1. 50 Ancient Poems about Missing Hometown and Missing Relatives
1. "Thoughts on a Quiet Night" by Li Bai There was a bright moonlight in front of the bed, but it was suspected to be frost on the ground.
Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown. 2. "Resentment on the Jade Steps" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty White dew grows on the jade steps, which invades the stockings for a long time at night.
But under the crystal curtain, look at the autumn moon exquisitely. 3. "The Thirteenth Song of Qiupu" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty The water in Lu is clear and the moon is clear, and the moon is clear and the egrets are flying.
The man listened to the girl picking water chestnuts and returned home with a night song. 4. "Drinking Alone Under the Moon" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date.
Raise your glass to the bright moon, and look at each other as three people. The moon doesn't know how to drink, and its shadow follows me.
For now, the moon will be shadowed, and we must have fun until spring. My singing moon lingers, my dancing shadows are scattered.
They make love together when they are awake, but they separate when they are drunk. We will travel together forever, and we will meet each other in Miao Yunhan.
5. "Moon over Guanshan" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty The bright moon rises out of the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ??clouds. The wind blows tens of thousands of miles across Yumen Pass.
Han descended to Baideng Road, and Hu glanced at Qinghai Bay. The origin of the battle was that no one returned.
The garrisonmen looked at each other with sad faces as they thought about returning home. The tall building is like this night, sighing is not enough.
6. "Asking the Moon with Wine" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty When will the moon come to the blue sky? I will stop drinking and ask: People cannot reach the bright moon when they climb it, but the moon follows people when it moves? As bright as a flying mirror, it comes to Danque, and the green smoke extinguishes the clear brilliance? But seeing the night coming from the sea, would Ning know if Xiang Yunjian is there? The white rabbit makes medicine, autumn returns to spring, who is Chang'e living alone next to? People today cannot see the moon of ancient times, but today's moon once illuminated the ancient people. People in ancient times and today are like water flowing, and it is the same when they look at the bright moon.
I only wish that the moonlight would always shine in the golden cup while singing and drinking. 7. "Staying on the Jiande River" Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty moved his boat to Yanzhu, and at dusk the guests were worried about the new arrival.
The sky is low in the wilderness, and the trees are low, and the clear moon on the river is close to the people. 8. "Moon" by Xue Tao of Tang Dynasty.
The thin shadow will become round, where can you see it in the world? 9. "Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan" by Zhang Jiuling of the Tang Dynasty. The bright moon rises on the sea, and the world is at this time. Lovers complain about the distant night, but they miss each other at night.
When the candle is extinguished, it is filled with pity and light, and when I put on my clothes, I feel the dew. I can't bear to give it away, but I still have a good night's sleep.
10. "Remembering My Brother-in-law on a Moonlit Night" by Du Fu of Tang Dynasty. Drums cut off people's walking, and the sound of wild geese is heard 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, but the troops were not suspended.
11. "Dwelling in the Mountains in the Dark Autumn" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty. After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows over the rocks.
The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat. The spring fragrance rests at will, and the king and grandson can stay.
12. "Traveler" by Tang Dumu There is no good companion in the hotel, and the love will be quiet. The cold lamp reminds me of old things, and the broken geese alarm melancholy to sleep.
The distant dream returns to invade the dawn, and the letter from home arrives the following year. There is a beautiful moonlit sky in Cangjiang River, and the door is a fishing boat.
13. "An Old Friend Sends Tea" by Cao Ye of the Tang Dynasty. There are nine Chinese figures on the outside of the sword, and the title is Jade Capital. When it opens, there is a slight moonlight, and the sound of springs is heard everywhere.
The monk arrived in the middle of the night, singing alone to the moon. Bichenxia's feet are broken, and the fragrance is light and milky.
The six organs have gone to sleep, and the poems have clear thoughts. I didn't dare to spend more than a month, so I left my elbow to write books.
14. "Ode to the Dusk River" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty A setting sun spreads over the water, half of the river is rustling and half of the river is red. It's a pity that on the third night of September, the dew is like pearls and the moon is like a bow.
15. "Frost Moon" Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty When I first heard that the geese were flying, there were no cicadas anymore, and the water on the hundred-foot tower reached the sky. The young girl Su'e can withstand the cold, and she fights with Chanjuan in the frost in the middle of the moon.
16. "Manxing" a poem by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty. The moon on the river is only a few feet away, and the wind lantern illuminates the night for the third watch. The herons at the head of the beach are silent, and the fish are jumping at the stern and making a sound.
17 "Mooring in Qinhuai" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty. The smoke cage is cold, the moon is caged in the sand, and the Qinhuai River is close to the restaurant at night. The merchant girl does not know the hatred of the country's subjugation, but she still sings the flowers in the backyard across the river.
18. "Night Mooring at Maple Bridge" by Zhang Ji of the Tang Dynasty. The moon is setting, crows are crying, and the sky is covered with frost. Jiang Feng, the fisherman, sleeps in sorrow. At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang for the passenger ship at midnight.
19. Reminiscing about Shandong brothers Wang Wei of Tang Dynasty on September 9. Alone in a foreign land, we are strangers, but we miss our relatives even more during festive seasons. I know from afar that when my brothers climb to a high place, there is one less person planting dogwood trees everywhere.
20. Great Night Works [Tang Dynasty] Gaoshi Hotel is sleepless under the cold light, and the guest's heart becomes desolate. Tonight, I miss my hometown thousands of miles away, and the frost on my hair is another year in the Ming Dynasty. 21. Returning Home [Tang Dynasty] Du Mu Zhizi Qianyi asked, why is it too late to return? ***Who fights for time and wins the hair on the sideburns? 22. Homesickness [Song Dynasty] Li Gou said that the setting sun is the end of the world, and he looks to the end of the world but cannot see his home. He already hates that the green mountains are blocking each other, and the green mountains are still covered by the dusk clouds. 23. The capital's family letter [Ming Dynasty] Yuan Kai's family letter is three thousand miles away, and the river is three thousand miles away. Five Elements. There is no other word when traveling, just return home early. 24. Watch the mountains with Master Haochu and send them to relatives in Beijing [Tang Dynasty] Dai Shulun. The sharp mountains by the sea are like sword rays. Autumn comes and cuts the heart of sorrow everywhere. If you are transformed into a thousand bodies Billions of people, scattered on the top of the mountain to look at their hometown. 25. Where is the hometown of Wenyan [Tang Dynasty] Wei Yingwu? It is leisurely to return home and think about it. On an autumn rainy night in Huainan, I heard the wild geese coming from Gaozhai. 26. Miscellaneous Poems (Wang Wei) You come from your hometown, you should know the things about your hometown. Will the winter plum blossoms bloom in front of the beautiful window tomorrow? 27. Title of Dayu Lingbei Station (Question of the Song Dynasty) The geese are flying to the south in the dark moon. It is said that they have returned here. I have not finished my journey. When will I come back? The river is still and the tide has begun to fall, and the forest is dim and closed. In the Ming Dynasty, I looked at my hometown. You should see Longtou Plum. 28. Farewell across Jingmen (Li Bai) Crossing far outside Jingmen, you are traveling from Chu State. The mountains follow the plains, and the river flows into the wilderness. Under the moon, the sky mirror is flying, and the clouds are forming sea towers. I still feel sorry for the water of my hometown. , send off the boat for thousands of miles. 29. Farewell (Folk Song of the Sui Dynasty) The willows hang green on the ground, and the poplars are flying in the sky. The wicker sticks are folded and the flowers are flying away. May I ask the pedestrians if they are coming home? 30. Looking at the full moon on the 15th night (Wang Jian) ??Crows roost in the white trees in the atrium, and the cold dew wets the sweet-scented osmanthus silently. Tonight, when the moon is bright, everyone looks at it, and wonders who is thinking about autumn. 31. When I come to Beijing, I look eastward to my hometown and the long road is long, and my sleeves are full of tears. Qian. There is no paper or pen to meet each other immediately, and I will rely on your message to report peace. 32. When Shier (Lu You) died, I knew that everything was in vain, but I was sad that I could not see the same people in Jiuzhou. On the day when Wang Shibei set the Central Plains, he never forgot to tell Nai Weng about family sacrifices. 33. Fisherman's Ao (Fan Zhongyan) Autumn comes and the scenery is strange. Hengyang's wild geese go away without paying attention. Sounds are heard from all sides. Thousands of miles away, the long smoke sets and the sun sets. The lonely city is closed. A glass of turbid wine can lead to a home thousands of miles away. The swallows have not yet been reined in and have no plan to return. Qiang The ground is covered with frost. People are sleepless. The general's white hair and husband's tears. 34. A plum blossom boat crosses the Wujiang River (Jiang Jie). A piece of spring sorrow awaits the pouring of wine. The boat on the river is rocking, and the curtains on the upper floors are moving. Qiuniang Ferry and Tainiang Bridge. The wind It is fluttering again, and the rain is misting again. When will I go home to wash the guest robes? The sound of silver is played by Sheng, and the word heart is fragrant. The flowing light is easy to throw people away. The cherries are red, and the bananas are green. 35. Tian Jing Sha Qiu Si (Ma Zhiyuan) Ku Old vines and crows, small bridges and flowing water, people's homes, west wind and thin horse on the ancient road. The sun sets in the west, and the heartbroken people are at the end of the world. 36. Sauvignon Blanc Nalan Xingde Mountain is a journey, the water is a journey, and the body is walking towards the bank of Yuguan, at night Thousands of tent lamps are deep in the sky. The wind is blowing, the snow is blowing, and the dreams of the hometown are shattered. There is no such sound in the hometown. 37. People have been thinking about returning to Xue Daoheng for seven days in spring, and they have been away from home for two years. People have returned to Luoyanhou, thinking Send it in front of the flowers. 38. Tang Sikong Picture of Apricot Blossoms in My Hometown Send flowers and wine to celebrate the new blooms. Hold the flower branch on the left and the cup on the right. I want to ask, why are old friends different from a flower branch and a glass of wine? 39. Homesickness outside the Yangtze River, Weizhuang, Tang Dynasty. Every spring, I feel sad and sad in a foreign land. 2. Poems about hometown
The bright moon rises in the sea, the end of the world is at this time" (Zhang Jiuling), "I miss my relatives more during the festival" (Wang Wei), "Look up to the bright moon, lower your head to miss your hometown " (Li Bai), "The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown" (Du Fu), "The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river, when will the bright moon shine back on me?" (Wang Anshi), "The bright moon was there at that time, and it illuminated the colorful clouds when I returned" (Yan Jidao) ) I think about the bright moonlight in front of my bed in the quiet night, suspecting that it is frost on the ground. I raise my head to look at the bright moon, and lower my head to think of my hometown. Wang Wei - "Remembering Shandong Brothers on September 9th" I am a stranger in a foreign land alone. I miss my family even more during the festive season.
I know from afar that my brothers are climbing high, and there is only one missing person. The loving mother chants the thread in my mother's hand.
When I leave, I am afraid that I will return later. In the heart of grass, there are three spring rays.
The Yellow Crane Tower and the Qingchuan are full of Hanyang trees.
Poem of longing 1. He is moaning, asking for his friend's voice -------> 2. Throw me a peach, and repay him with a plum ------> 3. Throw me a peach. Give papaya and repay Qiongju ------> 4. Friendship is based on acquaintance, why should flesh and blood be intimate ------ Han Yuefu Folk Song> 5. A husband's ambition is all over the world, and he is still close to his neighbors thousands of miles away ------Three Kingdoms .Wei.Cao Zhi> 6. A close friend in the sea is like a neighbor even as far as the end of the world------Wang Bo of the Tang Dynasty> 7. We know each other no matter how far away we are, but we are still neighbors thousands of miles away------Zhang Jiuling of the Tang Dynasty> 8. Young people enjoy new knowledge, Thinking of old friends in decline ------ Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty > 9. Always make friends through literature, and become neighbors only by virtue ------ Zu Yong of the Tang Dynasty > 10. We are both fallen people in the world, why should we know each other before we meet - -----Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty> 11. Friendship in life ends at the end, don't be separated by ups and downs------Helan Jinming of the Tang Dynasty> 12. Friendship in life is neither old nor young, so why should we agree with each other first---- --Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty> 13. Friends need to be calm when painting, and mountains are like essays but do not like to be flat ------ Weng Zhao of the Qing Dynasty> "The bright moon rises over the sea, and the world is at this time" (Zhang Jiuling), "Every time During the festive season, I miss my loved ones even more" (Wang Wei), "Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to miss your hometown" (Li Bai), "The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown" (Du Fu), "The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river, when will the bright moon shine? "I will return" (Wang Anshi), "The bright moon was there at that time, and the colorful clouds once returned" (Yan Jidao) Shui Diao Ge Tou Bingchen Mid-Autumn Festival, drinking happily till the end of the day, and getting drunk, I wrote this article because I was pregnant with my son. When will the bright moon appear? Ask the sky for wine.
I wonder what year it is today in the palace in the sky? I want to ride the wind back home, but I am afraid that it will be too cold in the high places. Dance and figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the human world.
Turning to the Zhu Pavilion, the Qihu is low, and the light is sleepless. There shouldn't be any hatred, so what's the point of saying goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times.
I wish you a long life and a long life. 3. Poems describing hometown
Home is the cold plum blossom in Wang Wei's "Miscellaneous Poems" "In front of the beautiful bed, the winter plum blossoms have not yet bloomed".
Home is the bright moon in Li Bai's "Silent Night Thoughts", "Looking up at the bright moon, lowering your head to think about your hometown".
Home is the nine-curved ileum in Ma Zhiyuan's "Autumn Thoughts", "The sun sets in the west, and the heartbroken people are at the end of the world"
Home is the "Sunset Xiangguan" in Cui Hao's "Yellow Crane Tower" Where is it, the mist on the river makes people sad.
Li Bai's "The sound of the flute in Luoyang City on a spring night" "The sound of the jade flute spreads into the spring breeze and fills the city of Luo." Human nocturne.
Home is the midnight song in "Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell rings to the passenger ship" in Zhang Ji's "Night Mooring at Maple Bridge"
Home is Wang Anshi. "The boat is anchored in Guazhou" "The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine back on me?"
Home is Li Shangyin's "Night Rain Sends to the North" Why should I cut the candle from the west window? But when it rains at night in Bashan. 4. One sentence to describe the beauty of my hometown
1. "The Proud Fisherman·Autumn Thoughts"
Song Dynasty: Fan Zhongyan
Autumn under the Forbidden City The scenery is different when you come, and you don't notice when the geese leave Hengyang. There are sounds in all directions, thousands of miles away, the smoke is long and the sun is closing in the lonely city. The ground is covered with frost, people are sleepless, and the general is white-haired and his husband is in tears.
Translation: The scenery on the border is completely different when autumn comes, and the flocks of geese flying towards Hengyang come from all directions. The mournful sound of the horn sounded in the surrounding mountains, the dusk fell heavily, the sun set on the mountain, and the lonely city gate was closed.
Drink a glass of old wine and miss your hometown thousands of miles away, with endless thoughts. Qian, thinking of the grievances on the border and the unfulfilled achievements, I don’t know when I can return to my hometown. The sound of the Qiang people’s flutes is melodious, and the frost is spreading all over the earth. It’s late at night, and the soldiers can’t sleep peacefully. Both the generals and the soldiers are covered in frost and snow. My hair turned white, so I could only cry silently.
2. "A Letter from the Capital"
Ming Dynasty: Yuan Kai
The river is three thousand miles away, and the letter from home contains fifteen lines.
There are no other words in the line, just return home soon.
Translation: The river is three thousand miles long, and the letter home is as long as fifteen lines. , just told me to return to my hometown as soon as possible
3. "Shi'er"
Song Dynasty: Lu You
After death, I know that everything is in vain, but I am sad that I will not see Kyushu. Same.
When Wang Shibei set the Central Plains Day, he never forgot to tell Nai Weng about family sacrifices.
Translation: I originally knew that after my death, everything in the world would have nothing to do with me. But the only thing that makes me sad is that I was not able to see the reunification of the motherland with my own eyes. Therefore, when the day comes when the Song Dynasty army regains the lost land in the Central Plains, you must not forget to tell this good news when you hold family sacrifices. Tell your father!
4. "Wugongtai Temple in Autumn and a Far View"
Tang Dynasty: Liu Changqing
After the ancient platform swayed, the autumn view The heart of the country.
There are few people coming to the wild temple, and the mountains and rivers are deep.
The setting sun is still shining, and the cold chimes are all over the forest.
Melancholy about the Southern Dynasties, the Yangtze River remains alone until now.
Translation: The dilapidated vegetation of the ancient platform has withered, and the autumn scenery arouses my homesickness. The temple in the wilderness has few visitors, and the view of Yunfeng across the water is even more profound. The setting sun slowly sets over the old city, and the sound of chimes echoes in the forest. I feel sad about the past of the Southern Dynasties, but only the Yangtze River flows from ancient times to the present.
5. "Farewell across Jingmen"
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Crossing the distance outside Jingmen, I came to travel from the state of Chu.
The mountains end with the plains, and the river flows into the wilderness.
Under the moonlight, there is a flying mirror, and the clouds are forming sea towers.
I still pity the water of my hometown, and send my boat sailing thousands of miles away.
Translation: Traveling far by boat, passing by Jingmen and arriving at the hometown of Chu State. The green hills gradually disappear, and the plains stretch as far as the eye can see. The Yangtze River surges into the vast wilderness. The moon reflecting on the river is like a flying mirror tomorrow; the clouds turn into blue and form a mirage. The water of my hometown is reluctant to part with me and sends me sailing all the way. 5. Poems and famous sayings about hometown
1. The sun is rising and the night is dying, and the spring of the river is entering the old year. Where can I find the hometown book? It's near Yanluoyang. ——Wang Wan "Under the Cibeigu Mountain"
2. Hu Ma followed the north wind and crossed the southern branches of the bird's nest. ——Nineteen ancient poems of the Han Dynasty "Traveling again and again"
3. The rain stagnates on Chang'an night, and I am alone with the broken lamp. My hometown is cloudy and watery, and it is not suitable for autumn to return to my dreams.
4. I am more timid when I am close to my hometown and dare not ask anyone. ——Zhiwen of the Tang and Song Dynasties, "Du Dayu Ridge"
5. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think of your hometown. ——Li Bai's "Quiet Night Thoughts"
6. Everyone goes to Jiangnan, but tourists only like Jiangnan. The spring water is as green as the sky, and the boat is painted and sleeping while listening to the rain. ——Wei Zhuang's "Jiangnan Hao"
7. It is only seven days since spring, and it has been two years since I left home. After returning to the wild geese, my thoughts are in front of the flowers. ——Xue Daoheng, "People Think of Returning Every Day"
8. Whose jade flute is flying in the dark, and the spring breeze fills Luo City. In this nocturne, I hear the willow trees breaking, and who can forget the sentiments of my homeland? ——Li Bai "Listening to the Flute in Luo City on a Spring Night"
9. There is a bright moonlight in front of the bed, which is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown. ——Li Bai's "Quiet Night Thoughts" 6. What are the poems describing hometown?
1. "Great Night Works" by Tang Gaoshi The hotel is sleepless under the cold light, and the guest's heart becomes sad.
I miss my hometown tonight, and my hair is covered with frost for another year tomorrow. 2. "Going Home" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty A childish child held up his clothes and asked, why is it too late to return? ***Who fights for time and wins the hair on the sideburns? 3. "Homesickness" by Li Gou of the Song Dynasty People say that the setting sun is the end of the world, but I can't see my home even if I look to the end of the world.
I already hate that the Bishan Mountains are blocking each other, and the Bishan Mountains are still covered by dusk clouds. 4. "The Capital's Family Letter" written by Yuan Kai in the Ming Dynasty. The river is three thousand miles away, and the family letter contains fifteen lines.
There is no other words to say, except to return home soon. 5. "Looking at the Mountains with the Master Hao Chu to Send Relatives to Beijing" Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty The sharp mountains by the sea are like swords, and autumn is everywhere cutting the heart of sorrow.
If you were to transform into hundreds of billions of people, you would go up to the top of the mountain and look at your hometown. 6. "Wen Yan" Tang Wei Yingwu Where is my hometown? It’s a leisurely time to return to your thoughts.
On an autumn rainy night in Huainan, Gaozhai heard the arrival of wild geese. 7. "Miscellaneous Poems" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty. You come from your hometown, so you should know the things in your hometown.
Will the winter plum blossoms bloom in front of the beautiful window tomorrow? 8. "Reminiscences of Shandong Brothers on September 9th" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty. 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.
9. "Farewell at the Jingmen Gate" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty. He crossed the distance outside the Jingmen Gate to travel from the Kingdom of Chu. The mountains end with the plains, and the river flows into the wilderness.
Under the moonlight, there is a flying mirror, and the clouds are forming sea towers. Still feeling pity for the water in my hometown, I send my boat sailing thousands of miles away.
10. "Moonlit Night" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty. Drums cut off the pedestrians, and the wild geese make an autumn sound. 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. Sending letters often failed to arrive, and the troops did not stop.
11. "Climbing Wugongtai Temple in Autumn and Looking Away" Liu Changqing of the Tang Dynasty After the ancient platform crumbled, I looked back at my hometown in autumn. There are few people coming to the wild temple, and the clouds are separated by deep water.
The setting sun is still shining, and the cold chimes are all over the forest. Sad about the affairs of the Southern Dynasties, the Yangtze River is alone today.
12. "Bamboo Branches" by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty Spring grass grows at the top of Baidi City, and the Shu River is clear at the foot of Baiyan Mountain. People from the south come up to sing a song, but people from the north don't come up to express their nostalgia.
13 "Returning to Yangzhou in Chang'an and traveling to Wei on September 9th" Sui Jiangzong The heart chases the southern clouds and passes away, and the shape follows the northern geese. The chrysanthemums under the fence in my hometown are blooming today.
14. "Shi'er" by Lu You of the Song Dynasty. After death, I know that everything is in vain, but I am not as sad as Jiuzhou. Wang Shibei set the Central Plains Day, and he never forgot to tell Naiwen during family sacrifices.
15. "Proud of the Fisherman" by Fan Zhongyan of the Song Dynasty. The scenery is strange when autumn comes under the fortress. The geese in Hengyang leave without paying attention, and there are sounds from all directions. Thousands of miles away, the long smoke sets and the sun sets, solitary city closed.
A glass of wine can bring you thousands of miles away, but there is no way for Yan Ran to return home. Qiang Guan is covered with frost all over the ground.
When people are sleepless, the general's hair is white and his husband is in tears. China is a country of poetry, and many poems have great influence. What I want to review here are the ten poems with the "biggest" influence, not the ten best poems.
Because to have a great impact, in addition to being well written, it must also be easy to understand and remember. The first song: Li Bai's "Quiet Night Thoughts" The moonlight shines brightly in front of the bed, which is suspected to be frost on the ground.
Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown. When it comes to homesickness, this poem by Shixian is the first thing that comes to mind for all Chinese people who have a little knowledge of literature.
This poem is as clear as words, catchy when read, and expresses people’s widespread homesickness. Therefore, it has been widely recited for thousands of years and has become the most familiar poem to the descendants of Yan and Huang. Classical poetry. It does not pursue the novelty and peculiarity of imagination, nor does it abandon the exquisiteness and elegance of rhetoric; it expresses rich and profound content with fresh and simple brushwork.
The scene is the scene, the emotion is the emotion, so lifelike, so moving, one will never tire of reading it, and it is intriguing to interpret. No wonder some people praise it as "wonderful in ancient and modern times".
The second song: Meng Jiao's "The Wandering Son's Song" The thread in the hands of the loving mother, and the clothes on the wandering boy's body. Before leaving, I was afraid of returning late.
Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring. This is an ode to maternal love.
The poem eulogizes the greatest human emotion - maternal love in a cordial and sincere way. Especially the last two sentences of the poem use popular metaphors to convey the fiery feelings of a child, and the spring-like maternal love, which has been widely praised. The whole poem has no gorgeous words and no clever carvings. It is fresh, smooth, simple and light. The language is full of rich and mellow poetic flavor and sincere feelings. It has touched the heartstrings of many readers for thousands of years and aroused the screams of thousands of wanderers.
The third song: "Farewell to the Ancient Grass" by Bai Juyi. The grass on the original plain grows brighter and wither every year.
Wildfires never burn out, but the spring breeze blows them again. The distant fragrance invades the ancient road, and the clear green meets the deserted city.
I sent the king and grandson off again, and the love was full of farewell. The second sentence of this poem by Bai Juyi is especially famous and has the greatest influence.
"Wildfire never burns out, but the spring breeze blows and grows again" vividly and vividly expresses the tenacious vitality of weeds, inspiring generations of Chinese people to work hard and move forward. The whole poem is rigorous in composition, the language is natural, fluent and neat, the description of the scene and the lyricism are harmonious, and the artistic conception is complete, which can be called a masterpiece.
The fourth song: Cao Zhi's "Seven Steps Poetry". The beans are boiling and the beans are burning, and the beans are weeping in the cauldron.
They are born from the same roots, so why rush each other? This poem and this allusion are widely known to Chinese people. Cao Zhi used very appropriate, simple and vivid metaphors to express his emotions, and thus escaped death.
Whenever brothers quarrel again, Chinese people will think of this poem, "We are born from the same roots, so why rush to fight with each other?" The fifth poem: "Ascend the Stork Tower" by Wang Zhihuan. The day is over the mountains, and the Yellow River flows into the sea.
If you want to see a thousand miles away, take it to the next level. "Wish to see a thousand miles away" describes the poet's endless desire to explore. He also wants to see further and see the places that his eyes can reach. The only way is to stand higher and "go to a higher level." building".
These two poems vividly remind you of a philosophy: only by climbing high can you see far; to see far, you must climb high. This poem describes the poet's extraordinary ambition when he climbed high and looked far into the distance. It also inspired the Chinese people to be high-spirited.
References AiQ:. 7. Poems describing hometown
1. The road to my hometown. On the days when I leave home at night, the road to my hometown always stretches into my thoughts the moment I close my eyes, lingering with memories. The road to my hometown is filled with my childhood. Joys and sorrows.
Sweet and sour. With tears and smiles, I now feel that no matter the bitterness or sweetness of the past, it is a melodious song that touches the heartstrings in my memory, like a clear spring. The road in my hometown carries my yesterday. Yesterday, I was running in ragged clothes with the wind on a field full of weeds. Chasing the smiling spring on the dirt roadside 2. Homesickness in the rain, continuous drizzle, continuous drizzle. The raindrops falling in the sky form a line, just like a wanderer's continuous longing for his hometown. The rain must have washed out a clear village. The wheat waves are in the dreams of the folks. Rolling over a corner of the eaves among the green trees, smoke curling up from the kitchen, imagining climbing up the hill in my hometown. My father sat on the door of the old house, wiping the fatigue from his forehead with the back of his hand, lighting a dry cigarette, squinting slightly and watching the raindrops falling on the eaves, constantly converging into joy. The stream flowed to the green fields. 3 Sitting on the door of my old home, I watched the clouds rolling in the sky. The blue sky became darker with more clouds. On the apricot tree in front of the door, a donkey was chewing the scent of grass. I don’t know which house. The donkey also raised its neck and brayed, and a white rabbit brayed like snow.
1. The road to my hometown, the days and nights when I leave home, the road to my hometown always stretches into my thoughts and lingers with my memories the moment I close my eyes. The road to my hometown is filled with the joys and sorrows of my childhood. Sweet and sour.
Tears and smiles at this moment, I feel that no matter the bitterness or sweetness of the past, it is a melodious song that touches the heart in my memory, like a clear spring. The road to my hometown carries my yesterday. Yesterday, I was in ragged clothes. The wind runs along the dirt roadside covered with weeds, chasing the smiling spring. 2. Homesickness in the rain. The drizzle, the drizzle. The raindrops falling in the sky form a line, just like a wanderer who misses his hometown constantly. The rain must wash out a bright and clean world. The waves of wheat in the village roll over a corner of the green trees in the dreams of the villagers. The smoke from the roof is rising from the roof. I imagine climbing up the hill in my hometown. My father is sitting on the door of the old house, wiping the fatigue from his forehead with the back of his hand. He lights a cigarette and squints slightly to look at the roof. The raindrops continue to fall and merge into a cheerful stream flowing to the green fields. 3 Sitting on the door of my old home, I sit on the door of my old home and look at the clouds in the sky. The blue sky becomes deeper because of the more clouds. It is on top of the thick apricot tree in front of the door. The donkey was chewing the scent of grass. A donkey from somewhere brayed. The donkey also raised its neck and brayed. A white rabbit, as white as snow, suddenly jumped past me, stopped, and ran toward a few chickens in the grass. One of them screamed and ran out of the grass. One of them stretched out its neck and swallowed an insect. A familiar voice made me look at the thin mother at the intersection who was driving the piglets home. 4 The song of homesickness is a perfect match for missing one’s hometown. A melodious and beautiful song is always written in the deep nights when the moon hangs high and the stars blink, and a wisp of clouds is cut by the breeze. Always on such nights, I sing softly with a homesick heart about my lovely and beautiful hometown. The blue sky, white clouds, green mountains, The golden waves of wheat in the green water must have begun to roll again. Look, there are smiles on the lips of the villagers. Tonight, just sleep peacefully. In the dream, sleep with your hometown and have a happy dream. When you wake up, maybe your father will take the whip. Driving the donkey and carrying some hope 5 Hometown, the hometown of my poems, a village lying in the ravine. I want to use the pen in my hand and the thoughts flowing in my heart to write a poem to praise you for my hometown. My hometown stretches across the sky. The backbone of the undulating mountains sings softly from the meandering streams in the ravines. The lights are shining under the moon, and the cool breeze lifts the clothes of the night. Then I insert my wings in the dreams of the mountain people and fly, fly... fly... Go to the glorious hometown ahead, under the weak candlelight, your son is typing on the keyboard with tears, arranging the missing sentences into jumping lines of poetry. 6. Go home on May 1st and pack a bag of homesickness, and step on a row of cars crawling on the mountain road. My dear Hometown, your son is coming towards you. The dust is flying all the way. How many times the wanderer's homesickness in his dreams is just like this flying dust falling in the late night of my hometown. The mountain peaks are green all the way. The stream flows slowly. How many times in the dream of the wanderer, the homesickness is like this beautiful scenery of clear mountains and clear water. In the poem of the wanderer, a picture flows out, with new green willow buds all the way.
How many times the fragrance of flowers returns to the wanderer’s memory, and his homesickness is just like this touching spring. In the wanderer’s deep eyes looking at his hometown from afar, he pulls out strands of attachment that cannot be brushed away. When he goes home, his wheels roll across the mountain road of his hometown, so there is A corner of the vicissitudes of the eaves looms between the gaps in the leaves. A poem after waking up at 7 o'clock. My hometown is used to entertaining the wanderers who return home, but the wanderers are no longer used to taking a quiet nap at home. The sound of wind, birds, roosters, and tractors woke up the hot money from his dream. The sun shone slantingly on his face through the window grilles. The bursts of birdsong mixed with the laughter of children echoed in the spring. Walking out of the gate like a wooden fence.
Watch the light wind chasing spring running in the blue sky. The light clouds wave their snow-white long sleeves to cheer for spring. The green wheat seedlings spread their carpets on the hillside. The poems of hope roll on the land of my hometown. At the edge of the village, the children hold hands Look at the adults playing around with apricot, pear and peach blossoms and scolding the children for scaring spring away. There is a group of little birds on the old locust tree. They flutter their wings and soar towards the westward direction of the sun. 8 My hometown, my hometown, my hometown, the place where I was born and raised. My dream every night when I am wandering in a foreign land. The winding mountain road is always haunted by your appearance, leaving every footprint of my growth. Witnessing the growth of a mountain village boy. Witnessing the slow development of a mountain village. The green fields on the mountain roadside are rolling with waves in the spring breeze. It seems that the beautiful hopes of the villagers are drifting towards the distance of their dreams. The mountain ridges connecting the fields stretch continuously to the distance of their dreams. The peaks that disappear into the sky are the faces of the loess houses lying at the foot of the mountains that the grandparents and grandchildren look out on with expectation from generation to generation. Carved with wind and frost, I caressed the childish faces of my children and grandchildren with rough hands covered with calluses. The willows and poplars surrounding the house and the wisps of cooking smoke slowly floated towards the blue sky with the wishes of the villagers, and a few cordial cries of cattle and sheep. Awakening the homesick wanderer from his dream, he typed out a few lines of poetry on the keyboard, flowing quietly like a river in his hometown. 9 On the other side of the mountain is my hometown. On the other side of the mountain is my hometown. The grass on the mountain is dancing in the wind, and the beautiful pond at the foot of the mountain is beautiful. Fertile fields, green fields are fragrant, and most of all, the river in the ravine is like a beating pulse. In spring, there are endless apricot blossom branches. In spring and summer, the green leaves cover the sky and overflow with coolness. In autumn, the continuous rain cannot cool the lover's heart in winter. The heavy snow leaves no trace but cannot bury the impulsive feelings of young people. There is endless smoke from my hometown on the other side of the mountain.