It has been ten years since I left my hometown, and my returning heart misses my hometown Xianyang day and night.
2. I can finally send my emissary? Geese, return to Luoyang. Wang Wan, a Tang native at the bottom of Beibao Mountain.
I don't know when the letter from home will arrive. I hope the geese returning from the north will take it to Luoyang.
3. Xian Yi, young and old, left home, and the local accent has not changed. When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from. "Two Hometown Couplets, Part I" Tang Dynasty: He
I left my hometown when I was young and didn't come back until my twilight years. Although my local accent hasn't changed, my hair on my sideburns has become sparse. None of the children knew me when they saw me. They asked with a smile, where did this guest come from?
4, this nocturne has the taste of breaking willows, and no one can afford to miss it. Spring Night in Los Angeles Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
In the music tonight, who will not miss home when they hear the "broken willow" in their hometown?
They said that the geese flying south came back 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 wall of an inn in the north of Dayu Mountain in the Tang Dynasty is engraved with the words: Song Wenzhi.
In October of the lunar calendar, geese begin to fly south. It is said that they all turned back when they flew to Dayuling. Birds don't get in, but my trip is not over. I really don't know when and when I will be forgiven.
2. What are the poems about "going home"? 1, you people from my old country, tell me what happened there! . -Wang Wei's Miscellaneous Poems
2. Xian Yi, young and old, left home, and the local accent has not changed. -He Zhangzhi's Homecoming Book
Now, close to my village and meeting people, I dare not ask a question. -Song Wenzhi "Crossing the Han River"
Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water. -Wang Wan's berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain.
5. After people return to geese, they think about flowers. -Xue Daoheng's "Homecoming"
6. Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home. -Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night
On the seventh day, the rest of the flutes flew silently, and the spring breeze filled Los Angeles. -Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night"
8. I have been in first frost for ten years in the Guest House and Bingzhou, and I remember Xianyang day and night. -Liu Zao's "Journey to the North"
9. As soon as you see heartbroken, you can't go back. -Bai Juyi's Nanpu Bie
10, I want to sit at home late at night and talk about people who travel far away. -Bai Juyi's Night Thoughts on the Winter Solstice in Handan
1 1, the spring scenery in the two places is the same, which makes people homesick. -Bai Juyi's "Looking at the Station"
12, I turned to my hometown because I was bored, and my dream of returning home became longer. -Zhu Chen's "Go Home"
13, I can finally send my messenger, Wild Goose, back to Luoyang. -Wang Wan's berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain.
14, the spring scenery in the two places is the same, which makes people homesick. -Bai Juyi's "Looking at the Station"
15, where do children come from when they meet strangers? -He Zhangzhi's Homecoming Book
3. The poem of returning home at the age of fifteen entered Tanghe Zhangzhi.
He joined the army at the age of fifteen and didn't come back until he was eighty. Everyone in the village, who is at home? Looking into the distance is your home, with countless pines and cypresses. Rabbits enter from the dog's sinus and pheasants fly from the beam. In the atrium, Green Valley was born, and in the well, Lv Kui was born. Eat grains as rice and drink sunflower as soup. The soup and rice have been cooked for a while, and I don't know who it will be. Going out and looking east, tears fell on my clothes.
Seven worries. Second, Wang Canhan Wei.
Man Jing is not my hometown. What is long-term stagnation? The ark belongs to the river, and I am worried at sunset. The mountains are full of shade and the rocks are full of shade. The fox rushed to the cave and the bird flew to the forest. The waves are ringing and monkeys are singing on the shore. The wind blows the robe, and the dew touches the skirt. I couldn't sleep all night, so I took my clothes and played the piano. Sitong touched people's hearts and gave me a mournful cry. The journey is endless, and it is difficult to have concerns.
Goodbye Zhou Shangshu Yu Xin Southern and Northern Dynasties
Wan Li Road, Yangguan, there is no one to return, only the geese by the river, and Qiu Lai flies south.
People miss Xue Daoheng every day.
It has been seven days in spring, and I 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.
Biography of Qinsi in Weishui Cen Can
Wei River flows eastward, and in the week, two more lines of tears will be sent to my hometown.
Shen quanqi's miscellaneous poems
Against Huanglong City, our army was sent out a long time ago. The girls here looked at the same melancholy moon and lit up our soldiers in China. Young wives dreamed of spring, and last night their brave husbands. In a big attack, Huanglong City was captured with flags and drums.
Song Wenzhi, "Climbing the High and Easy Building"
Xiaoyao upstairs looks at Xiangguan, green water and clear clouds, and goes to Hengyang for two thousand miles in the north. He doesn't return the book because of wild goose feet.
Meng Jiao, Four Ghosts of Shangwei
Visit a thousand miles alone and return to a thousand miles. Home in Wu Chu township, tears send Δ xi ā? br & gt
Luwen moonlit in Tubo Bieguan
Poverty for three to five months is also based on Beitang. Turn around and lie in the dark, unable to bear to see the round light.
Su Yunmeng Guan Ouyang Xiu
The swan goose in the north indicates the arrival of the season, and his wife's letter is brought home. In a trance, it is difficult to tell whether the home is true or false. After the dream, I opened the window to look, only to see the leaves of tung trees withered and the lotus flowers by the pool withered. It was autumn all night, but I slept in my dream, but turned a deaf ear.
Wang Anshi anchored in Guazhou.
Jingkou and Guazhou are just separated by a water, and Zhongshan has only a few heavy green mountains. The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home?
Wang Jian, Zhi Wu
The sound of urban demolition is that the night is still early, but the river is scattered and cold; Seeing that he has become a homeless person, he is still telling everyone about his hometown.
The new voice of Yuan Kai's pipa dance in "Suke" always leaves the mountain. I can't listen to endless worries, and the high autumn moon shines on the Great Wall. Wang Changling's Join the Army
Before returning to Yuefeng, the sand is like snow, and the moon outside the city is like frost. I don't know where to play the flute, and I want to look forward to my hometown all night. Li Yi's Listening to the Flute in the Surrender City
The old country has a long road to the east, and the tears of the double-sleeved dragon bell have not dried. I'll meet you immediately, without paper and pen. Please tell my family that I'm safe. Cen Can is meeting a messenger to the capital.
Claiming to stand out, stand up to Jin Lu, stand up to Jun Yaoshun, and then make the customs pure. Du Fu's Twenty-two Rhymes of Wei Zuocheng
At the age of twenty, all the civil and military officials were proficient and went west to Beijing. Look up at the gate of the courtyard, and the day will go. Gao Shi's Wei Not Joining the Army
I went out with a big smile. How can I be a person who has lived in the wild for a long time? Li Bai's "Nanling children don't go to Beijing"
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already? I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
August is longer, and people who are worried often get up early. Nothing happens behind closed doors, and autumn grass grows in the courtyard. Last night, I dreamed of going to the west window and entering Jingnan Road. It is better to be poor at home than to be outside. Yung Wing's Autumn Night in Chang 'an
It rained for more than ten days in autumn, and even more cicadas were not heard after sunny days. The prison is in a leisurely state, and new diseases have begun. These geese flock to the south of my hometown. Meng Jiao's Autumn Night after Chang 'an Disease.
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. Du Fu's Memories of My Youth under the Moon
The Dongting is full of grass, and the Chu guests don't want to return. After suffering, the geese fly back every spring. Things are far apart, but few friends. Independence is still shouting, and the south is covered with cloth. Du Fu's "Looking at the Spring River and Spend the Evening"
Jiang people teach clothes late and smell the anvil in October. Wan Li's hometown is a high-rise building overnight. Bai Juyi's "Jiang Lou Wen Zhen"
From then on, Wen Chun went to Qinyuan. I entrust my dream to you, please take me back to my home in the garden. Liu Zongyuan's Lingling Early Spring
Night walking, homesickness is only autumn? Every time you crave water, you have to flow in front of the door every day. Liu Yuxi's Book from the South
I woke up from my dream, only a faint oil lamp covered the round aperture, and the midnight will be over, and the light rain will send me cool. Why don't you even whisper, just say hometown? Han Yu's Su Rong Palace Beach
I miss my hometown in the morning and sleep at night. Dreams don't cry, but tears are black. Ten pieces of Yuan Zhen's ten articles about sending diseases
Why are you depressed? Chang' an is as far away as the sun. You are always in your hometown, and Yan comes to Hong. "Liu Yuxi's" Mourning Exile to Two Songs "is the second song.
"It is a mountain ape calling from the river, and there is no such heartbroken sound in my hometown." Bai Juyi's Answer to Spring
"Tired of hearing Zigui sooner or later, I suddenly heard an oriole singing. A dream breaks the songs of the Chu River, and the hometown is full of spring. " Liu Zongyuan's "Smelling the Orioles"
Leaves rustle, the river is long, and the way home is endless. A new wild goose is raining in the middle of the night, and pedestrians are constantly intestines.
4. Five modern poems about my hometown 1, the road of my hometown, the day I left home at night, the road of my hometown always reached my thoughts at the moment I closed my eyes, and the road of my hometown was full of my childhood joys and sorrows, ups and downs, tears and smiles. At this moment, I think whether it is bitter or sweet, it is a melodious song in my memory. The road of a clear spring hometown carries my yesterday. Yesterday, I was in rags, running with the wind, chasing smiling spring on a dirt road full of weeds. I feel homesick in the rain. The raindrops falling in the drizzle sky are like the rain that a wanderer keeps missing his hometown. It must have washed away a clean village. In the dreams of the villagers, the wheat waves rolled over a corner of the green trees, braving the smoke and imagining climbing to the top of their hometown. Father sat on the door of the old house, wiped his forehead with the back of his hand and lit a cigarette. Squinting my eyes, I watched the rain dripping on the eaves and merging into a cheerful stream flowing to the green fields. Sitting at the door of my hometown and looking at the rolling clouds in the air, the blue sky of Shuwa is getting deeper and deeper because of more and more clouds. On an apricot tree with a thick bowl in front of the door, a donkey is chewing grass. I don't know which donkey called it out. The donkey also raised its neck and called out a white rabbit. White as snow suddenly jumped up and stopped from me. Several chickens ran out of the grass screaming, and one of them swallowed a bug as soon as its neck was stretched out. A familiar voice made me look at the intersection. Thin mother is driving the pig home. The Song of Homesickness is a melodious and beautiful song of homesickness. The moon always hangs in the middle of the night, and the stars blink. A wisp of Wei Yun was cut off by the breeze. On such a night, I gently sang loveliness with my homesick heart. The beautiful hometown of blue sky, white clouds, green mountains, green water and golden wheat waves must be rolling in again. You see, the corners of the villagers' mouths are smiling again. Tonight, just sleep peacefully, sleep in a dream with your hometown and have a happy dream. When you wake up, maybe my father drove the donkey with a whip and brought some hope. Hometown, the hometown of my poetry, a village lying in a ravine, I want to write a poem praising your hometown with the pen in my hand and the thoughts flowing in my heart. My hometown is in the sky. The rolling back of the mountains is singing in the ravine. The lights in the moonlight sparkle with beans, and the breeze blows up the skirts at night. So I put wings in the dream of the mountain people, fly, fly ... to the glorious hometown ahead. In the dim candlelight, your son knocked on the keyboard with tears in his eyes and arranged the missing sentences into jumping lines. Step on a car crawling on the mountain road. Dear hometown, your son is coming to you. How many times does dusty dust fly back to the homesickness in the wanderer's dream? How many times has it fallen in the middle of the night in his hometown? How many times does the stream slowly flow back to the homesickness in the wanderer's dream? How many times has this beautiful scenery flowed out in the poems of the wanderer? How many times have the flowers returned to the memory of the wanderer? Homesickness is like this touching spring. From the deep eyes of my hometown, I pulled out my lingering attachment to my hometown, and the wheel ran over the mountain road of my hometown. So there is a corner of vicissitudes hidden in the gap of leaves. After 7 noon, I woke up. My hometown is used to entertaining wanderers who come home, but I am no longer used to taking a quiet nap at home. The sound of wind, birds, crows and tractors awakened hot money from dreams. The sun shone obliquely on the face through the window grilles. In spring, the sound of birds and the laughter of children echo outside the wooden fence. Look at the spring breeze running in the blue sky. Wei Yun waved snow-white long sleeves to cheer for spring. Green wheat seedlings carpeted the hillside. Poems of hope echoed in his hometown village. The children are playing with apricot, pear and peach blossoms. The adults blamed the children for scaring away spring. Look, there are a group of birds flapping their wings on the old locust tree and flying west to the sun. 8 hometown, hometown, I was born and raised in my hometown. Every night when I am wandering in a foreign land, my dreams always haunt you. The winding mountain road has left every footprint of my growth, witnessed the slow growth of a mountain village teenager, witnessed the waves rolling in the spring breeze along the roadside of a mountain village, just like the villagers' beautiful hopes floating to the distant place of their dreams, the roads and mountains connected with the fields continued to delay to the distant place of their dreams, and then disappeared into the sky. The international peak is a loess house lying at the foot of the mountain, looking out from generation to generation. Their faces are engraved with wind and frost, and their childish faces are touched by rough hands covered with calluses. The willows and wisps of smoke around the house are accompanied by the wishes of the villagers. Ran Ran floated into the blue sky, and a few kind screams of cattle and sheep awakened the homesick wanderers in their dreams, and knocked out a few lines of poems on the keyboard, flowing quietly like a river in their hometown. On the other side of the mountain is my hometown. The grass on the mountain dances with the wind, and the pools and fertile fields under the mountain. The fragrance of the green fields is like the pulse of the river in the canyon. In spring, the branches of apricot trees are endless. There are green leaves covering the sky in summer. In cool autumn, the continuous rain can't cool the lover's heart. In winter, there is no trace of snow, but the impulsive feelings of young people can't be buried. On the other side of the mountain, there are endless smoke, endless rivers and endless beautiful scenery in my hometown. Endless comfort always moistens into an idyllic beauty and stays in my memory. The night sky is curved, and the waning moon stares at the lights of thousands of households with tired eyes, and the warmth spills into the night sky through the window. Perhaps only the house in your own home will have lasting warm thoughts. This is a lonely figure. Dream is a missing heart. True feelings come from the heart and love. At this time, the midnight bell has already rung, and a homesick wanderer is looking at the horizon by the faint candlelight. 1 1 The wanderer is homesick and the moonlight is dim. The moon in my hometown is bright in my dream, and the wandering heart is in love with the crescent moon among the stars in my hometown, but my parents are looking forward to his eyes, while my brothers and sisters' affectionate wishes are more like lovers' peach petals. I stand at the top of the night. Gathering the smoke from my hometown, I miss my hometown deeply, but it is crushed and sprinkled to my hometown in the moonlight at night. 12 Dashangou-my home, the land on the Loess Plateau, has cracked a big crack here, and a sunken pit lies in my hometown. The rolling mountains extend to the end of the field of vision, steadily like a lying lion, and the abrupt peaks stand there day and night.
5. Poem about "Going Home" Going Home
Ahead, home is ahead.
In front, there is a mother's persistent watch.
Ahead, is my father's generous chest.
Home is just ahead (imagination on the way home)
At the foot, the road is very confused.
In my heart, dark clouds are floating.
On the shoulders, heavy responsibilities have been strengthened.
Love is really hesitant (the pressure of parents' high expectations)
In spring, you put on light clothes for me.
In summer, you keep out the sun for me.
In autumn, you sow hope for me.
In winter, you weave dreams for me (parents work hard)
Me? What should I do?
Is to hide in a dream
Or embrace melancholy?
Or spray blood (ambivalence)
On the horizon, the sunset hangs.
In the tree, tired birds are sleeping.
Lying on the ground, walking in confusion.
Think of my parents as soon as possible (eager to go home)
It's a long way home.
Horizon? In the tree?
On the ground? Atrium?
Where is this emotion hidden? (Unknown secrets, growing pains)