1. Poems by ancient poets expressing nostalgia

"Returning to Hometown"

——Tang He Zhizhang

The young boy left home When the boss comes back, his local pronunciation has not changed and his hair on his temples has not changed.

Children who don’t recognize each other laugh and ask where the guest is from.

"Tianjingsha?" "Autumn Thoughts"

——Ma Zhiyuan

The dead vines and old trees are full of crows.

Small bridges and flowing water.

The ancient road has a westerly wind and a thin horse.

As the sun sets, the heartbroken man is at the end of the world

"Listening to the Flute in the City at Night"

——Li Yi

Hui Le The sand in front of the peak is like snow, and the moon outside the city is like frost.

I don’t know where to play the reed pipe, and all night long the people are looking for their hometown.

"Thoughts on a Quiet Night"

——Li Bai

There was a bright moonlight in front of the bed, which was suspected to be frost on the ground.

Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to miss your hometown

"Boat Anchor in Guazhou"

——Wang Anshi

Jingkou Guazhou Yishui In the distance, Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains.

The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me again?

"Morning Journey to Shangshan"

Starting in the morning to recruit priests, the travelers mourn their hometown. The sound of chickens is heard in Maodian, and the frost is everywhere in Banqiao.

The oak leaves have fallen on the mountain road, and the orange flowers are shining brightly on the post wall. Thinking of Du Ling's dream, the wild geese filled the pond.

"Crossing the Han River"

——[Early Tang Dynasty] Song Zhiwen

The audio book outside the Ling Dynasty is broken, passing through winter, summer and spring.

I feel even more timid when I'm close to my hometown, and don't dare to ask anyone.

"Handan is homesick on the Great Night"

——Bai Juyi

On the winter solstice in Danyi, the shadows in front of the lanterns hugging the knees accompany me.

If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about people traveling far away.

"Remembering Shandong Brothers on September 9th"

——Wang Wei

Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during the festive season.

I knew from afar that my brothers were climbing to a high place, so I planted a dogwood tree and one of them was missing.

"Miscellaneous Poems"

——Wang Wei

You come from your hometown, so you should know about it.

When I came in front of the beautiful window, were the winter plum blossoms still blooming?

"Autumn Thoughts"

——Zhang Ji

Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang City, I want to write a book with great meaning.

I’m afraid that I can’t finish the story in a hurry, and the travelers are about to open the gate again.

"Meeting the Envoy Entering the Capital"

——Cen Shen

The road to the east of my hometown is long, and my sleeves are full of tears.

We will meet soon without pen and paper, but I will rely on you to send messages of peace.

"Nostalgia"

——Yu Guangzhong

When I was a child, nostalgia was like a small stamp. I was on this side and my mother was on the other side.

When I grow up, homesickness is like a narrow ticket, with me on this end and the bride on the other.

Later, homesickness was like a short grave. I was outside and my mother was inside.

But now, homesickness is like a shallow strait, with me on this side and the mainland on the other side. 2. Ancient poems about homesickness in Song Dynasty poems

Fisherman's Ao·Autumn Thoughts on Song Dynasty: Fan Zhongyan blocked the scenery when autumn comes, and the scenery is strange, but Hengyang's geese leave without paying attention.

There are sounds from all sides, thousands of miles away, long smoke and sunset, and the lonely city is closed. A cup of turbid wine can lead to a home thousands of miles away, but Yan Ran has no plan to return home.

The ground is covered with frost, the Qiang pipes are covered with frost, people are sleepless, and the general's hair is white and his husband is in tears. Mooring in Guazhou Song Dynasty: Wang Anshi Jingkou Guazhou is separated by water, and Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains.

The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me again? Wangjiangnan·Transcendental Terrace was written in the Song Dynasty: Su Shi was not old in spring, and the willows were slanting in the gentle wind. Try to watch it on the transcendent stage, half a ditch of spring water and a city of flowers.

Thousands of families are covered in mist and rain. After a cold meal, I woke up and sighed.

Stop thinking about old friends and homeland, and try new tea with new fire. Poetry and wine take advantage of the youth.

A spring day occasionally resembles the Song Dynasty: Cheng Hao's clouds are light and the breeze is gentle. It's almost noon, and the flowers and willows are crossing the Qianchuan. At that time, people did not know Yu Xixin's joy, and they would be called young people who took leisure time to study.

Su Muzhe·Burned agarwood in the Song Dynasty: Zhou Bangyan burned agarwood to relieve the heat. Birds call out for the clear sky, and they peek into the eaves at dawn.

The early sun on the leaves dries up the rain, the water surface is clear and round, and the wind lifts them one by one. My hometown is far away, when will I go?

He lives in Wumen and has been traveling in Chang'an for a long time. May the fisherman and the man remember each other?

In a small boat, I dreamed of entering Furongpu. The wind enters the pine·The ancient mirror image of the dangerous building is still cold. Song Dynasty: Zhang Yan The ancient mirror image of the dangerous building is still cold.

Looking back at each other. Peach Blossom does not know the Eastern and Western Jin Dynasties. Thinking about it now, she also dreams about Handan.

On the ethereal sea of ??gods, there are floating pictures of the human world. Baoguang Dan Qi is completely recirculating.

The water is weak and the boat is free. The autumn wind is difficult to grow old, and the three-beaded tree is still lingering and the brittle tube is clear.

Don’t dance with the colorful clothes, the silver bridge cannot reach the deep mountains.

3. Write a few lines of nostalgia expressed by ancient poets

In the past, when I went there, the willows hugged me; now I come to think about it, the rain and snow are falling - The Book of Songs

Hu May leaned against the north wind, Crossing over the southern branches of the bird's nest - Han Dynasty's "Xing Xing Xing Xing Xing Xing Xing"

I feel more timid when I'm close to my hometown and don't dare to ask the visitor - Song Zhiwen's "Du Dayuling"

Where is my hometown? Everywhere, forget unless you are drunk - Li Qingzhao's "Bodhisattva Man"

Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown - Li Bai's "Quiet Night Thoughts"

The war has lasted for three months, and letters from home have arrived. Ten Thousand Gold - Du Fu's "Spring Hope"

The garrison drum breaks the line of people, and there is a sound of wild geese in the autumn.

The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.

My brothers are all scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death.

The letter sent was not delivered, and the troops were not suspended.

——Du Fu's "Remembering My Brother at Night"

The bright moon shines brightly on my bed.

I couldn’t sleep due to sadness, so I picked up my clothes and wandered around.

Although it is a pleasant trip, it is better to return home early.

Who should I complain to when I am alone and worried?

The leader returned to the room, staining his clothes with tears.

————Anonymous "The Bright Moon at Night"

The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river, when will the bright moon shine back to me? ——Wang Anshi's "Mooring at Guazhou"

< p>Looking at my hometown and Miao, it’s hard to miss my return - Liu Yong’s "Eight Sounds of Ganzhou"

The soul of the hometown is dark, and I think about my journey, unless I leave it every night, good dreams leave people to sleep - Fan Zhongyan's " Su Muzhe"

Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during the festive season. I know from afar that when my brothers climbed to a high place, there was only one less person planting dogwood trees.

——Wang Wei's "Reminiscences of Shandong Brothers on September 9th"

When a young boy leaves home and his eldest brother comes back, his local pronunciation has not changed and his hair on his temples has faded; children who don't recognize each other smile and greet guests. From where. ——He Zhizhang's "Occasionally Returning to Hometown"

Only the mirror lake water in front of the door, the spring breeze does not change the old waves - He Zhizhang's "Two Occasional Letters to Returning to Hometown"

I don't know where it blows Reed tube, one night, all the people are looking for their hometown. ——Li Yi "Listening to the Flute in Shoujiang City at Night"

It is the winter solstice in Handan Posthouse, and the shadows in front of the lamp are hugging one's knees.

If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about people traveling far away.

————Bai Juyi's "Homesickness on New Year's Eve in Handan"

You come from your hometown, so you should know about it.

When I came in front of the beautiful window, were the winter plum blossoms still blooming?

——Wang Wei's "Miscellaneous Poems"

The autumn wind is blowing in the city of Luoyang, and I want to write a book full of ideas.

I’m afraid that I can’t finish the story in a hurry, and the travelers are about to open the gate again.