festival.

4. Whenever I face the bright moon in the sky, my longing for my hometown comes like a tide, and it is as uncontrollable as a flood.

5. When I came to Daqing, there was no Dragon Boat Festival that allowed me to find the shadow of my past, because there are no mountains in Daqing, let alone winding rivers.

6. Hometown is a fragment of Youzi’s childhood memory. The more Youzi thinks about it, the less he can process the clues, and it becomes increasingly impossible to edit out a complete picture.

7. Hometown is an old wine brewed by wanderers from millet. The farther away it is and the longer it is left, the more mellow the taste of the wine will be.

8. I miss home. I think of the big bed where I sleep, the table where I eat, and the lively scenes of the family together.

9. Because of love, I deeply understand how difficult it is to have a family! Because of love, I miss home, so I love it and miss it forever when I am away from home.

10. I could only cowardly escape and go out without wanting to go back to that heartbreaking place. I even thought that I could rely on death to solve all the problems and all the troubles!

11. Looking out the window, the drizzle is still lingering. The sultry autumn rain once again messed up my heart, and inadvertently plucked that sensitive string - homesickness!