Ignorant time
Homesickness is a warm sweater.
The person wearing it is at this end.
The weavers are over there.
after school
Homesickness is a shallow stream.
I stand at the finish line.
Mother is the source.
Grow up
Homesickness is a distant flute.
He is blowing over there.
I'm listening at this end
But now
Homesickness is a bright moon.
The viewer is at this end.
The man who is watching is over there.
painful
Desperate
Pain is a long journey.
For so long
Tired
Lonely time
Pain is one's dance.
Start with yourself.
The ending is also yourself.
Difficult time
Pain is an infinite space.
I want to leave.
But I can't find the exit.
When in doubt
Pain is a constantly dividing cell.
Solved this
This is breeding again.
happy
Hours later
Happiness is a little candy.
Hold it in your mouth
But my heart is sweet
After graduation
Happiness is a thick record of classmates.
There was a lot of people on every side.
The truth is concentrated in one place.
We'll talk about it later.
Happiness is a beautiful family portrait.
time goes by
But the smile will never disappear.
When I was a child, friendship was a small seesaw, with me at one end and my other end.
When I grow up, friendship is a long telephone line. I'm here and my friends are there.
Later, friendship was a luxurious courtyard. I am outside, and my bosom friend is inside.
Now, friendship is a vague memory. I am here, and my childhood was there.
When I was young.
Childhood is a clean stream.
Happiness is among them.
Trouble is outside.
A little bigger.
Childhood is a curved Hongqiao.
Immature is in the back.
Be rational in front of you.
adult
Childhood is a sweet dream.
Simple in heart
A burden on the shoulder
old age
Childhood is a small photo.
Childlike heart is over there.
Living here.
When I was young,
Homesickness is a deep yearning,
I miss my hometown,
I miss everything in my hometown.
When I grow up, homesickness is a blank sheet of paper.
There's nothing on the paper,
Only my nostalgia for my hometown.
Later,
Homesickness is a thick book,
My memory stayed in the book,
Memories are memories of childhood.
Now, homesickness is my nostalgia for my childhood.
I don't need it anymore,
Because, I grew up.
2. It is better to write homesick poems than to write at night [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) Homesickness [Song] Li Gou
People say that the place where the sun sets is the horizon. I try to look at the horizon, but I can't see my home.
Castle Peak is being influenced by Castle Peak, which covers my sight. Twilight, Castle Peak.
[4] Yuan Kai [Ming] Letter
The river is three thousand miles long, and there are fifteen letters from home. There is nothing else between me, just telling me to go back to my hometown as soon as possible.
5] See the mountain with Master Haochu to send relatives and friends to Jinghua [Tang] Dai Shulun.
The sharp mountain by the sea is like a sword, and Qiu Lai cuts his heart everywhere.
How can we turn this body into tens of millions, scattered to the heads of state's homes to see!
[6] Yan Wen [Tang] Wei Wuying
Where is your hometown? It's leisurely to think about it. Autumn night in Huainan, the high house smells wild geese coming.
(7) Miscellaneous Poems (Wang Wei)
You have just come from our hometown, and we must understand the world. When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming?
Inscription on the wall of Dayu Shanbei Inn (Song Wenzhi)
Nanfeiyan is on the cloudy moon, turning back here, just this month. Birds don't enter, but I don't travel far to Lingnan. I don't know when, when can I return home?
The tide receded, the river rippled quietly, the forest was dark and malaria was scattered. Tomorrow I will climb to the top of the mountain and look north at my hometown, or I can see the red berries on the top of the mountain.
(9) Farewell a friend at Jingmen Ferry (Li Bai)
Sail from Jingmen Ferry, and soon you will be with southerners. At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness.
The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces. The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.
⑽ "Moonlit Nights" (Du Fu)
A vagrant heard drums heralding battle, and geese sang in autumn. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Delivering books is often late. What can we expect in the war? .
⑾ Farewell (Sui folk songs)
Willow green hangs down to the ground, and flowers are long and sultry.
The wicker folding ruler flies away. Will pedestrians come back?
⑿ Looking at the bright moon for fifteen nights (Wang Jian)
There are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus in Coody Leng in the atrium.
I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight.
[13] When meeting a messenger who went to the capital.
The distance from the east home is very long, and the tears are wet and the sleeves are still flowing.
I'll meet you immediately, without paper and pen. Please tell my family that I'm safe.
[14] Xiuzi (Lu You)
I know that when I die, everything on earth has nothing to do with me. But the only thing that hurts me is that I failed to see the reunification of the motherland.
Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news!
⒂ the pride of the fisherman (Fan Zhongyan)
The scenery in Qiu Lai is different. The wild geese in Hengyang go unnoticed and ring all around. Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes.
A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet. The pipe strength is covered with frost. People don't sleep, and the general has white hair and tears.
3. Write homesick poems about 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.
4. Poems describing homesickness 1. Miscellaneous Poems Tang and Wang Wei, you people from the old country, tell me what happened there! .
When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? 2. "Homecoming Book" Tang He Zhang left home when he was young, and the local accent did not change. Where do children come from when they meet strangers? 3. "Crossing the Han River" Tang. Song Wenzhi's "Lingwaiyin Shuxiu", winter after winter, spring after spring.
The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home. 4. Under the hill of Beibao, under the green hill of Tangwangwan, I walked with the boat.
Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail. ... the night now gives way to the ocean of the sun, and Jiang Chunren was in the old year.
I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. 5. "People miss home every day" North and South. Xue Daoheng people only stayed for seven days in spring, and have been away from home for two years.
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. 6. "Silent Night Thinking" Tang Li Bai's bed foot is so bright, will it have frosted? .
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. 7. "Smell the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night" Tang Libai's "The rain flute flies in the dark", and the spring breeze permeates Los Angeles.
In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick. 8. "Crossing Sanggan" Tang Jiadao's guest house in Bingzhou is already ten first frost, and he misses Xianyang day and night.
For no reason, I crossed the mulberry river, but I hope that Bing is my hometown. 9. "Recalling Brothers on a Moonlit Night" Tang Du Fu's wanderer listens to drums and autumn geese.
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. 10. "Hometown Book" Tang He Zhang Zhi left his hometown for many years, and his personnel have been half exhausted recently.
Only in front of Jinghu Lake, the spring breeze does not change the waves of the past. (I) Have you noticed how lovely it is to be locked in a bright mirror in a high room, although the silky black turns into snow in the morning and at night! Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! .
Since God has given talents, let them be used! As for the money, although it is scattered, it will get together again. Cook a sheep, kill a cow, sharpen your appetite, and let me, 300 bowls, take a big drink! .
Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng can drink and drink endlessly. Let me sing you a song! Please listen to me.
What are bells and drums, delicacies and treasures? I hope I will never wake up. Ancient sober people and sages were forgotten, and only great drinkers can be immortalized.
Chen bought a barrel of wine with 10 thousand gold coins at a banquet in the temple, and everyone laughed and said one-liners Why do you say, my master, your money is gone? , to buy wine, we drink together! .
Five flower horses, Hsi Chin, give them to the boy in exchange for good wine. Whatever you want, sell eternal sorrow. The Hope of Spring Although Du Fu's country is divided, the mountains and rivers last forever, all the plants and trees are in spring, the petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing sad songs.
The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold. Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.
(3) Back to my hometown, I wrote a book. He, a teenager, left home and returned to his hometown with the boss. His hairstyle has never changed, urging children to laugh at strangers. Where did the guests come from? (4) The long song "Cui Hao" tells me, where do you live? ? Is it near here, the fishing pond? ”。 Let's catch our boat together and see if we belong to the same town. ..
My home is near Jiujiang, often near Jiujiang. You and me, we were both born in Chang Gan, you and me! It's a pity that we have never met. "
(5) The Yellow Crane Tower, once the place where the Yellow Crane carried saints to heaven, Cui Hao, is now the only place left. 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 look to my hometown, and the twilight is getting thicker, and the mist of sadness is filled on the river waves. (6) Wang Wei's "I miss my Shandong brothers on vacation in the mountains" is a stranger, and I miss my relatives every holiday.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. Wang Wei, an acacia tree, when those red berries come in spring, they wash your branches in the south.
Encourage everyone to get together (thank you) (second sound) as a symbol of our love. (8) It has been ten frost in Bingzhou after passing Sangganjiadao Guest House, and I miss Xianyang day and night.
There is no reason to cross the river, but I hope Bingzhou is my hometown. (9) See the mountains and rivers with Master Hao Chu and send relatives to Beijing. Liu Zongyuan's seaside mountain is like a sword, and Qiu Lai is full of sorrow. If you want to become hundreds of billions, you should go to the top to see your hometown.
(10) Qiu Si Zhangji Luoyang saw the autumn wind and wanted to write a book. Later, I was afraid to say it in a hurry. Pedestrians asked Li Shangyin, a friend from the north, on a rainy night in Kaifeng, that the return date had not arrived, and the rain rose in the autumn pool.
When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night. (12) Tianjingsha, Ma Zhiyuan, withered vines, old trees, small bridges, flowing people, old roads, thin horses, and heartbroken people at the end of the world (13) How can there be frost when Li Bai is so bright at the foot of my bed? .
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. (14) Sauvignon Blanc is easy to swim, swim and swill, and flow to Guazhou Lonely Head.
Wu Shan is a little sad. Think long and hate long, until it's time to pay back.
Yueming people lean on the building. (15) Sauvignon Blanc has one mountain and two mountains. The mountains are far away, the sky is high and the smoke is cold, and the acacia maple leaves are Dan.
Flowers bloom, flowers are not complete, geese fly high, but they don't come back. (16) "Yu Meiren" When is the autumn moon in Chris Lee? How much do you know about the past! The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the moon.
Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them. How much worry can you have? Like a river flowing eastward.
When does Su Shi, the head of water diversion, have a bright moon? Ask about Sky Wine. I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time.
I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade. Dance to find out what shadows look like on the earth.
The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. There should be no hate, and nothing can be done.
People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
On the way home in autumn dusk, books are full of things, and I often sleep less under the light. Homesickness comes early, before the cock crows.
In September, the vegetation falls and the mountains are more secluded. Autumn is cloudy and early dawn, and thousands of trees are gray.
I went to the east in autumn and started to turn to the west this autumn. A horse is thin and broken, and come to a family for two years.
When I recall my sadness, I have no money. Although the heart is not blue frost, it is not natural.
Wei Zhaung, homesick outside the river, is sad in a foreign land every spring, and Du Qu oriole knows. Seeing the setting sun on the river bank, it seems that my heart has been torn into pieces of willow leaves.
Two Qin Ge, Phoenix in Sima Xiangru, Phoenix, Phoenix, returned to their hometown and traveled around the world in search of their emperor. I didn't know what to do when I didn't meet Xi. Why don't I go to Sishang today? There are beautiful women in the boudoir, and the people in the room are poisoning my intestines.
Why do you want to be a mandarin duck, and it is soaring! Emperor Xi Xi lives with me. He must be a princess forever. Who knows in the middle of the night? My wings fly high and my thoughts make me sad.
When I first entered the canyon, I sent my hometown friends and relatives to my hometown friends in Chen Ziang today. Huanhui will sit with you.
Ninglang dam road. Hard work is particularly windy.
Yan Dou Mu Wanli bid farewell to her hometown, and stayed in Xiaoxiang in the snow and rain. A few lonely pillows are weeping, and several tall buildings are heartbroken.
I live in seclusion, and I move on when the breeze comes. Hard to come to Heng Yue every year, wings destroyed the frost.
Where do you go at night, the moon knows the truth. Mountain light shakes snow, and ape shadows hang cold branches.
However, I am afraid that the good scenery will come late and the small order will be moved back. People come to the heart, and there is acacia here.
The night is long and whistling, and the valley is cold. Ichthyosaurus can move.
5. Imitate homesickness and write a poem of profound maternal love, bathing children all the time. However, for Meng Jiao, a wanderer who has been displaced all the year round, the most unforgettable moment is the painful moment of separation between mother and child. This poem describes the ordinary scene of loving mother sewing clothes at this time, but it shows the poet's deep feelings. The first two sentences, "thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son's body", are actually two phrases, not two sentences. In this way, from people to things, the two most common things are highlighted, and the love of flesh and blood between mother and son is written. Then write two sentences about people's actions and attitudes, focusing on loving mothers. At this moment before departure, the old mother's stitches were so thin that she was afraid that her son would not come home for a long time and would sew the clothes more firmly. In fact, the old man's heart is not eager for his son to return safely at an early date! The affection of loving mother is revealed in the most subtle places in daily life. Simple and natural, kind and touching. There are neither words nor tears here, but a feeling of pure love overflows from this common scene, touching the heartstrings of every reader, making people cry and evoking the cordial associations and deep memories of children all over the world.
The last two sentences, based on the intuition of the parties, dig out the deep meaning of the next layer: "But how much affection there is in an inch of grass, I got three spring rays." Who said that? Some versions are Who knows and Who will, but it is best that Who said that according to the poem. The poet's rhetorical question is particularly meaningful. These two sentences are the sublimation of the first four sentences, the contrast of popular images, and the warm affection for children: how can a child like grass repay his mother's love as rich as the sunshine in spring? It really means "I want to repay kindness, I am very confused", and the feelings are so sincere and sincere.
This is an ode to maternal love. The poet, frustrated in his official career, experienced a cold world and a sad life, so he felt the value of family more and more. "Poetry is born from the heart, and sorrow should be the heart" (Su Shi's Reading Meng Jiao's Poems). Although this poem is not carved with algae paintings, it is fresh, smooth and unpretentious, which shows that its poetic flavor is rich and mellow.
This poem was written in Liyang. During the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty, two Liyang people sang such a poem: "My father's book is full of baskets, and the car is still lingering" (Shi Qisheng's "Writing My arms"); "How many tears have I shed, how many hands have I dyed, and how many clothes have I sewed" (Peng Gui's "My little brother came to the capital and felt very happy"). It can be seen that the deep impression left by Ode to a Wanderer is enduring.