(Tang) Wang Wei
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.
Think of my brothers on a moonlit night.
Du Fu (Tang Dynasty)
The first call of wild geese on the border in autumn makes you lose everything.
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.
line
(Tang) Wang Wei
You have just come from our hometown, and we must understand the world.
When you passed my window, did the plum blossom bloom its first cold flower? .
Duhanjiang river
(Tang) Song Wenzhi
The sound book outside the spine is broken, starting in winter and summer.
The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home.
A berth at the foot of Gubei Mountain.
(Tang) Wang Wan
... 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.
People miss home every day.
(Sui) Xue Daoheng
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.
Thoughts in the dead of night
(Tang) Li Bai
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
On a spring night, I smell the flute in Los Angeles.
(Tang) Li Bai
Yu Di's dark flying sound scattered into the spring breeze in Los Angeles.
In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick.
Chang' an wangchun
On Lu (Tang)
The east wind blows, and the gentle spring rain sprinkles the green hills; Seen from the height of the hill, the buildings in Chang 'an City are layered.
Hometown is in a dream, when can I return; Winter went to spring, and in Laizhou, Jiangxi, several people returned to China.
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.
Who knows that I am a scholar, born in troubled times, alone, white-haired, haggard, wandering in the desolate mountains.
Return young
(Tang) He
Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed.
Where do children come from when they meet strangers?
2. Urgent for beautiful sentences about nostalgia, faster. O(∩ It's Mei, when you pass my silk window, Han Mei brings flowers (Wang Wei: Miscellaneous Poems).
Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent remains unchanged.
When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from (He Zhangzhi: My Hometown Book).
3. Leave the mountain to rest, winter will come, and spring will come.
Now, near 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.
Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.
... the night turned into an ocean of the sun, which was Jiang Chunren's year.
I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. (Wang Wan: a berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain)
It's only seven days in spring and two years away from home.
People return to yan zhen, thinking before flowers. (Xue Daoheng: "People are homesick every day")
6. The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is it frosty already? .
Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home. (Li Bai: Quiet Night Thinking)
7. Whose rain flute flies in the dark, and the spring breeze permeates Los Angeles.
In this nocturne, you can't help homesick.
8. It has been ten frosts in Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night.
Crossing the dry water of mulberry for no reason, I hope Bingzhou is my hometown. (Liu Zao: "Journey to the North")
9. A vagrant heard the drums heralding the battle, and a wild goose sang in autumn.
He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! .
Oh, my brothers, what's the point of my life without you? .
However, if there is something wrong with letters in peacetime, what can I expect in wartime? . (Du Fu: Remembering brothers on a moonlit night)
Beautiful prose and appreciation of homesickness are fish in the net. No matter how far your mind swims, you can't get rid of your dream. Missing is like rippling in the evening breeze; It is an unopened qingping lake, a boat with leaves, touching the old house street in the thoughts of opening the first base.
The countryside, the countryside separated by three miles and five miles, and the red face surrounded by vilen, I am used to seeing you and the old cow plowing the fields. A few years ago, the young village girl was crystal clear, but now she is not a delicate kannika nimtragol with open crotch pants. Yes, I saw that strange and familiar face, a pair of warm hands, reaching out to you and hugging you tightly. I am a native villager-my hometown folks! It's not like your dad welcomes you to the village head on crutches and walks you to the village entrance. Homesickness, stirring, never dies, salty life is like a dish of side dishes, and the quiet past is also a kind of interest and a happy smile. Like a refreshing light rain in the air, it is pouring everywhere.
Accustomed to the smell of Shan Ye, full of youth. How can I forget the small village where I lived as a child? I dragged the roadside weeds into the mouth of the old cow, carried the sunset glow on my back, washed away the afterglow on my feet, picked up a fire, grabbed a handful of beans and put them in the fire. The smell of Qing Xiang's half-cooked beans covered my mouth with firewood, and I smiled and walked towards the night road of life with the steps of betraying "the country". Homesickness never needs the satisfaction of price, but homesickness cares about the pastoral scenery, because there is an old mother standing in the statue of the cold field road, watching your long-distance footsteps and expecting a safe return.
When I was a child, I felt that the countryside was a field of bitter grass, which was also the place where I often came. It doesn't grow flowers, only grass. The morning dew here is as beautiful as the sunset glow; There are no traces of lovers and lovers here, only dust from the wind; After the rain, it was a swamp, and the restless heart of youth has been hesitating, frustrated and resentful, with almost no pity. Today's homesickness shines in tears, rests in sleep, and lives the rest of my life. I used him to relive my dead relatives. Yu Guangzhong said, "When I grow up, homesickness is a short grave. I am outside and my mother is inside. " It is homesickness that makes the wandering wanderer feel free, lest he lose it and become a child without a mother! I don't know where homesickness is.
If homesickness is an old wine, aren't those colorful fireworks dancing tonight fleeting youth?
4. Poems about deep nostalgia:
homesickness
Author: Yu Guangzhong
Original: When I was a child
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
Author: Xi Murong
The song of my hometown is the flute of Qingyuan.
It always rings with the moon at night.
The face of my hometown is a vague disappointment.
Like waves in the fog
After separation
Homesickness is a tree without rings.
Never grow old.
AoHongliang's homesickness
Original text:
Tears of missing hometown
Falling under the eaves of rainy days
In a bowl
fan li
Swallow into the stomach
Drunk and homesick
Drunk in a dream
Dreams are in the countryside.
This is a reed flute.
Sing in the hearts of homesick people
So much for the sauce: -D
5. What poems describe the beauty of hometown? 1. The cold light in the hotel is not sleeping alone, but what makes the guests feel sad. My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty.
People say that sunset is the end of the world. Castle Peak is being influenced by Castle Peak, which covers my sight. Twilight, Castle Peak.
The river is three thousand miles long and there are fifteen lines of letters from home. There is nothing else between me, just telling me to go back to my hometown as soon as possible.
The 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!
5. Being a stranger alone in a foreign land, I miss my relatives 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.
6. 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.
7. Spring grass grows in the head of Baidicheng, and Baiyanshan goes down to Qingjiang. Southerners come up to sing a song, but northerners don't come up to be nostalgic.
8. I didn't know everything was empty until I died, but I was sad to see Kyushu. 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!
9. 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.
10. Far 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.
6. Homesickness in ancient poetry has been one of the themes of poetry expression since ancient times.
Especially in ancient times when transportation and communication were extremely underdeveloped, once you leave your hometown, the road ahead is long. When will it be the year of return? Shanzhong, who will pass on the rural book? As a result, poets who are far away from home often feel sad, and beautiful and sad poems gush out and become popular poems for thousands of years. Touch the scene and feel love.
Poets' homesickness often rushes out because of some chance. The rainy night, the bright moon hanging high, the setting sun, the flute sound beyond the Great Wall and so on will all affect the poet's yearning for his native land.
Poets often express their poetry because of it. This is the situation of Silent Night Thinking, which is called China's first homesick poem: Is there frost at the foot of my bed so bright? .
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. It was the bright moon in autumn that triggered the poet's homesickness.
On the night of late autumn, a full moon hangs in the horizon, and the moonlight shines through the window in front of the poet's bed, so bright that the poet suspects that it is "frost on the ground". A word "frost" not only describes the whiteness of moonlight, but also gives people a cold and lonely feeling.
Then the poet can't help but "raise" his head and "lower" his head, and the meticulous action from "looking" to "thinking" vividly describes the poet's psychological activities.
The poet looked up at the bright and clean tracts and dancing laurel trees and thought: How round and lovely the moon is tonight! How can we be reunited! So the poet remembered his hometown. What do you think of your hometown? The poet didn't elaborate.
Let us readers imagine. Let's look at Li Yi's "Listening to the flute on the wall at night": the sand is like snow before Yuefeng, and the moon outside the city is like frost.
I don't know where the bleak reed flute blows and I look at my hometown all night. In this poem, it is also written that the moonlight is like frost, and it also renders a cold and desolate atmosphere.
This kind of scenery, coupled with the soldiers stationed in the frontier fortress for many years, makes them feel more lonely. In such an atmosphere, I suddenly don't know where the sound of the flute came from, and it was tactfully sad, like crying.
The wind deeply touched the homesickness of the soldiers. "One Night" shows the duration of thought; "Hope" points out the scope of infection.
Similarly, Li Bai also wrote, "Who can't miss home?" This poem. They are all induced by the sound of reed flutes, revealing deep homesickness.
Sad and touching. Philip Burkart recalled from a distance.
The former kind of ancient poetry is often the homesickness of the poet because of the scenery, but the specific content of homesickness is not explained by the poet. Another kind of poetry expresses the poet's homesickness through the specific scene of missing his hometown.
For example, Wang Wei's "I miss my brothers in Shandong on vacation in the mountains": I am a stranger in a foreign land, and I miss my relatives twice every holiday. Knowing where my brother climbed, I inserted one less person in the dogwood.
Japan should be a time for family, friends and relatives to reunite, but the poet was "alone" in a "foreign land", so he "missed his loved ones twice". What did the poet miss? The poem conceives such a scene: on this double ninth festival, all the brothers in the family climb up.
They are singing and dancing one by one, lively and active. But just as they rummaged through cornus one by one, they found that one person was missing.
Brothers may be quiet at once, holding a cornucopia in their hands and chanting about me on a long trip. Here, from "all over" to "one less person" naturally aroused feelings.
Through imaginary scenes, the poet showed his homesickness in twists and turns, graceful and touching. Coincidentally, Bai Juyi's "I am homesick from Handan to the night": every winter to the sun in Handan, there is a light to hug my knees.
If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers. On the night of winter solstice, poets who are far away in a foreign land are inseparable.
At this time, only the light shadow accompanied me, and it was chilly, so I sat on my knees. Lonely lamp Leng Yue will naturally remind you of the warmth of home and family.
But the poet didn't write about homesickness, but guessed that his family would stay up late and think about themselves at this time. They are probably talking about my life in other places at this time.
In fact, the poet guessed that his family missed him, and Qu Zheng Pan showed his deep yearning for his family. Simple and affectionate.
Ask Mei Ju. "Beauty is not beautiful, hometown water; Pro than pro, hometown people. "
I can imagine the excitement and joy of meeting people in my hometown in a distant place. When meeting, many things will come to mind: Is the family safe? What is life like in my hometown? Wait a minute.
But there is such a poet who doesn't ask these questions, but only asks whether the cold plum in front of the window is in full bloom: you are from your hometown, tell me what happened there! . Come to the window and open its first cold flower? ? -Wang Wei's "Miscellaneous Poems" love for hometown is not abstract, but embodied in loving the landscape, land, scenery, human feelings, and even every grass and tree in the hometown.
You see, when the poet asked about Han Mei's hometown-"the window", he was so careful and so concerned-"Is the flower in bloom?" It can be seen that poets always miss their hometown. Plum blossom is often a symbol of nobility and holiness, and the cold plum in the poem clearly represents the hometown.
How beautiful the hometown in the poet's mind is! Poetry looks small. On the surface, it looks like a glass of fresh water. In fact, in the plain place, there is a deep poetic sentiment, which shows the poet's deep attachment to his hometown.
I often wonder if Wang Wei was inspired by the Southern Dynasty writer Jiang Zong when he wrote this poem. Nine days in Chang 'an: The heart was driven away by the southern cloud, and the shape followed the northern geese. How many flowers have bloomed under the hedge in the old garden today? In the poem, I first wrote my "heart" and "shape" backwards, and vividly and concisely wrote the heart that traveled but flew back to my hometown.
The poet misses his hometown and imagines the pure and beautiful chrysanthemums by the fence. "How many flowers are there today?" Is it one or two, three or four? Reading such a poem, we seem to see that the poet wants to count one by one, and that kind of eagerness and infatuation comes to the fore. It's really crazy! Write a book and send a message. It is difficult to send brocade books over mountains and mountains.
Homesick people can only sing to the moon and meditate to the shadow. At this time, how happy the poet is if he meets someone who is on his way to his hometown! The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city, and my wandering son doesn't know how his relatives in his hometown are; Writing a letter to peace has too much to say and I don't know where to start.
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 can finally send a letter to his hometown! The poet poured out all his homesickness in his letters at home.
He writes and writes and reads and reads. I didn't put down the envelope until I thought I had said all I had to say.
But when the pedestrians were ready to leave, the poet couldn't help but open the seal again and take a look. I'm afraid some things are still unclear.
Desire, complex and complex in poetry.
7. The old saying about homesickness or homesickness is to drink a pot of wine in the bright moon (Li Bai) flowers alone, and I drink it alone. No one is with me.
Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.
I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring. The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.
Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness. I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.
The moon (Zhang Jiuling), which is far away from the moon, is now at sea, and the horizon is * * * at this time. Bring a separated heart, and be considerate for a long time at night! Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.
You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams. There is a bosom under the autumn night (Meng Haoran). Autumn moon hangs in the sky and Guanghua is wet.
The surprised magpie has not settled, and the flying fireflies are rolling in. The courtyard is sparsely shaded, and the sound of the neighboring night is urgent.
What is the ceremony? Look at the sky and stand. Mid-Autumn Moon (Yan Shu) turned to court in ten rounds, and took people to the corner alone this evening. Su E may not regret it. In the Mid-Autumn Moon (Su Shi), the moonlight is full of cold, and the silver people silently turn to the tracts.
If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year? Looking at the moon in the pavilion on August 15 (Tang Juyi) Last August 15, next to the apricot garden by Qujiang Pool.
On the night of August 15 this year, in front of Songpu Shatou Water Hall. Where is the hometown in the northwest and the full moon in the southeast.
Yesterday, the wind blew and no one would meet. Tonight, the light is as clear as usual. Mid-Autumn Festival (Lu Guimeng) shortened, first frost lost late, and the wind seemed to send the curtain wedding. Inclined trees are separated, and candlelight is full of fragrance. I love the sheng tune without hesitation, listening to the stars disappearing in the north. Who wants to reduce the coolness of school and noon? Guizi (Tang Pirixiu) Yuxing left the moon on the night of August 15th and found new flowers in front of the temple.
So far, the sky doesn't exist, but Chang 'e should be thrown to people. Song Sushi's Mid-Autumn Moon Tour: The bright moon is not out of the mountain, and the red light is thousands of feet.
A cup of silver is not full, and the clouds are scattered. Those who wash God's eyes should welcome the water from Fermin River.
Then I will be indifferent to people in the world, just like I am sorry for Zhan Ran. Mars in the southwest is like a projectile. Its horns and tail are bright and pale.
Not tonight, but even fireflies are fighting for the cold. Who was rowing yesterday? This is a thousand days and nights.
The twists and turns have no intention of chasing the waves, and they bow their heads to sacrifice with the song board. Will the waves and wind regain their strength before the green fluorescence disappears and turns to the mountains?
The bright moon is easy to fall and disperse, and it is even more important to see it when you come back. The clearer the moonlight in front of the hall, the better, and the grass dew in the cold throat.
Shutters push doors silently, while windows are silent and old. Du Nan is engaged in shame and poverty, and there are several people who write moon poems.
In the Ming dynasty, the personnel were in the same position as the morning glow, and suddenly I dreamed of Yao and Taiwan. In the Mid-Autumn Festival (Mi Fei in Song Dynasty), the eyes were poor, Huaihai was wrapped in silver, and everything was red and cultivated.
If there is no labor in the sky, the osmanthus tree will grow long and break the moon. Zhuang Ni's Mid-Autumn Festival (Yuan Haowen) is too thin for a thick meal and too narrow for a dress. Autumn is already very cold for children. I don't know how hard it is to get out of that hut, that stream, that noise, that beach, that mountain, that night, that moon, that dawn, and the homesickness in the poem. You come from my old country.
Tell me what happened there! . When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? (Wang Wei's Miscellaneous Poems) 2. Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed.
Where do children come from when they meet strangers? "He zhang's" hometown couplet ") 3. The spine of the book is broken, winter returns to winter and spring returns to spring. The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home.
Song Wenzhi "Crossing the Han River") 4. 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.
(Wang Wan's "The Next Berth on Beibao Mountain") 5. It's only seven days in spring and two years away from home. 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.
(Xue Daoheng's Home) 6. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
(Li Bai's Silent Night Thinking) 7. The sound of Yudi's flight was dark, and the spring breeze filled Los Angeles. In this nocturne, everyone can't remember the national conditions.
(Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night") 8. It has been ten frosts in Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night. For no reason, I crossed the mulberry river, but I hope that Bing is my hometown.
(Liu Zao's Journey to the North) 9. Wanderers listen to drums and autumn geese sing. 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.
Bai Juyi's three homesick poems look at Jing 'an Hall as a window willow and flowers in front of the station. Two beautiful springs, on the same day; At this time, family members miss their relatives outside, and people outside miss their families.
I miss my hometown from winter to day and night in Handan post office every winter to Sunday, and I always have a kneepad lamp with me. If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers.
Nanpu bid farewell to Nanpu, and the west wind curled up in autumn. Turn back immediately, my heart is broken, so I can leave and don't look back.
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. Moon how bright, shine on my bed. Too sad to sleep, wandering around in clothes.
Although the guests are happy, it is better to turn back early. Who should a person complain about the trouble of running away from home? Back to my room, tears stained my clothes.
Friday, September 9, 2008, 14:33 1. I often go, and the willow is Yi Yi; I think about it today, it's raining -> 2. Mourning can make you cry, and looking far away can make you return to China-Han Yuefu Folk Songs > 3. Humayi North Wind, Crossing the South Branch of Bird's Nest-Nineteen Ancient Poems of Han Dynasty > 4. But how much affection does an inch of grass have-Don Meng Jiao > 5. Now, near my village and meeting people, I dare not ask a question.
8. Poems and essays describing homesickness
Xi Murong
The song of my hometown is a flute in Qingyuan.
It always rings with the moon at night.
The face of my hometown is a vague disappointment.
Like waves in the fog
After separation
Homesickness is a tree without rings.
Never grow old.
Author: 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