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
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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 of Warring States, Chu and Qu Yuan, Live Less.
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"
2. Who knows the poetry articles about homesickness? When I was a child, I was homesick/I was a/small/nostalgic/I was a party/short/grave/I was here/outside my mother/inside my mother/homesick now/yes-Zhang/narrow/boat ticket homesickness/I was a bay/shallow/strait/.
When I was a child, I just thought it was catchy. Because there is no distance from home, teenagers don't know the taste of sadness, and I can only understand its meaning literally. After wandering in a foreign land for many years, I gradually realized the deep homesickness implied in the poem.
Homesickness is a wanderer's yearning for his hometown and a wanderer's parting from his old friend. This yearning, this sadness of parting, is particularly clear and true in the dead of night and loneliness.
Whenever the bright moon rises, I will miss my dear hometown deeply. I hope the bright moon in the sky can convey my yearning for my hometown across thousands of miles. The moon is also infused with deep human feelings because of sadness and missing. When the moon is full, my thoughts are also round, and when the moon is absent, my thoughts are also lacking.
That bright moon turned into lines of affectionate poems and touching songs, which entrusted people with infinite homesickness! When I saw the moving moon on the horizon of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, I really understood how bright the moonlight was at home! It is homesickness that endows the hometown with the charm of the bright moon. In Yu Guangzhong's eyes, homesickness is a stamp full of the characteristics of the times and a warm writing paper.
In my heart, homesickness is still a beautiful poem-a poem bathed in the moon, with tears of missing and whispering in my heart. The lush years in my hometown 16 and the wandering mileage in a foreign land for more than 20 years have condensed into a long and rich homesickness.
I wandered around as if I were a kite flying in the sky. Invisible, tough silk thread is the homesickness rooted in my heart. Holding this silk thread is my mother's calloused hand and the rolling mountains in my hometown. Homesickness is like old wine. The longer you leave your hometown, the purer your homesickness will be.
When I was young, I was almost reluctant to leave home and felt cold and heartless. Time flies, especially after being a mother, under the traction of seasonal changes in different places, wind, frost, rain and snow, cool breeze and bright moon, the yearning for my hometown and the grief for my loved ones are always entangled in my heart.
How many nights when the moonlight blows like a silver wind, whether you are in the north where snowflakes are fluttering or in the south where flowers bloom all year round, you will always look forward to the bright moon on the horizon and miss your dreamlike hometown. I know my mother must miss her distant daughter as much as I do, and the bright moon is clearly like my mother's talking eyes; The wild lilies in the valley of my hometown must also be worried about the wanderers in a foreign land, and the fragrance and smile of lilies are clearly in the breeze.
Homesickness is like a dream, a song. In the dead of night, pure homesickness often turns into a sweet dream. In my dream, I put on my wings and flew back to the small mountain city after a long separation. The mountains and rivers are rippling, the smoke from kitchen chimneys is curling into the gallery, and holding a mouthful of Qingxi water is sweet to my heart ... Now, I have been away from my hometown for so long, but the flowers and trees on the mountain and Qingxi at the foot of the mountain constitute a harmonious and natural landscape painting.
Homesickness takes root in the hearts of wanderers and grows into a towering tree ... Old homesickness, how to write an essay clearly and how to write it? Wave, turn around and walk away from your loved ones, tears flow, breeze blows, smoke blows, and homesickness fills your heart. Looking out of the window, the blue color has turned into faint distant mountains and rainy dusk. The street trembled into a wet bird. Did silver moon hang high from the hills of his hometown to a wanderer at night? If his relatives yearn, his longing has drifted back to his hometown and become a stump? Homesickness is a circle of annual rings.
I traveled all day and lived in a foreign land for many years. When I was a child, I seemed eager to leave. Maybe my family wasn't too sad then. I only remember Lu's steamed stuffed buns and stuffy porridge, which have been memorable so far.
I have been away from home for many years and have painted many paths in my hometown. Every time I don't seem to draw, I just want to solve the faint homesickness. I draw more homes nearby, and my heart is clear, like a rare ethereal spirit. Every time I talk to my friends about my hometown, I feel a little nostalgic. Perhaps this is the homesickness plot, but it seems that everyone should try their best to hide this sadness, as if to prove their strength in a foreign country and their homesickness.
It's probably summer vacation, and it's also an accidental day. I want to paint in the studio alone as before, just like a cup of bitter fruit, a Buddhist song, draw a calm picture, and draw this. It suddenly occurred to me that maybe after painting, it will be bought by a stranger like other paintings. He may take it to a place I will never see again, or it may be empty.
Look at my own studio, an empty big warehouse. Maybe I'm also free at this time. The whistle on the Yangtze River is still ringing in the distance, but I really want to ask them where you are from and where you are going.
My friend's footsteps broke my thinking. It's that mountain. A friend of mine who paints, a friend like a poet, paints very well and perfectly. I poured him a cup of bitter wine without greeting him. He likes drinking tea as much as I do. We just looked at my paintings and drank tea silently. This is our usual practice. He suddenly stood up and said he was going home, and then he left directly. He turned around when he walked to the door.
I left without looking back. I was shocked at once. Are you talking about me? Yes, I really haven't been back for years. The painting just picked up slipped by itself. I ran out with myopia. I'm thinking, I should go home. Arriving at Hanzhong Gate, the conductor gently asked me where to go. I almost instinctively used Fengxian words that I hadn't said for years. I was shocked at that time. I really want to.
I stayed at home for more than ten days and returned to all the places I visited as a child. My friend saw me off when I left. When I got on the bus, my friend suddenly said how you touched your tears. I seem to say that maybe you got into the sand, but I feel that there is no wind, the car has gone away, and tears can't help falling. I still don't understand why this trip is more sad than my childhood parting. Later, a friend said, maybe people in the National People's Congress are tired from running in the park. 1October 18 in the evening, it was almost dawn, and I ..
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. Ancient poems about homesickness 1. You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! When you passed my window, was the plum blossom Han Mei in full bloom? -Tang Wang Wei>
2. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light, is it frosted already? Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank again, and I suddenly remembered home-Don Li Bai>
3. I don't know when the bright moon will fall in Qiu Si tonight-Tang Wangjian & gt
He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! -Tang Du Fu
5. Thinking alone at the bottom of the river is vague, and the moonlight is like water. Where are the people who came to see the moon together? The scenery is vaguely like last year-Tang & gt
6. There should be no hate. When will it grow round? -history & gt
When those red berries come in spring, they blush on your southern branches.
8. Being alone in a foreign land is a stranger, and I miss my relatives twice every holiday.
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The poem about homesickness is better than homesickness, so it will be used tomorrow. Thanks to the collection of netizen Hu Yu -3699, the following is 15 homesick poems except Yu Guangzhong's, for your reference, hoping to help you.
16. I miss my hometown/Ruhr waits for spring under the lights for countless nights. When spring comes, flowers will bloom and I will think of flowers and my hometown ... Spring is waiting to slip away from my hometown again and again. Disappeared in the bitter memory of my hometown, the wind is always so light, and the rain is always the fragrance of apricot flowers in the mountains, which can overflow the four seasons of my life. Every time I open it, it looks like an altar of sweet osmanthus rice wine, a struggling river that can never go out, a pomegranate that can never grow on the branches bent by countless naughty feet, and my father's stern eyes ... I am the lightest smile that my father planted in my hometown. The worst seeds grow and blossom in the salty soil soaked by parents' sweat, and finally grow wings-fly away from home. Away from my father, away from the apricot blossoms that bloom all over the mountains at night, I struggled out of Beiguan-the people who climbed out always wanted to stand back, and they were always the mother of a peasant woman, rushing around the land, waiting for the whimsical suffering, waiting for the sunset and standing in the dusk. My mother enjoys poverty very much and is looking forward to singing to her, but I dare not sing to her. Whenever I sing her, I can't help crying. No matter how long my face is, I can't sing that my feelings for my mother are as light as wild chrysanthemums, as simple as mountain springs and as plain as apricot flowers. I don't know whether to stay away from home or away from home. I don't know whether I betrayed the land or the land betrayed the mountains. One day, I knocked on the stone road with my footsteps. One day, I recorded the wrinkles on my father's face with a brush. One day, I don't need a nation, and I don't need bel canto to shout in the most primitive voice-mother! One day, I went to see if the handwriting on the bluestone on the mountainside had already been blown away by the wind, and whether the cry of the top of the mountain at the beginning of love was still floating in the valley. 1, the way home always comes to my mind when I close my eyes at night, and the way home is full of joys and sorrows of my childhood. Sweet and sour.
Tears and smiling faces at this moment, whether bitter or sweet, are melodious songs in memory, like a clear spring hometown road carrying me through yesterday. Yesterday, I was ragged and ran with the wind, chasing a smiling spring on a dirt road full of weeds. 2. I am homesick in the rain, and it is raining in Mao Mao. 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 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. On May 1 day, he went home to pack a bag of homesickness and set foot on a train crawling on the mountain road. Dear hometown, your son is coming to you. How many times have I returned to the wandering dream? Homesickness is like this flying dust, falling all the way to the late-night castle peak in my hometown. How many times the stream slowly flows back into the dream of the wanderer, homesickness is like this beautiful scenery, with pictures flowing in the poems of the wanderer, and the willows sprout new green all the way.
How many times have the flowers recalled the memory of the wanderer? Homesickness is like this touching spring. In the deep eyes of the wanderer looking at his hometown, he led to lingering attachment and went home. The wheel ran over the mountain road in my hometown, so the corner of the vicissitudes of life was hidden in the gap of the leaves. Poetry after waking up at 7 noon, my hometown is used to entertaining wanderers home, but I am no longer used to taking a quiet nap at home. Wind, birds, chickens and tractors awaken hot money from dreams. The sun shines obliquely on the face through the window grilles, and the spring birds' songs mingle with the children's laughter and 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 are rolling in their hometown villages. The children are playing among apricot, pear and peach blossoms. Adults scold children and scare you away from spring. There is a flock of birds flapping their wings in the rebuke of adults on the old locust tree and flying west to the sun. 8 hometown, 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 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 drifted to the distant dream, and the mountains connected with the fields were continuously extended to the distant dream. The peaks that disappeared in the sky are generations of grandparents and grandchildren.
6. Homesickness articles and poems 1, I wish people a long time and a thousand miles of beauty. (Su Shi's Water Tune)
2, Mo Tao don't forget me, curtain roll west wind, people are thinner than yellow flowers. (Li Qingzhao's "Drunken Flowers")
3. I know from a distance where my brother climbed high, and there is one person missing from the dogwood. (Wang Wei's "I miss my brothers in Shandong on vacation in the mountains")
After three months of war, a letter from home is worth a ton of gold. (Du Fu's "Spring Hope")
5, sunset, heartbroken people in the end of the world. (Ma Zhiyuan's "Tianjing-Sha Qiu Si")
6, oblique glow full of water, heartbroken frequency. (Text "Jiangnan Dream")
However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven is still our neighbor. ("Farewell to the Governor in Shu"
8. The Peach Blossom Pond is deep in thousands of feet, which is not as good as Wang Lun's. (Li Bai)
9, and then he disappeared at the corner of the pass, leaving only hoofprint behind him. (Cen Can's "Farewell to Tian Shuji, Wu Guixiang, Snow Song")
10, the sail is far away, and only the Yangtze River flows in the sky. (Li Bai's Farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou)
1 1, I advise you to have a glass of wine and go out for no reason. (Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er An Xi")
12 I'm worried about the bright moon. I'll follow you to Yelangxi. (Li Bai, "I heard that Wang Changling moved to Longbiao Kiln with this news")
13, when * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the late rain. (Li Shangyin's Notes to Friends in the North on a Rainy Night)
14, Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone in the world knows you. (Don't move big when you are high)
15, geese, return to Luoyang, and finally I can send my emissary. (Wang Wan's "A Stop at the foot of Beibao Mountain")
16, looking up, I found it was moonlight, and when I sank back again, I suddenly thought of home. (Li Bai's Silent Night Thinking)
17, Jiang Nanan, when will the bright moon shine on me (Wang Anshi boating in Guazhou)
18, the friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, and the friendship between villains is as good as ever. (Zhuangzi)
19, it's a pleasure to have friends from afar (Confucius)
7. Poetry about hometown (required to imitate homesickness) Homesickness is the sweet earthy fragrance in the air when the sun is shining after the rain.
Nowhere to find, but everywhere.
Homesickness is the bright moon in the pond,
Out of reach, but fascinating.
Missing is a running river that never dries up and never stops; Miss is a fluttering willow, rippling with the wind; Missing is a blazing fire that illuminates people's hearts.
Missing is a series of mobile phone messages, mixed with my concern and nostalgia for my parents.
After leaving home, homesickness is a long river, bringing my feelings to that distant hometown; After leaving home, my thoughts are bunches of dandelions, spreading my love with the wind.
After leaving, homesickness is a sea that gathers rivers and never dries up; After parting, homesickness is a cloudless sky in Wan Li, boundless; When I get old, homesickness is a letter without stamps, buried in my heart.
After leaving home, homesickness is a cup of strong coffee, mellow but bitter; After leaving home, homesickness is a beautiful moonlight, pouring on my heart, cold and clear.
After leaving home, missing is a set of running gears, and my missing and my parents' concern are always closely attached; After leaving home, homesickness is an endless song. Count the parting and gently sing endless melancholy thoughts.
8. Hometown, homesick words and homesick poems.
1, night shift
Tanggaoshi
The cold light of the hotel stays awake alone, why does the guest's heart become sad?
My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty.
2. "Tianjin Sha Qiu Si"
Ma Yuan Zhiyuan
Dead vines, old trees, faint crows, small bridges, flowing water,
The ancient road and the west wind are thin.
When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
3. Nanpu Bie
Tang Bai Juyi
In the bleak drudgery of Nanpu, the autumn wind is bleak.
Turn back immediately, my heart is broken, so I can leave and don't look back.
4. "Cut plums"
Song liqing Zhao
Red lotus root fragrance, jade lingering in autumn, Luo Shang light solution.
Alone in the blue boat.
Who sent the brocade book?
The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.
Flowers bloom and fall, flowing water gurgles,
One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
I can't eliminate this situation,
Only under the eyebrows, but in my heart.
5. Untitled Part IV
Tang Li Shangyin
The curtains were drawn deeply, and I was in Mochow's house. Sleeping alone makes the night even longer.
The Wushan goddess of Chu was originally a dream; Qingxi is the residence of my sister-in-law, and there is no lang here.
Storms make nut horns ecstasy, and the moon dew sweetens cinnamon leaves?
Although fully aware of lovesickness, there is no good health; I am infatuated with it to the end and fall in love for life.
6. "Operator"
Song Li Zhiyi
I live at the head of the Yangtze River and you live at the end of the Yangtze River.
I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water.
When will the water stop? When did this hatred ever happen?
I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning.