Yu's homesick poems. Nostalgia poetry
1. I often go, Yangliu is Yiyi; Today, I think it's raining heavily-The Book of Songs. Picked Wei. 2. Elegy can be wept, and the prospect can be returned to China-Elegy of Han Yuefu folk songs. 3. Humayi north wind, crossing the south branch of the Bird's Nest-nineteen ancient poems by Han. 4. But the grass's reward is three rays of spring-Tang Meng Jiao. Three miscellaneous poems by Wei. On a quiet night, there is such bright light at the foot of my bed. Could there be frost already? Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank again. I suddenly remembered my hometown Li Bai 8. Where is your hometown? Unless you are drunk, forget it. I miss my family on holiday-I miss my Shandong brother Wei 10 on holiday in the mountains. I don't know whose family it belongs to-Wang Tangjian's "Looking at the Moon at Fifteen Nights to Send Doctor Du Langzhong" 1 1. Everyone gradually feels strange in the local accent, but they hate the warbler's sound like an old mountain-Tang Tu's Five Poems on Man 12. Only the lake in front of the door is reflected, and the spring breeze does not change the old waves-Tanghe Zhangzhi. The local accent has not changed, but the hair on the sideburns has declined. -Tang He Zhang Zhi's Homecoming Book 14. He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! -Tang Du Fu's My Brother on a Moonlit Night 15. Mourning is sad, leaving is sad-Warring States Period. Nine songs of Chu Quyuan. Think less about life 16.
2. Poems and songs about homesickness
1, being in a foreign land, I miss my family more often during the festive season.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. -Wang Wei's "I miss my brothers in Shandong on vacation in the mountains" 2. The foot of my bed is so bright, will it have frosted? .
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. -Li Bai's "Silent Night Thinking" 3. The old vines are faint crows, the bridges are flowing, and the ancient roads are thin.
When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. -Ma Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha Qiu Si" 4. After three months of war, a letter from home is worth a ton of gold.
-Du Fu's "Spring Hope" 5. Bai Shu crows in the atrium and Coody Leng's silent wet osmanthus. I am looking forward to the moon tonight. I don't know whose home Qiu Si is.
-Wang Jian's "15 nights full moon to send Du Langzhong" 6. Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang, I want a writer to write a book. 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.
-Zhang Ji's Qiu Si 7. If relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other, a piece of ice heart is in the jade pot. -Wang Changling's "Parting with Xin Qiji at Furong Inn" 8. He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is so bright! .
-Du Fu's Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night 9. The cold light of the hotel does not sleep alone. Why do guests' hearts become sad? My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty. -Gao Shi's "In addition to the Night Work" 10, Qin Shiming, Yue Minghuan, closed, and the Long March did not return.
-Wang Changling's Song of the Fortress 1 1, I just hope that your heart is the same as mine and you won't miss it. -Li Chi Ngai's "operator, I live at the head of the Yangtze River" 12. When I was young, I left home and went back to my hometown.
-He Liang Hometown Couplet 13 Now, when I come near my village and meet people, I dare not ask a question. -Song Wenzhi's Crossing the Han River 14 I can finally send my emissary? Geese, return to Luoyang.
-Wang Wan's "A berth under the North Fort Mountain" 15 A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, and it has not lost its soul. -Fan Zhongyan's "The Pride of Fisherman" Qiu Si 16 You from my old country, tell me what happened there! .
-Wang Wei's Three Miscellaneous Poems II 17, her face! Can you imagine the spring wind? Huan Peikong belongs to jathyapple's soul. -Du Fu's Five Poems about Historic Sites (Part II) 18, * * * Looking at the bright moon, I should shed tears, for my heart, in five places, I am sick and wish.
-Bai Juyi's "Looking at the Moon" 19, dreaming at night and suddenly going home. -Su Shi's "Recalling Dreams on the 20th Night of the First Month of Jiang" 20. Books are as affectionate as old friends, and every morning is a mixture of sadness and joy.
-Yu Qian's "Reading" 2 1, caring for each other, Long song is pregnant with Cai Wei. -Wang Ji "Wild Hope" 22. Nostalgia smells like flute fu, like hometown rotten ke.
-Liu Yuxi's "Enjoy Lotte at the First Meeting in Yangzhou" 23. On that green spring day, I sang my songs and drank my wine deeply, which was the beginning of my return home. -Du Fu's "The banks of the Yellow River were recaptured by the imperial army" 24. Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang, I want a writer to write a book.
-Zhang Ji's "Qiu Si" 25. The horse's "Luffy" is fast and the bow is like a thunderbolt. -Xin Qiji's "Childless, Give Zhuang Ci to Chen Tongfu" 26. Is that Mei, who opened its first cold flower when you passed my silk window? .
-Wang Wei's Three Miscellaneous Poems 27. Birds love the old forest, and fish in the pool miss the source. -Tao Yuanming's "Return to the Garden, Part I" 28. It's windy and snowy, and the dream of breaking the hometown has not come true.
-Nalan Xingde's "Mountain Story" 29, and the water has taken you home and painted you three hundred miles. -Li Bai's "Jingmen Ferry Farewell to Friends" 30. Bashan Chushui is desolate and abandoned for 23 years.
-Liu Yuxi's "Enjoy Lotte at the First Meeting in Yangzhou" 3 1, when you return to your hometown, you will be heartbroken. -Wei Zhuang's "Bodhisattva Man, Everyone Says Jiangnan is Good" 32. Long and boundless, eager to miss home.
-Zhang Jiuling's "Xijiang Night" 33, endless tears, who said that the world is broad! I already know the way to another spring, and I am really worried when I think of saying goodbye to my hometown. -Xia Wanchun "Other Clouds" 34. Swing inside and outside the wall.
-Su Shi's Spring Scenery in Hua Lian 35. Open up wasteland in the south and return to the garden. -Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden" 36. The soft leaves of a foreign tree, the cold light of a lantern, and the loneliness at night.
-Ma Dai's Autumn on Autumn Chrysanthemum 37. Where is the hometown, it is leisurely to think about it. -Wei "Yan Wen" 38, listening to the rain boat in the prime of life.
The young mermaid in Jie Jiang listens to the rain. 39. Let's punt together and see if we belong to the same town ... Cui Hao's "Long March Tell me where you live" 40. The spring breeze blew out the dream of my hometown overnight, which drove it to Los Angeles.
-Wu's "Chun Xing" 4 1, the sound of the book is broken outside, and the winter is repeated in spring. -Song Wenzhi's "Crossing the Hanshui River" 42. Wind, thousands of miles, knocking at Yumenguan battlements.
-Li Bai's Guan Shanyue 43. The year will end overnight, and Wan Li has not returned. -Dai Shulun, "In addition to staying at Shek Kong for the night" 44. I can't bear to climb that mountain and see my hometown. It's hard to think.
-Liu Yong's "Klang Ganzhou Sprinkling River Rain" 45. If you don't appreciate your confidant, you will return to the mountain. -Jia Dao's "After Poetry" 46. Ruthlessness is facing mountains and rivers.
-Xin Qiji's "Gathering Wind and Rain, Sending Fan Kuo to Travel Healthy" 47. Sighing for years, why stay? I think of that beautiful woman, looking up from the gorgeous upstairs, and how many times I mistook the distant boat for the love boat to go home. -Liu Yong's "Klang Ganzhou, Sprinkling River Rain" 48. When will the dream home arrive and how many people will return to Chunjiang? Outside Chang 'an, the Ye Yuan River criss-crosses, extending beyond the clouds on the horizon, and inside Chang 'an, the palaces in the palaces are shrouded in a sunset.
-Lu Lun Chang 'an Spring Watch 49. After people return to geese, they think about flowers before. -Xue Daoheng, "Every day someone is homesick" 50. Only the lake in front of the door, the spring breeze does not change the waves of the past.
-He Zhangzhi's Couplet of Two Hometowns 5 1, read it again this spring, when is the year of returning home? -du fu's "two quatrains" 52. My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty.
-Gao Shi "In addition to the night shift" 53. On the day Yi Bo returned, the spirit flag was visible in the air. -Xia Wanchun's "Different Clouds" 54, the layman in the wall, the beauty in the wall laughs.
-Su Shi's Spring Scenery in Hua Lian 55. I miss my hometown. Why did you send it to stay for a long time? -xelloss "GeYanXing" 56. Hao Yue in Huainan is colder than Qianshan, and nobody cares. -Jiang Kui "Go to Shaxing, Come East" 57. Jianghan thought that returning guests and Gankun were corrupt scholars.
-Du Fu's "Jianghan" 58, a Ye Qiu, a little banana and a little sorrow, dreamed of the third night. -Xu Zaisi "Water Fairy Night Rain" 59. Wutong was half dead, and after first frost, Bai Yuanyang lost her partner.
-He Zhu's "Half-dead Children, Re-entering the Door, Everything is Wrong" 60. I have been away from my hometown for many years, and my personnel have been exhausted by half recently. Tell me, where do you live? Near here, next to the fishing pond? .
-Cui Hao's "Long March Tell me where you live" 62. If you want to spend hundreds of billions, you should go to the summit to see your hometown. -Liu Zongyuan's "Haochu Watching the Mountain with the Teacher to Send His Relatives to Beijing" 63. Wei Jiahai returned to his hometown.
-Liu Bang's "Song of the Wind" 64. Looking at the door is the late autumn of the old country and the weather is early. -Wang Anshi's "Incense, Look at the Eyes on the Chessboard" 65. Only wanderers can come, and Yongxin's beauty is shocking.
3. Nostalgia poems
1, "Night Shift" Tang
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. Song Ligou in Homesickness
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.
The letter from Shi Jing was written by 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, "Hao Chu sees the mountain with the Lord to send friends to Jinghua" Liu Tang Zongyuan
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 Wu Ying
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" Tang
You have just come from our hometown, and we must understand the world. When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming?
8. "Thinking of my Shandong brother on vacation in the mountains" Tang.
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.
9, "Jingmen Ferry Farewell Friends" Tang Libai
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, "Moonlight Billion My Boy" Tang 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? .
1 1, climb the mountain in autumn to see the Changqingtai Temple of General Wu.
The dilapidated vegetation has withered, and the autumn scenery has aroused my homesickness. There are few people in the wild temple, and the clouds are separated by water.
The sunset clings to the old city, and the clear sound echoes in the empty forest. Southern dynasties, what's left? , today alone in the Yangtze River.
12, "Bamboo Branch" Yuxi, Liu Tang
Spring grass grows in the head of Baidicheng, and the Qingjiang River in Sichuan is at the foot of Baiyan Mountain.
Southerners come up to sing a song, but northerners don't come up to be nostalgic.
13 "Yu Chang 'an returns to Yangzhou on September 9th" Sui Jiang Zong
My heart went south, but my body came back from north to south in autumn. How many more chrysanthemums have been planted under the fence in my hometown today?
14, "Xiuzi" Song Luyou
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!
15, the pride of the fisherman Song 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.
16, "Missing in Jiangnan" Tang Fanggan
The grass withered yesterday, but it is green today, which makes people homesick again. I dreamed of going home at night, and it was already dawn before I got to Tonglu.
Qiu Si Ma Yuan Zhiyuan Tianjingsha 17
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.
18, "Crossing the River" in Tang Song.
Away from home, winter goes and spring comes, and I am eager to get news. The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home.
19, "Stagnant Rain" Tang Li Shangyin
It's a long night in the rain, and the lights are lonely. My hometown is full of clouds and water, which is not suitable for Qiu Meng.
20. "Send Wu Jiujiu to Yuanling" Changling
The Yuanjiang River flows to the morning sun, and Xikou meets you far away.
Who is away from the thunderstorm in Wang Zhi? Return home in spring next year.
4. Did I write about homesickness?
Yu is an essayist. He didn't write homesickness, but Yu Guangzhong did. Are you confused? Here are some poets and writers who have written about homesickness. They have poems and essays, but there are no more homesick works.
Homesickness Author: When Yu Guangzhong was a child, homesickness was a small stamp. I'm here and my mother is there. Homesickness When Yu Guangzhong grows up, homesickness is a narrow boat ticket. I'm here and the bride is there.
Later, homesickness became a temporary grave. I'm outside and my mother is inside. Now, homesickness is a shallow strait. I am here and the mainland is there.
Nostalgic Author: The song of Xi Murong's hometown is a flute in Qingyuan, which always rings on a moonlit night, but the face of his hometown is a vague disappointment, like waves in the fog. After parting, homesickness is a tree without rings and will never grow old. Author: Beijing Normal University, my homesickness is that the farther away from my hometown, the longer I miss it, the more mellow my homesickness will be. My homesickness is hidden among the stars in the sky and shines one by one in the dead of night ... My homesickness is a row of sailboats; My homesickness is a continuous sea; My homesickness is the distant shore. My hometown is a magnet. My hometown is a placenta. My homesickness is a child's expectation for milk. This is an unrequited anxiety. Is an unshakable yearning and attachment! Homesickness Author: Bing Xin We are all children, and we met by chance in the same boat. Talking and laughing, lack of information, sitting silently, each homesick.
I remember that on the fifteenth night, the silver light of the full moon shone on the vast sea. The strings are slowly parted, and the dull timbre, in the wind, has caused infinite sadness? I remember 17 night, the window was blocked by thick fog, cold and stuffy.
Sitting next to the corner-the tragedy of doing nothing for yourself, causing you to cry in a low voice? "You are really children. So far, how can you be brave?" My friend! The future only shines with uncertain starlight, but when I look back, I see the fluttering flag of love. For our hometown, we are just children! Can't be a Zhuang language, can't bear to be a Zhuang language, and won't be a Zhuang language! Nostalgia Author: Twenty years ago, when Sanmao went abroad, my girlfriend gave me three cowbells tied together.
At that time, few people valued local things. I still remember that there were no ready-made clothes to sell in Taipei.
If you want clothes, you must go to a foreign cutting shop. Holding the cut material, sitting on a small bench and turning over American magazines. If you like the style, please ask the tailor to make it, and you have to go to the city to match the buttons yourself.
It was an era of worshipping foreign things and obsessing foreign things, because there were not many things in Taiwan Province Province at that time. When I was holding the string of cow bells on the left of the photo, I asked my girlfriend where I got them. She said she was from the country and asked me to take it with her.
Shake the string of bells, the bell is unclear, as if something is stuck in the throat. They giggle for a while when you touch them. Think of this string of things as a hometown. It may not be fragrant enough or fertile enough, but it's better than nothing.
Take it for many years, put it in a box, and pay little attention to it. In the desert, my husband found this string of bells and played for a long time. I think he seems to like the shape of this string of things very much. He put these three bells on the key ring and followed him ever since.
In the future, we have wind chimes and bamboo bells at home, which will only be hung for a while and then taken off. It's always windy where I live. Those bells have been ringing. Where the noise is worse than no wind, occasionally the wind blows, and some notes are sprinkled very thin. That occasional joy is extraordinary.
Later I bought several strings of Spanish clocks. The sound they make is even worse, even worse than coughing, so they hang it for decoration and don't listen to them.
Once we lived in Nigeria, West Africa, we could hardly find any power to make people happy in those days of material and spiritual suffering. At that time, my husband worked day and night, but the company refused to pay the bill. I feel very distressed in my eyes, distressed by my husband, and quarreled hysterically with him.
At that time, two people quarreled again and again, and finally they often cried bitterly. They didn't know where the future was, and the economic situation was getting worse every day. The company that should go to hell just ate people's wages and deducted their passports. This story, written in a novella called Mayflower, seems to be included in the book Tender Night, so I won't repeat it here.
In such a depressed mood, my husband came back one day and gave me two bells on the right side of the photo like claws. I sat in the tent, holding the bell, but I didn't want to shake it, just indifferent.
My husband said to me, "Listen to how good they are. Listen-"Then he gently rang the bell.
That little bell, like a breeze and drizzle blowing through the cracked earth, lingers in the atrium. Fang was dying, and her husband shook it gently. It's a crisp sound that I've never heard in my life. Listen, listen, the depression accumulated in my heart for a long time turned into a lake and melted the wall stuck in my chest.
These two bells were bought by her husband from a Nigerian worker on the construction site, and they were knives with ox bone handles. The husband has nothing but the knife that never leaves his body.
The only beloved baby got a bell to make his wife happy. That's a good knife. These are the two most mysterious bronze clocks in the world.
One year, when I went back to teach in Taiwan Province Province, a student gave me a handful of two bronze bells to choose from. I tried one by one with a smile and finally picked a good one.
Then, connect two Nigerian bronze clocks with this China clock with a red line. Whenever I come home late at night, as soon as the doors open, I will touch them gently.
My home, although there is no light to welcome me home, there is a voice, in which I sing, "I love you." As for the string of three bronze bells on the left, my girlfriend gave them to me as homesickness. Today, there are a large number of new styles on sale in local products and gift shops.
And my homesickness, after thousands of miles of Qian Shan, feels that they come from all directions, and it is a big question mark whether the vicissitudes of life can be made up with this trampled soil. Homesickness Author: Ao Hongliang misses the tears in his hometown, and drops a bowl of rice under the eaves of rainy days and swallows it.
5. Did I write about homesickness?
Yu is an essayist. He didn't write homesickness, but Yu Guangzhong did. Are you confused? Here are some poets and writers who have written about homesickness. They have poems and essays, but there are no more homesick works.
Homesickness Author: When Yu Guangzhong was a child, homesickness was a small stamp. I'm here and my mother is there. Homesickness When Yu Guangzhong grows up, homesickness is a narrow boat ticket. I'm here and the bride is there.
Later, homesickness became a temporary grave. I'm outside and my mother is inside. Now, homesickness is a shallow strait. I am here and the mainland is there.
Nostalgic Author: The song of Xi Murong's hometown is a flute in Qingyuan, which always rings on a moonlit night, but the face of his hometown is a vague disappointment, like waves in the fog. After parting, homesickness is a tree without rings and will never grow old. Author: Beijing Normal University, my homesickness is that the farther away from my hometown, the longer I miss it, the more mellow my homesickness will be. My homesickness is hidden among the stars in the sky and shines one by one in the dead of night ... My homesickness is a row of sailboats; My homesickness is a continuous sea; My homesickness is the distant shore. My hometown is a magnet. My hometown is a placenta. My homesickness is a child's expectation for milk. This is an unrequited anxiety. Is an unshakable yearning and attachment! Homesickness Author: Bing Xin We are all children, and we met by chance in the same boat. Talking and laughing, lack of information, sitting silently, each homesick.
I remember that on the fifteenth night, the silver light of the full moon shone on the vast sea. The strings are slowly parted, and the dull timbre, in the wind, has caused infinite sadness? I remember 17 night, the window was blocked by thick fog, cold and stuffy.
Sitting next to the corner-the tragedy of doing nothing for yourself, causing you to cry in a low voice? "You are really children. So far, how can you be brave?" My friend! The future only shines with uncertain starlight, but when I look back, I see the fluttering flag of love. For our hometown, we are just children! Can't be a Zhuang language, can't bear to be a Zhuang language, and won't be a Zhuang language! Nostalgia Author: Twenty years ago, when Sanmao went abroad, my girlfriend gave me three cowbells tied together.
At that time, few people valued local things. I still remember that there were no ready-made clothes to sell in Taipei.
If you want clothes, you must go to a foreign cutting shop. Holding the cut material, sitting on a small bench and turning over American magazines. If you like the style, please ask the tailor to make it, and you have to go to the city to match the buttons yourself.
It was an era of worshipping foreign things and obsessing foreign things, because there were not many things in Taiwan Province Province at that time. When I was holding the string of cow bells on the left of the photo, I asked my girlfriend where I got them. She said she was from the country and asked me to take it with her.
Shake the string of bells, the bell is unclear, as if something is stuck in the throat. They giggle for a while when you touch them. Think of this string of things as a hometown. It may not be fragrant enough or fertile enough, but it's better than nothing.
Take it for many years, put it in a box, and pay little attention to it. In the desert, my husband found this string of bells and played for a long time. I think he seems to like the shape of this string of things very much. He put these three bells on the key ring and followed him ever since.
In the future, we have wind chimes and bamboo bells at home, which will only be hung for a while and then taken off. It's always windy where I live. Those bells have been ringing. Where the noise is worse than no wind, occasionally the wind blows, and some notes are sprinkled very thin. That occasional joy is extraordinary.
Later I bought several strings of Spanish clocks. The sound they make is even worse, even worse than coughing, so they hang it for decoration and don't listen to them.
Once we lived in Nigeria, West Africa, we could hardly find any power to make people happy in those days of material and spiritual suffering. At that time, my husband worked day and night, but the company refused to pay the bill. I feel very distressed in my eyes, distressed by my husband, and quarreled hysterically with him.
At that time, two people quarreled again and again, and finally they often cried bitterly. They didn't know where the future was, and the economic situation was getting worse every day. The company that should go to hell just ate people's wages and deducted their passports. This story, written in a novella called Mayflower, seems to be included in the book Tender Night, so I won't repeat it here.
In such a depressed mood, my husband came back one day and gave me two bells on the right side of the photo like claws. I sat in the tent, holding the bell, but I didn't want to shake it, just indifferent.
My husband said to me, "Listen to how good they are. Listen-"Then he gently rang the bell.
That little bell, like a breeze and drizzle blowing through the cracked earth, lingers in the atrium. Fang was dying, and her husband shook it gently. It's a crisp sound that I've never heard in my life. Listen, listen, the depression accumulated in my heart for a long time turned into a lake and melted the wall stuck in my chest.
These two bells were bought by her husband from a Nigerian worker on the construction site, and they were knives with ox bone handles. The husband has nothing but the knife that never leaves his body.
The only beloved baby got a bell to make his wife happy. That's a good knife. These are the two most mysterious bronze clocks in the world.
One year, when I went back to teach in Taiwan Province Province, a student gave me a handful of two bronze bells to choose from. I tried one by one with a smile and finally picked a good one.
Then, connect two Nigerian bronze clocks with this China clock with a red line. Whenever I come home late at night, as soon as the doors open, I will touch them gently.
My home, although there is no light to welcome me home, there is a voice, in which I sing, "I love you." As for the string of three bronze bells on the left, my girlfriend gave them to me as homesickness. Today, there are a large number of new styles on sale in local products and gift shops.
And my homesickness, after thousands of miles of Qian Shan, feels that they come from all directions, and it is a big question mark whether the vicissitudes of life can be made up with this trampled soil. Homesickness Author: Ao Hongliang misses the tears in his hometown, and drops a bowl of rice under the eaves of rainy days and swallows it.
6. There are many sentences about "homesickness" 10, please help.
Yellow Crane Tower
Cui Hao
The fairy of the past has flown away by the yellow crane, leaving only an empty Yellow Crane Tower.
The yellow crane never revisited earth, there have been no long white clouds for thousands of years.
Every tree in Hanyang has become clear due to sunlight, and Nautilus Island is covered with sweet grass.
But I looked at my hometown, and the twilight was getting thicker, and the mist of sadness was filled on the river waves.
Thoughts in the dead of night
Lipper
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
A berth at the foot of Gubei Mountain.
Wangwan
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.
Boarding Guazhou
Wang Anshi
Guazhou is at the mouth of Beijing, separated by several mountains.
Jiang Nanan spring breeze is green, when will the bright moon shine on me?
Duhanjiang river
Song Wenzhi
The sound outside the spine is broken, after winter, summer and spring.
The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home.
Think of my brothers on a moonlit night.
Du Fu
The drums of the defenders cut off people's communication, and a lonely goose was singing in autumn in the frontier.
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.
7. What are the poems about homesickness?
homesickness
Yu Guangzhong
In childhood
Homesickness is a small stamp.
I'm at this end
Mom is over there.
When I grow up
Homesickness is a narrow ticket.
I'm at this end
The bride is over there.
We'll talk about it later.
Homesickness is a low grave.
I am outside
Mom's inside.
But now
Homesickness is a shallow strait.
I'm at this end
The mainland is over there
Just like the poem "Homesickness", it contains affection.
Stamps are an image, as well as boat tickets, stamps, graves and so on. This poem is full of images and homesickness.
A stamp in that period of youth, a boat ticket in that period of youth, and even the grave in the future are all entrusted with the long yearning of Qian Qian's thousands of overseas wanderers for the poet's going to the countryside.
Poems expressing homesickness;
1. I often go, Yangliu is Yiyi; Today, I think it's raining heavily-The Book of Songs. Xiaoya. Pick Wei.
2. Elegy can be wept, but it can be returned to China far away-Elegy, a folk song of Han Yuefu
3. Humayu follows the north wind and crosses the south branch of the Bird's Nest —— Nineteen Ancient Poems by Han.
4. However, an inch of grass, enjoying three rays of spring, how much love is there-Jiao's "Wanderer"
5. Now, approaching my village and meeting people, I dare not ask a question-Du Da Yu Ling by Tang Song Wenzhi.
You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! When you passed my window, was the plum blossom Han Mei's flower? -Three miscellaneous poems by Wei.
7. The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is it frosty already? Looking up, I found that it was moonlight, which sank again, and suddenly I remembered my hometown-Tang Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night.
8. Where is your hometown? Only when you are drunk-Song Liqingzhao's Bodhisattva Man
9. I miss my relatives more during the festive season-Wei's "Mountain Residence Sacrifices the Silu Brothers".
10. I don't know who will fall tonight-Wang Tangjian's "Looking at the bright moon for Du Langzhong on fifteen nights"
1 1. Everyone gradually feels strange in the local accent, but they hate the sound of warblers like old mountains-five books by Tang Sikong.
12. Looking at the lake in front of the door, the spring breeze does not change the old waves-Two Couples in Hometown by Tang He Zhang Zhi
13. The teenager left home, and the old friend returned, and the local accent did not change. -Tang He Zhang Zhi's Homecoming Book
14. He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! -Tang Du Fu's Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night.
15. Don't be sad, be sad, be sad, and be separated —— Nine Songs Less Life by Chu and Qu Yuan in the Warring States Period
16. The day of parting is far away, but the day of wearing clothes is slow-nineteen ancient poems in Han Dynasty. Travel again.
17. Think before you go to the wild goose-Sui's "Every day someone misses home"