Poems of longing for relatives (poems of longing for the early return of relatives) 1. Poems looking forward to the early return of relatives
Poems that miss distant relatives or friends.
(1) Working outside the night [Tang] is high-quality
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.
Showing a Chemei boat crossing Wujiang River (Jie Jiang).
A piece of spring worries about wine. The boat on the river rocked and the curtain moved upstairs. Du Qiuniang and Tainiang Bridge. The wind is floating and the rain is falling.
When will you go home to wash the guest robes? The silver word is the tone, and the heart word is the fragrance. Time can easily throw people away. Cherry is red and banana is green.
⒄ Tianjin Sha Qiu Si (Ma Zhiyuan)
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.
⒅ Prison Theme Wall (Tan Sitong)
Desperate to stop thinking about James Zhang, he endured death and treated Dugan for a while.
My smile goes from the horizontal knife to the sky and stays in the liver and gallbladder.
Chapter of Trick (Tan Sitong)
Everything in the world has reached the spring sorrow, and now I cry to the pale ghost.
Forty million people shed tears together. Where is China at the end of the world?
2. Poems looking forward to family reunion
1.*** Laughing and laughing for the New Year, Lady Hongyan sent plum blossoms. -"New Year's Day Occupy Liu Yazi with Charm" Modern: Dong
Everyone got together to celebrate the arrival of the New Year. It was hilarious. Young comrades in Hongyan Village sent plum blossoms, which added to the festive atmosphere.
2. Raise a glass to Tu Su wine, and drink Shengli tea after the banquet. -"New Year's Day Occupy Liu Yazi with Charm" Modern: Dong
Everyone raised their glasses to wish each other and expressed their wishes for the New Year. After the banquet, everyone was still wanting more, sipping this cup of victory tea and chatting about current events.
Thousands of families always exchange new peaches for old ones. -"Yuanri" Song Dynasty: Wang Anshi
The rising sun shines on thousands of families, who are busy taking off the old peach charms and replacing them with new ones.
4. Flowers lean on the railing to see romance, and the moon once asked wine about the reunion night. -"Pu Tian Le Yong Shi" Yuan Dynasty: Zhang Ming
Look at the blooming flowers by the railing and raise a glass to ask why the moon is so reunited.
5. Don't teach the stars instead, keep the reunion. -"Broken Magnolia Crescent Moon" Qing: Nalan Xingde
In such a night sky, I don't need the stars to keep an eternal oath with me.
3. What are the ancient poems about looking forward to receiving letters from family members?
Tang Wang Wei's miscellaneous poems
You have just come from our hometown, and we must understand the world.
When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming?
Precautions:
1. Miscellaneous Poems: Write poems with scattered feelings and trivial matters and uncertain topics.
2. Tomorrow: the day you come.
3. Window: carved window. Qi, patterned silk.
4. Cold plum: plum blossom in winter.
5. Flowers: Zhu, open; The flowers are blooming.
Appreciate:
At the beginning of the poem, the poet expresses a person who has lived in a foreign land for a long time without modification in a tone similar to a speech. Once he meets relatives and friends at home, he is particularly enthusiastic and eager to know the situation in his hometown. So, what do strangers in different places want to know most? What the hero in the poem misses most is whether the plum blossoms in front of the flower window have bloomed. Using plum blossom as a metonymy for many housework is not only more life-oriented, but also poetic for the most common housework, and at the same time reflects the poet's lofty and detached character of liking plum blossom. The whole poem is unpretentious, but full of poetry.
4. Poetry about missing loved ones
1, miss my father Author: Yuan Aihua Who hasn't climbed over his father's shoulder? His shoulders are always so broad and strong, like the towering Kunlun Mountain. Who has never held his father's arm? His arms are always so strong, like steel tongs. His body is always so majestic and handsome, like pine and cypress and snow. When the sun sets, he can always see his father walking on the ridge with a plow. That land is his hometown. Seedling is his hope in the future. Every year's ups and downs, bitter and sweet, exhausted, are always written on my father's face. Green rice seedlings are his happiness. Huang Cancan's rice is his harvest, his children are clever, his wife is virtuous, and his neighbors are happy. I can always see his warm figure when we meet each other after a brief encounter. Filial piety to grandparents is always considerate and simple. This is my father's kind quality. Diligence is the traditional virtue of my father. I have benefited a lot. Thank my father for his upbringing, for sending me to study and work, for giving me bone marrow, and for giving me flesh and blood. Everything about my daughter was given by my parents. Now that my father is gone, all I can do is to recall in my dreams. It's a flood of thoughts, a family relationship where blood is thicker than water, and eternal concern is only the memory of my father and my long-term thoughts-my daughter misses you in her dreams and in the depths of her soul! 2. My mind is round, Ai Qing. My mind is round. The moon on the Mid-Autumn Festival in August is also the brightest and roundest. No matter how high the mountain is and how wide the sea is, you can see it. What do you think of on such a night? My thoughts are round, watermelons and apples are round, the reunion between people is joyful, the separation of flesh and blood is painful, and those who miss their loved ones look at the bright moon in the sky. Who can swallow moon cakes? 3. Homesickness Author: When Yu Guangzhong was a child, homesickness was a small stamp. I'm here and my mother is there.
When I grow up, homesickness is a narrow 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. 4, when I look at the night sky of the city Author: Samui When I look at the night sky of the city, I can't help but feel sad. Without Sirius, the bear couldn't find his way. The only light I can see is called strong light. When I looked at the night sky in the city, I couldn't help crying. The stars that blinked with me are still in my eyes. In my eyes, it was like lying in the wheat field and looking up at the night sky when I was a child, but at that time, the stars were far away. At this moment, the stars are accompanied by tears of bright lights in the city. When I look at the night sky in the city, I can't help feeling disappointed. Why can't I see the stars? Only the city lights shine. I think of the crowded night sky at home. It's just that we were together then. When I looked at the night sky in the city, I finally found a little star. who is it? Look at me from a distance.
5, always miss the author: peace is a blessing. Time flies in the historical time and space, leaving behind thoughts. It's late autumn and winter, and it's the Cold Food Festival. On October 1st of the lunar calendar, I was worried about missing it. It is a traditional folk custom to burn paper and money, and to send food, drink and warm clothes to the soul of my distant ancestors. As we all know, ancestral paper and cold clothes are nourishing the hearts of thousands of people in Qian Qian. This has become the custom of the Chinese nation. Memories and thoughts of children and grandchildren are passed down from generation to generation.
5. Poetry about missing loved ones
1, now, close to my village and meet people, I dare not ask a question. (Tang Song Wen Zhi. Crossing the Han River)
The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to ask about people from my hometown.
2. Humayi north wind, south branch of Bird's Nest. (Han. Nineteen ancient poems. "Travel again")
Huma is a northerner, so she is attached to the north wind; The Vietnamese bird comes from the south, so its nest stays in the south branch.
3. Elegy can be a cry or a distant angelica. (Second Han Yuefu. Elegy)
A sad song replaces the cry of homesickness, and the right to climb high and look far should return to my hometown.
4. I have been there, Liu Yiyi. The road is muddy and difficult to walk, and people are thirsty and hungry. ("The Book of Songs Xiaoya Cai Wei")
Recalling the first expedition, Yangliuyiyi blew with the wind. Now on the way back, the snow is flying all over the sky.
5, but the inch of long grass is a little sentimental, and it is reported to be three spring rays. (Tang Mengjiao. Wandering sons)
Who can say that a child's filial piety as weak as grass can repay the kindness of such a loving mother as Chunhui Puze?