1. Poems about praising my hometown

Poems about praising my hometown 1. 10 poems about praising my hometown

1. "Hometown" Modern Times: Mr. Wen Yiduo, sir, where are you going? What's wrong with you in such a hurry? I want to see if my hometown is still there; I want to leave, I want to go back to Wangtian Lake.

I want to ask if there are still white waves rolling in the center of the lake, green waves rolling in the rice fields, and are there any sparrows playing martial arts on the water bamboo branches? Sir, sir, the world is so new and strange. If you don’t travel here, where would you go? I want to visit my hometown, I have my own thoughts; I want to see the corncrakes hatching their eggs in the rice field, and there are still pigeon footprints on the mud with the word "一", and how many white clouds on the sacred mountain change in one minute. This time, there were swallows flying to the hall to announce the good news. Sir, sir, I advise you not to go home; only the life of traveling is free in this world.

The heart of a wanderer is a remnant monument eroded by wind and frost. The monument is already covered with the handwriting of hometown. Oh, I want to go home, I want to go home quickly, I want to listen to the waterwheel outside the door. I keep singing all day long, and then bring the music of my hometown into my heart. Sir, sir, why do you want to go home? There is glory and wisdom in the world.

You don’t know that there is a lovely lake in your hometown. Half of the blue sky is always immersed in the lake water all year round. There are rabbits on the lakeshore looking for food in the dusk, and there are also dogs that don’t chase rabbits when they see them. I want to see if this is still the case today. Sir, sir, I can't understand you anymore. Why on earth do you want to go home? I want to see how many thorns are still growing on the water chestnuts in my hometown. I want to see how many silks there are in a lotus root. I want to see if my hometown still recognizes me. I want to see how many new steles have been added to the graveyard. There are also flowering bamboos in the garden.

2. "Sauvignon Blanc: A Journey to the Mountains" Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde A journey to the mountains, a journey to the water, walking towards the bank of Yuguan, thousands of tents with lights in the dark night. The wind is blowing, the snow is blowing, my hometown dreams are shattered, and there is no such sound in my hometown.

Vernacular interpretation: The soldiers marched non-stop towards Shanhaiguan. The night was already deep, and thousands of tents were lit with lamps.

The wind was blowing and snowing outside, which woke up the soldiers in their sleep and reminded them of their homesickness. How warm and peaceful their hometown was, how could there be such a howling wind and dancing snowflakes? The noisy sound. 3. "Ode to Hometown" Modern: A little red in the Central Plains. The moon is the brightness of my hometown, and the water is the sweetness of my hometown.

This is the land that gave birth to me and raised me. Even though I am no longer here today, I still miss the atmosphere of the past.

You are a mother, but you are bigger than a mother. With warm arms, look forward to my return home.

Wanderer, how longing for that beautiful place. I especially remember that that small forest was the world of my childhood.

Even if the other country is prosperous. It's not worth a cup of weak tea from my hometown.

4. "Going to My Hometown" Author: Zhou Jianhaochao Go to my hometown and let a bee awaken the memories of my childhood. Country roads are the nerve endings of your hometown. Just a gentle step on them will wake up your hometown.

Go to your hometown, lead a scarab beetle, and straighten the old house that is falling sideways. Put a few bundles of thoughts into the stove and burn out the smoke.

Go to your hometown, pick up the sound of cicadas and sort out the autumn wind of the past. Put several baskets of past events into a stone mortar and pound them into moonlight.

Go to your hometown, roll up a pile of snow, and make it look like your childhood. Pour a few happy events into a big bowl and drink. The next year will be stroking the dreams of your loved ones, but I will miss you deeply in the distance.

5. "Hometown" Author: Yunnan Aneng Hometown, you are the palm of your hand. Only when you put me in it can I feel tenderness. Hometown, you are the back of your hand. You hold me close to the sun, so that I can have a ray of light.

Hometown, you are my mother, giving me a strange life. Hometown, you want peace, I wish you good health.

6. "Hometown" Author: Jinlushan people looked at the ridges of Longshang fields intertwined with roads on both sides, followed the dirt road on the dam where weeds grew, and at the end was their hometown - Suojia village.

There are several old elm trees standing at the entrance of the village, like elderly people, guarding the future generations of the village.

In the center of the village, you can see several old houses with ruins, recording the long history of the village. This was the paradise of joy in my childhood. Get together with a few friends, in small groups, play hide-and-seek hopscotch to catch crickets, with a simple smile full of innocence.

In winter, the old people sit around here with their hands in their sleeves, basking in the sun and doing household chores. In summer nights, women gather here after dinner to enjoy the cool air and chat about interesting things in the village. Now, thirty years on, this place is still the homeland with a warm temperature in my heart.

"The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown." It is the time of reunion during the Spring Festival again. Carrying the expectations of my family, I embarked on the last train home.

7. "Love the Motherland and Love My Hometown More" Modern Times: Even though my heart follows the yellowish warmth of the remaining autumn rain, the Yellow River flows and meanders on the land of the North; my soul stirs and pursues the amazing scenery. The water of the Yangtze River in the hot land of southern China flows straight to the East China Sea. They are a golden flash on the coast of Chinese people's lives, and across the river are the paradises they yearn for.

Looking up, it suddenly dawned on me that the motherland is good. Keep your head down and be happy, my hometown is beautiful.

Under my feet is the holy land I seek, and I suddenly look back. Love the motherland, love hometown even more.

The years flow quietly, along the road of time. The motherland is prosperous and the country is prosperous. Reminiscent of the past and the famous figures throughout the ages.

Looking at today, heroes are showing their true colors. I happily walked on the country road, so what? Only when you are surrounded by a hundred miles of azaleas do you know the paradise of flowers and birds; walk into the sea of ??grass and feel the tranquility of the sea; the rising sun rises from the God Mountain, and countless willow branches dance with the sea; the strong rural scenery and nostalgia, Drunk with whom? Who composes rural folk songs? Standing in the breeze and feeling the fragrance of green trees and wild grass, you can instantly feel the warmth of spring and the flowers are blooming. The warmth is endless, and the country roads extend in all directions.

Pieces of green woods decorate my hometown, and I suddenly feel like a long sword cutting through the sky. I love my motherland and my hometown even more. 8. "Missing Home" Modern: The red and green rice fields in the Central Plains are rare anymore. The croaking of frogs and the whispering of autumn insects in the dead of night were once beautiful sounds of nature. Every March, the fragrance of orange flowers everywhere attracts countless bees. The colorful butterflies flutter around, enjoying watching the rainbow in the sky after the rain in my hometown, rejoicing with the fish swimming up the river, recalling the sweetness of midsummer fruits, being obsessed with the warm arms of my childhood parents, and the cute smiling faces of my childhood playmates reappearing in my mind, no matter what No matter how tired and far I have walked, I still miss my hometown deeply.

9. "The Beauty of Hometown" Modern: Xu Sheng The sweetest hometown water, the most beautiful is the local accent. The sound of sweet water is as beautiful as jade liquid and nectar, and it is like the fairy music in the world! A wanderer wanders the world alone.

10. "Hometown" Modern: Xu Sheng My hometown is a beautiful place. The mountains full of green pines are like a green ocean, with luxuriant branches and leaves.

2. Ancient poems about praising hometown and loving hometown

1 "Wind" Li Qiao (Tang Dynasty)

Three autumn leaves fall, and February flowers bloom.

Thousands of feet of waves across the river, thousands of poles leaning into the bamboo

2 "Climbing the Stork Tower" Wang Zhihuan (Tang Dynasty)

The white sun covers the mountains, the Yellow River Into the sea current.

If you want to see a thousand miles away, take it to the next level.

3 "Spring Dawn" Meng Haoran (Tang Dynasty)

When I sleep in spring, I don't realize the dawn, and I hear the singing of birds everywhere.

The sound of wind and rain at night makes you know how many flowers have fallen.

4 No one can be seen in the empty mountain, but the sound of people's voices can be heard.

Returning to the scene (yǐng) into the deep forest, the light shines on the moss again.

5 "Quiet Night Thoughts" Li Bai (Tang Dynasty)

There is a bright moonlight 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.

6 "Quatrains" (Part 1)

Du Fu Chi Rijiang and mountains are beautiful, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and grass.

The swallows fly when the mud melts, and the mandarin ducks sleep in the warm sand.

7 "Snow on the River" Liu Zongyuan (Tang Dynasty)

Birds in thousands of mountains have disappeared, and all traces of people have disappeared.

A man in a boat with a coir raincoat fishing alone in the snow in the cold river.

8 The little boy used a small boat to steal white lotus leaves.

If you don’t hide the traces, the duckweeds will bloom together.

9 "Compassion for the Farmers" (Part 1) Li Shen (Tang Dynasty)

Plant a grain of millet in spring and harvest ten thousand grains in autumn.

There is no idle land in the world , the farmer is still starving to death!

10 "Compassion for the Farmers" (Part 2) Li Shen (Tang Dynasty)

It was noon on the day of hoeing, and sweat dripped from the soil.

Who knows that every meal on the plate is hard work.

11 "Those who seek hermitage are not found" Jia Dao (Tang Dynasty)

Matsushita asked the boy, saying that the teacher was going to collect medicine.

Only in this mountain, I don’t know where the clouds are.

12 "Le Youyuan" Li Shangyin (Tang Dynasty)

Xiang Wan felt unwell and drove to Guyuan.

The sunset is infinitely better, but it’s almost dusk.

13 People come and go on the river, but they love the beauty of sea bass.

You see a boat floating in and out of the storm.

14 "Summer Quatrains" Li Qingzhao (Song Dynasty)

Live as a hero, and die as a ghost.

I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong.

15 "What I See" Yuan Mei (Qing Dynasty)

A shepherd boy rides an ox, and his singing shakes the forest.

I wanted to catch the chirping cicada, but suddenly I stood silent.

16 The water is all pale green, thousands of feet deep to the bottom. There are fish and rocks swimming around, which are unobstructed even if you look directly at them. (Wu Jun's "Books with Zhu Yuan")

17 Wang Wei: Zhuli Pavilion

Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly.

People in the deep forest don’t know that the bright moon comes to shine.

18 Wang Wei: Farewell

Let’s see each other off in the mountains, the sunset covers the firewood.

The spring grass will be green next year, will the king and grandson return?

19 Wang Wei: Lovesickness

Red beans grow in the south. How many branches will grow when spring comes?

I hope you will pick more of them, this is the most loved thing.

20 Li Bai: Resentment

The beauty rolled up the bead curtain and sat deep with frowning eyebrows.

But when I see wet tears, I don’t know who I hate?

OK?

3. 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 festive season" (Wang Wei), " Looking up at the bright moon, I bow my head thinking about my 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 on me again" (Wang Anshi), "When the bright moon is there, I once returned home with colorful clouds" (Yan Jidao) I think about the bright moonlight in front of my bed at night, suspecting 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" Being alone in a foreign land, I am a stranger. I miss my loved ones even more during the holidays.

I know from afar that my brothers are climbing high, and there is only one person left. The loving mother chants the thread in my mother's hand.

Before leaving, the clothes are tightly stitched. I'm afraid I'll be back late. Who can tell me that there are three spring rays in my heart?

The clear river of Huanghe Tower is full of Hanyang trees, and the grass is luxuriantly green. Where is the Xiangguan? worry.

Throw me a papaya and repay you with a jade------gt; 4. Making friends depends on acquaintance, why should flesh and blood be intimate------Han Yuefu Folk Songgt; 5. My husband has ambitions all over the world, and he is still close to his neighbors thousands of miles away--- ---Three Kingdoms. Wei. Cao Zhigt; 6. Good friends in the sea are like neighbors even as far as the end of the world------Tang. Wang Bogt; 7. No matter how far we know each other, we are still neighbors thousands of miles away------Tang. Zhang Jiulinggt ; 8. A young man enjoys new knowledge, but in his twilight years he misses his old friends ------- Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty gt; 9. Make friends with his writing, and become neighbors only by his virtue ------- Ancestor Chant of the Tang Dynasty gt; 10. The same thing When people meet at the end of the world, why should they have known each other before? ------ Tang Bai Juyi gt; 11. Friendships in life are at the end, and they should not be separated by ups and downs ------ Tang Helan Jinming gt; 12. There is no contract in life Young and old, when discussing friendship, why should we first share the same tune ------ Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty gt; 13. If you are a friend in painting, you must be calm, and if you are a mountain like a paper, you do not like the level ------ Weng Zhaogt of the Qing Dynasty; "The bright moon rises over the sea, and the end of the world ***At this time" (Zhang Jiuling), "I miss my family even more during the festive season" (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 turns green again on the south bank of the river, when will the bright moon shine on me again" (Wang Anshi), "The bright moon was there at that time, and it once illuminated the colorful clouds when it returns" (Yan Jidao) The water tune singer Bingchen Mid-Autumn Festival, drinking happily till the end of the day, getting drunk, wrote this Chapter, and pregnant with children. 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.

4. Poems in praise of hometown

⑴ New Year's Eve, [Tang Dynasty] Gao Shi

The hotel is cold and the lights are not sleeping alone, and the guest's heart turns sad.

My hometown is far away tonight, and tomorrow will be another year with frost on my temples.

⑵ Returning Home [Tang Dynasty] Du Mu

The 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?

⑶ Xiangsi [Song Dynasty] Li Gou

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.

⑷The capital received a letter from the family [Ming Dynasty] Yuan Kai

The river is three thousand miles away, and the letter from home contains fifteen lines. There was no other words to say while walking, except that he would return home as soon as possible.

⑸ Watching the mountains with Master Haochu and sending them to relatives in Beijing [Tang Dynasty] Dai Shulun

The sharp mountains by the sea are like swords, and the coming of autumn cuts the heart of sorrow everywhere.

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.

⑹Wen Yan [Tang Dynasty] 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.

⑺Miscellaneous Poems (Wang Wei)

You come from your hometown, you should know the things in your hometown. Will the winter plum blossoms bloom in front of the beautiful window tomorrow?

⑻ Title: Dayu Lingbei Station (Question of the Song Dynasty)

Wild geese are flying to the south under the overcast moon, and the rumor ends here. My journey has not ended yet, when will I come back?

The river is still and the tide is beginning to fall, and the forest is dim and closed. In the Ming Dynasty, when you look at your hometown, you should see Longtou plum.

⑼ Crossing the Jingmen Gate to say goodbye (Li Bai)

Crossing the distance outside the Jingmen Gate, I came 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. I still feel sorry for the water in my hometown, and send my boat sailing thousands of miles away.

⑽Yi Shedi (Du Fu) on a moonlit night

The garrison drum interrupts the line of people, and the sound of wild geese is heard in 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. Sending letters often failed to arrive, and the troops did not stop.

⑾Farewell (Folk Song of the Sui Dynasty)

The willows hang green on the ground, and the poplar flowers are flying in the sky.

The wicker sticks are folded and the flowers are flying away. May I ask the passers-by if they are returning?

⑿Watching the Moon on the Fifteenth Night (Wang Jian) ??

Crows roost on the white trees in the courtyard, and the cold dew wets the sweet-scented osmanthus silently.

Tonight, when the moon is bright and everyone looks around, I don’t know who is missing my autumn thoughts.

⒀Meeting the envoy to the capital

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, and I will rely on you to send messages of peace.

⒁Shier (Lu You)

After death, I know that everything is in vain, but the sadness is not the same as that of Jiuzhou.

Wang Shibei fixed the day of the Central Plains, and he never forgot to tell Nai Weng about the family sacrifices.

⒂Yu Jia Ao (Fan Zhongyan)

The scenery is strange when autumn comes in 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 cup 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 a man is sleepless, the general's hair turns gray and his husband weeps.

⒃Cut a plum blossom and cross the Wujiang River (Jiang Jie)

A piece of spring sorrow awaits the pouring of wine. The boats on the river are rocking, and the curtains on the upper floors are moving. Qiuniang Ferry and Tai Niang Bridge. The wind is blowing and the rain is falling.

When will I return home to wash my guest robes? The word "Yin" means Sheng tune, and the word "Xin" means "Xiangshao". It is easy for people to be thrown away by the stream of light. The cherries are red and the bananas are green.

⒄The sky is clear and the sand is clear, Autumn Thoughts (Ma Zhiyuan)

Withered vines and old trees, dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, people's homes, and old roads with westerly winds and thin horses.

As the sun sets in the west, the heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

⒅ Inscription on the wall in prison (Tan Sitong)

Looking at the door and stopping there, I thought of Zhang Jian, and I endured death for a moment to wait for Du Gen.

I smiled at the sky with my horizontal sword, leaving my liver and gallbladder intact.

⒆ A chapter of reflections (Tan Sitong)

Everything in the world has experienced the sorrow of spring, and now it is time to cry to the sky.

Forty million people burst into tears, wondering where is China.

5. Poems in praise of hometown

North Taoyuan The years are already cold, and the hometown is busy.

In the cold night, this longing goes to the woods and farmland. Holding corn stalks, playing hide and seek, playing naughty children.

The north wind blows, the snowflakes drift, and the music is leisurely. At the foot of Langya Mountain is my hometown and my cradle.

Ten miles of golden beach, ten miles of peach garden. How many years will it take to be accompanied by wind and rain? The hardest thing to forget is, during the summer vacation: catching cicadas under the shade of trees.

In the pond: playing with each other and picking lotus flowers. On the seaside: Facing the rough waves, raising the sails and swinging the fishing boats.

In the fisherman's song: At night, I don't think about returning. How much hope is there in the dream? I look back at my hometown with endless affection.

My hometown has beautiful scenery and the water in my hometown is sweet. When will we triumph? 3. Yang Qiling is a small mountain village where the sounds of chickens and dogs can be heard.

Put on your clothes and open the wood door. Welcome good guests and invite old friends.

In the fragrance of flowers and chirping of birds, enjoy the spring breeze and spend a good time. Reciting ancient poems, singing the ancient harp, and playing the harp.

Sit in front of the window and enjoy the blue sky and white clouds. The mountain streams are clear and flowing, and there are pine forests on the slopes.

Far and near, there are flocks of sheep. Although there is no military exploits in the war book.

Being a commoner at the foot of Shushan Mountain. A game of chess, a cup of tea, discussing ancient and modern times, and talking about Emperor Qin.

With the company of singing, I don’t have to worry about the road or poverty. How much love? How much hate? Don't remember.

The world is so colorful, so why bother to pursue it? China’s mountains and rivers are beautiful, what’s not to like about it? This is the most pure feeling. 4. Kuang Lu Picture A little cold light comes from the dilapidated study room.

How many years? Never forget that hometown, that village. No matter when, until the sky is old and the earth is desolate.

Always stay with me: write about Kyushu, write about Sifang. One night, I composed a river of poems and filled a river of lyrics.

The spirit is soaring, and the exquisiteness is unparalleled in the world. How many beautiful chapters are still treasured.

The guest who left the lamp today has been left out in the cold and has disappeared, the young man. A pot of wine, drunk on the side of the road.

The most desolate thing is to be alone and express your heartfelt feelings to the sky. I hope our generation will be more brilliant tomorrow.

Look at the sky above, and see the passion: still unrestrained. Wherever the stylus is wielded, there are strong winds and huge waves, and every sentence is sung.

9. Four Poems of Qinyuan Spring 1. Picture of clear clouds in the distance. The grass is green, the river is winding, and the path is long. Under the blue sky and white clouds, birds flew by.

The summer heat is not yet intense, and the rice and wheat have turned yellow. In the light wind, there were bursts of singing, and several scholars were walking.

On the fields, we bid farewell to the sunset and welcome the morning sun. Nostalgia for the little school taught me to sail far away from now on.

Although we are far away from each other, this feeling is unforgettable. Despite all the calamities, I am still crazy.

Raise the sails, ride the wind and waves, and then build pillars for eternity. On the journey, it is like the sun shining brightly.

2. Picture of the first snow on the river. The cold wind is blowing, the rain and snow are falling, and the night is long. Beneath the lonely lamp and green wall, I sit alone at my desk.

The tears are flowing, and the sadness is faint. It's hard to tell with a piece of paper, I've been separated for many years, the cuckoo is calling outside the window.

Awakened, my hometown dream, my longing. Strolling through the fisherman's courtyard, I asked when the bright moon would come to accompany me? Since there is love, why not? Tears and blood flowed, how many volumes of poetry? The sound of waves is heard in my ears, for whom is the river whimpering? How much have you found in the waves? A heroic man.

3. Picture of the Moon in Gusong Tower A glass of wine and a long song, Mid-Autumn Festival. When the clouds break and the moon comes, the remaining flowers make shadows, they are relatively speechless, and it is full of autumn colors.

All the hardships are gone with the wind. Why do you need to look up to the sky and feel like your heart is on fire? Before the song is finished, I sigh that the rivers flow eastward, and the sun and moon fly by. The past has been wiped out, how many powerful people are there? When asked about merits and demerits, who can tell? How many spring and autumn years, how many separation and hatred.

Traveling all over the green mountains, the scenery remains the same. Looking for Li Bo under the panasonic, he has disappeared, leaving only an ancient song. 4. Danxia visits Pang The falling flowers are intentional, the flowing water is ruthless, and the years are long.

I hate that the world is so vast, and that the crowds are like the sea, and that no one is with me, and we are in the same boat through thick and thin. It's hard to say in a word, I imitate the singing girl, I also ask the sky for the seagulls.

Why? The young man turned into a white-haired old man? It’s hard to raise a glass of hatred and shame until you get drunk. Although deep inside the iceberg, volcanoes are running.

The world said: A barren hill. Wind, frost, rain and snow, silent for thousands of years, I don’t know when I will be able to roar? Under the blue sky, for the common people of Li, I will drive away the cold autumn.

Reference material: "Three Hundred Poems", author: Bai Yu The years are getting colder, and the farming season is slow in my hometown. In the cold night, this longing goes to the forest and the farmland.

Holding corn stalks, playing hide and seek, playing naughty children. The north wind blows, the snowflakes drift, and the music is leisurely.

The foot of Langya Mountain is my hometown and my cradle. Ten miles of golden beach, ten miles of peach garden.

How many years will it take to be accompanied by wind and rain? The hardest thing to forget is, during the summer vacation: catching cicadas under the shade of trees. In the pond: playing with each other and picking lotus flowers.

On the seaside: Facing the rough waves, raising the sails and swinging the fishing boats. In the fisherman's song: At night, I don't think about returning.

How much hope is there in the dream? I look back at my hometown with endless affection. My hometown has beautiful scenery and sweet water.

When will we triumph?

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7.20 Poems about Missing Hometown

Homesickness Poem "Thoughts on a Quiet Night" (Tang Dynasty) Li Bai There is a bright moonlight in front of the bed, but it is suspected to be frost on the ground.

Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think of your hometown.

"Night Rain Sends to the North" (Tang Dynasty) Li Shangyin You asked about the return date but the date has not yet been determined. The night rain in Bashan swelled the autumn pond.

Why should I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan? "Looking at the Post Station" (Tang Dynasty) Bai Juyi. In the Jing'an house, there are willows in the window, and the flowers on the ground are fluttering in front of the Post Tower.

The spring scenery in the two places ends at the same day, and the residents miss their guests and their homes. "Farewell to Nanpu" (Tang Dynasty) Bai Juyi Farewell to Nanpu is desolate, the west wind curls up in autumn.

When you see it, your heart breaks, so don’t look back. "Handan is homesick at the winter solstice" (Tang Dynasty) Bai Juyi. Handan Station is homesick for the winter solstice, and the shadows in front of the lamps are accompanied by hugging knees.

If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about people traveling far away. "Boat Mooring on Guazhou" (Northern Song Dynasty) Wang Anshi Between Jingkou and Guazhou, there are only a few mountains between Zhongshan and Guazhou.

The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me again? "Farewell at the Jingmen Gate" (Tang Dynasty) Li Bai Crossed 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. I still feel sorry for the water in my hometown, and send my boat sailing thousands of miles away.

"New Year's Works" (Tang Dynasty) Liu Changqing The hometown is full of enthusiasm for the new year, and the sky is alone. When you grow old, you live among others, and when you return in spring, your guests come first.

The mountains and apes are in the same day and evening, and the rivers and willows are surrounded by wind and smoke. Already like Changsha Fu, a few more years from now.

"Autumn Thoughts" (Tang Dynasty) Zhang Ji The autumn wind is seen in Luoyang City, and the writer is full of ideas. I'm afraid that I can't tell you all in a hurry, and the travelers are about to open the gate again.

"Longing for Love" (Qing Dynasty) Nalan Xingde A journey to the mountains, a journey to the water, walking towards the bank of Yuguan, thousands of tents with lights in the night. The wind is blowing, the snow is blowing, my hometown is shattered, my dreams are broken, and there is no such sound in my hometown.

"Great Night Works" (Tang Dynasty) Gao Shi The hotel is sleepless under the cold light, why does the guest feel so sad? Tonight I miss my hometown thousands of miles away, and I will see another year of frost on my temples tomorrow. "Miscellaneous Poems" (Tang Dynasty) Wang Wei You come from your hometown, you should know the things in your hometown.

Leaning in front of the window tomorrow, have the winter plum blossoms bloomed yet? "Remembering Brothers from Shandong on September 9th" (Tang Dynasty) Wang Wei I am a stranger in a foreign land, but 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.

"Yin Yu" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty The mist is heavy today, and the mountains and rivers are deep here. The sound of the beach is more urgent in autumn, and the air in the gorge is more cloudy at dawn.

Looking at the tower, clouds cover my eyes, and my heart is homesick with raindrops. How can we comfort Youdu? I rely on this North Window Qin.

"Cold Food While Traveling" by Li Zhong of the Tang Dynasty. Cold food during the trip makes people feel homesick and shed tears. The music and books are broken outside the sky, and the peach and plum rain is in the spring.

The rib muscles are late and can be dwarfed. Jiu Chong Xue Chu is grinding and wanting to drink, but there is no thought, but the chant seems to have a reason. There are so many people outing outside his suburbs.

"Autumn Thoughts on the Bank of the River" by Xunhe, Du Tang Dynasty Driving horses along the river, homesickness arises every step of the way. Raise the whip to wave the willow color, and lose the sound of cicadas.

Autumn crops are bounded by long roads, and cold clouds surround the ancient city. When the family is poor and prosperous, they have no land to farm.

"Sending Friends to the South on the River" by Zhang Qiao of the Tang Dynasty Where homesickness accumulates, chaos gathers at the end of the world. The shore is long and the people are singing late, and the lake is wide and the sails are sailing in autumn.

Buy wine and pass the fishing house, divide the lamp and fishing boat. When you see wild geese in Xiaoxiang, you should think about traveling alone.

"Tian Jing Sha · Autumn Thoughts" [Yuan Dynasty]· Ma Zhiyuan Withered vines and old trees, dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, people's homes, west wind and thin horses on the ancient road. The sun sets in the west, and the heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

"Sending Friends to the South on the River" by Zhang Qiao of the Tang Dynasty Where homesickness accumulates, chaos gathers at the end of the world. The shore is long and the people are singing late, and the lake is wide and the sails are sailing in autumn.

Buy wine and pass the fishing house, divide the lamp and fishing boat. When you see wild geese in Xiaoxiang, you should think about traveling alone.

"Homesickness" by Tang Buxie No one travels to Lubei, but the letter from Yunnan has not been returned. If you don’t sweep away the flowers in front of the court, who will climb the willows outside the door?

Sitting for a long time will sell off silver candles, and the more sorrow will reduce the beauty. The moon hangs in my heart on an autumn night, and it shines upon the mountains thousands of miles away.

"Homesickness Beyond the River" by Weizhuang of the Tang Dynasty Every spring in a foreign land is sad, and Du Qu and Oriole can know it. Even more so when the sun sets on the bank of the river, and there are traces of heartbroken smoke and willows.

"At the foot of Cibeigu Mountain" Yuanwang Bay Passengers pass outside the green mountains and go boating in front of the green water. The tide is flat, the banks are wide, the wind is blowing and the sail is hanging.

Hai Ri is born and the night is over, and Jiang Chun is entering the old year.

Where can I get the hometown book? Return to Yanluoyang

Reference: Baidu Encyclopedia.

8. Ancient poems praising hometown

1. "The Beauty of Hometown"

The sweetest hometown water,

the most beautiful is the local accent.

The sound of sweet water is beautiful -

Better than jade liquid and fine wine,

Like the fairy music on earth!

A wanderer wanders the world alone.

2. "Hometown"

My hometown is in that beautiful place

The mountains full of green pines are like a green ocean

Branches The lush leaves are dancing in the wind

The sound of the pine waves is like the symphonic movement

The embrace of the green pines is a symbol of unity

The proud and tall are the pillars of the hometown

Surrounded by mountains and scented with flowers

Beautiful scenery surrounded by mountains and rivers

Sparkling rivers flowing in the river

Green trees make it even more brilliant

The hometown that haunts me

You are my most lovely hometown