1. Poems about leaving one’s hometown, modern poetry
2. Poems about the changes in one’s hometown
Poems about leaving one’s hometown, modern poetry 1. Writing about leaving one’s hometown Verses
Farewell to my brother's seven-year-old daughter. The clouds are starting to rise, and the leaves are thinning when I leave the pavilion.
The people who complain are like wild geese, unable to fly in a single line. This poem expresses the young author's deep affection when bidding farewell to his brother.
My brother is about to go on the road. Autumn clouds have begun to rise in the sky, and the sky is gray. Around the road pavilion where they were separated, the leaves are falling one after another, and the atmosphere is gloomy. What is surprising is that people cannot be like the wild geese. The wild geese can fly far away together, but at this time, we brothers and sisters cannot fly far away together.
The atmosphere of the scene described in the poem corresponds to the mood when parting. The brother and sister cannot bear to be separated, contrasting with the flying geese, which seems natural and sincere. Farewell to a Friend Li Bai Green mountains stretch across Beiguo, and white water surrounds the east city.
This place is different, and I have to march thousands of miles alone. The wandering clouds convey the love of an old friend.
I wave my hand and go away, the sound of horses roaring. Green mountains lie across the north of the outer city, and quiet white water flows around the east of the city.
Saying goodbye here is like fluffy grass flying in the wind, traveling thousands of miles away. You are like the floating clouds in the sky, and I am reluctant to leave you like the setting sun on the mountain.
We waved goodbye to each other on the horse, but the horse did not want to be separated and could not help but roar. This poem is like an oil painting, where the beauty of humanity and the beauty of nature are intertwined, making it vivid and colorful.
The whole poem is open-minded and optimistic, with deep affection. Farewell Dong Da Gao Shi Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white sun, the north wind blows wild geese and snow.
Don’t worry, you will have no friends in the future. No one in the world will know you! Thousands of miles away in the north, the sky is covered with clouds that make the day look dim. The north wind blows, and the geese fly toward the south amid the scattered snowflakes. Don’t worry that you don’t have a close friend on the road ahead. Who in the world doesn’t know you? The first two sentences describe the scenery of the North, and the scenery they paint highlights the poet's frustrated mood when bidding farewell to Dong Da. The last two sentences comfort and encourage friends. They are impassioned and generous. It is a touching farewell poem from the heart.
Yishui bids farewell to King Luo Bin. Farewell to Yandan here, a strong man will crown his crown. People have disappeared in the past, but today the water is still cold.
When Jing Ke bid farewell to Prince Dan of Yan, he went to Qin to assassinate the King of Qin. Before leaving, the strong man was impassioned and furious. Nowadays, the ancient warriors have long since died, but the water here is still as cold as before.
This poem is different from the sad mood of ordinary farewell poems. The poet's nostalgia for the ancient warriors seems to be inspiring his friends to learn from Jing Ke and do something. Farewell Du Mu is passionate but always seems to be ruthless, but I can't laugh in front of the bottle.
The candle bids farewell with intention, and sheds tears for others until dawn. When we parted, we were clearly sentimental, but we always found it difficult to express our inner feelings and felt as if we were heartless.
I tried to force a smile at the banquet, but couldn’t. The candles at the banquet seemed to understand our feelings of farewell, and shed tears for us until dawn.
The poet used objects to express his emotions, expressing the deep and sincere feelings that are difficult to separate from friends. The Yellow Crane Tower sends Meng Haoran off to Guangling. Li Bai An old friend bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower in the west. Fireworks under Yangzhou in March. The shadow of the solitary sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky. Only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky. Li Bai sincerely admires Meng Haoran.
First of all, I admire his character. This can be proved by "Gift to Meng Haoran": I love Master Meng, he is so romantic that the world hears about his beauty, abandons his crown and wears his head in white, sleeps in the pines and clouds, is drunk in the moon, and is surrounded by saints and lost flowers. It doesn't matter to you, you are high in the mountains, and you can look up to the disciples. Secondly, I also admire Meng Haoran's beauty. The art of poetry.
Meng's "Wandering Jing Si Guan Hui Wang Baiyun is Behind": After leaving the valley, I had not stopped at noon and had already fainted when I arrived home. Looking back on the road down the mountain, I saw cattle, sheep, and woodcutters secretly missing each other. Weeds and insects were cold, but I couldn't hear the Hengmen. The Hengmen was still open. Standing and waiting for my husband to write about me, I gazed at the "road down the mountain" intently, and what I saw and heard passed by my eyes and ears one by one, and all kinds of emotional waves stirred up in my heart. It was nothing more than conveying my love for the backward man. Friend's concerns. That kind of watchful look is still there right now.
Li Bai's two sentences, "The lone sail is far away and the shadow of the blue sky is gone, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky" is an excellent report performance that uses this technique flexibly. As for the first two sentences, what is said in the west is "Yellow Crane Tower", and what is said in the east is "Yangzhou", both with the unrestrained "Flowers are not interested in the king". As the object, the god of Meng Haoran is vividly displayed on the page, and "for nothing" The sentiment of "揖Qingfen" also appeared on the page.
This poem is very different from "Send Yuan Er Envoy to Anxi": it is not universal and can only be sent to Meng Haoran. I am happy to see my cousin and say goodbye again. Li Yi has been away for ten years and has grown up. We are surprised when we meet again and ask his surname for the first time. We call him names for the first time and recall our old faces. Farewell to the sea and talk about things. It's twilight. Tomorrow, there will be several events in Qiu Shan, Baling Road. It turns out to be like this: Li Yi I met my cousin by chance on a journey, and they recognized each other only after asking for his name, which was a great surprise for both of us.
But if written in this order, the turbulent poetry will be covered up by the mediocre narrative. The poet puts "after ten years of separation and reunion" at the front, which reflects how deeply he was touched and can also arouse readers' compassion for the sufferings of life.
The two sentences "asking for the name" are very delicate: I was "surprised" when I first met, but actually I already had a guess in my mind, so I went to "ask" the other person's name - if we look at this couplet as an intertextual sentence , the situation of "asking the master for advice" at that time is just like now. And when the other party said his name, he couldn't help but look at his cousin and bring back a series of memories.
Afterwards, we talked for a long time, with strong family affection. Time flies, and we will be separated less and more. Readers will infuse their own life experiences into it, be surprised and sigh by it. However, before the joy could be fully exalted, the poet's heart was already tortured by the separation the next day.
He thought about how he would still be alone on the Baling Road in the future, passing one mountain after another, one mountain after another, and he felt very depressed. Farewell to Du Shaofu, the king of Shuchuan, Bocheng Quefu, the beacon smoke of Qin Dynasty, watching Wujin, and agreeing to part with you. We are officials traveling across the sea, and we have close friends in our hearts. If we live next to our neighbors and do nothing, we are on the wrong road. Sons and daughters, ***, and turbans. In fact, the scholar-bureaucrats in the Tang Dynasty all believed that they could "serve the king, Yao, and Shun". "Going up" and becoming an "Emperor Master" are the realization of the highest value in life.
Therefore, when they are officials, they also want to be officials in the capital, and they feel a sense of loss when they are sent to other places. Both the giver and the recipient in this poem have this "love for Beijing complex", so they are reluctant to leave the city of Chang'an where they are sent elsewhere, and when they look in the direction where they are going to take office, they feel particularly windy and misty.
The giver comforts the one being given away, and specifically points out that he is "also an eunuch", and perhaps the same fate of being released to the outside world awaits him. Since they have the same fate, they have a clear understanding of each other and can share all sorrows.
However, the scholars in the early Tang Dynasty had an optimistic background after all, so they were able to get rid of the sentiment of sadness very quickly and shouted out the heroic saying "There are bosom friends in the sea, and the world is like a neighbor". We seemed to see him cut off all the worries in front of him with a firm wave of his hand.
The transition from beginning to end in this poem is the most standardized. The first and second sentences point out the place of farewell, and the third and fourth sentences continue to convey the message.
2. What are the ancient poems and modern poems about homesickness and farewell?
In the vast sea of ??people,
The encounter between you and me is a kind of fate.
But Ablo is a fool,
making the encounter between you and me so short——
Like a newborn baby
< p> He died before he could even give out his first cry of life.
In the miserable desolation,
Looking at the past years,
The tears in my heart slipped out of my heart,
Flowed to the confused dark.
The black mist has covered the laughter of the past,
What is left is endless pain,
The road you and I have walked,
As the mottled time fades away.
Why? Parting comes so soon?
The sorrow of parting dilutes the laughter when we meet.
When can we meet again on the journey of life?
What is lost cannot come back.
Friends, please seal our memories in your mind
Let’s welcome a better tomorrow
Does it count if you write it by yourself~~ Khan
3. Poems or sentences about leaving hometown
1. How can the joy of a small gathering turn into a feeling of separation.
2. I heard the wanderers singing songs of departure in the morning, and I first crossed the river with a slight frost last night. The swan geese can't bear to listen to the sorrow. The situation of Yunshan is like that of a guest.
3. Mountains and oceans separate us, but I can only reunite with you in memories and meet you in dreams.
4. Let’s see each other off in the mountains, the sunset will cover the firewood. The grass will be green next spring, will the king and grandson return?
5. There is no need to complain, there is no need to drink too much.
6. The candle bids farewell with intention and sheds tears for others until dawn.
7. If you don’t have hatred in your eyes, you don’t believe that there are white heads in the world.
8. A sad farewell to Nanpu, the west wind blows in autumn. I felt heartbroken at the sight, so I decided not to look back.
9. Parting with you means that we are both eunuchs. There are close friends in the sea, and there are neighbors in the world. If you do nothing, you will be on the wrong road, and your children will be stained with towels.
10. Where is my hometown, forget it unless you are drunk.
11. When people return home after the wild geese, their thoughts are in front of the flowers.
12. The bright moonlight in front of the bed 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.
13. The tears of separation add new waves to the long river of memory; the blessings of separation are the prelude to reunion again.
14. When I meet people, I gradually feel that the local accent is different, but I hate that the orioles sound like their hometown.
15. The shadow of a solitary sail on the river as the sun sets, the green grass and thousands of miles of Hunan.
4. Poems about the feeling of being away from home for a long time
Homesickness is a kind of situation. People who are far away from home can’t let it go. Homesickness is a good medicine. When you are hurt, thinking of hometown can relieve homesickness. It’s the thoughts that can’t be pushed away, and it will naturally open up when I’m lonely. Homesickness is the long-lost local accent, and the words of my fellow countrymen feel so warm. My mother’s call is ringing in my ears in my dreams. My baby name, which I haven’t heard for many years, brings me back to my childhood. I can cuddle up again when I’m a spoiled child. My mother held a handful of river water from my hometown to wash away all my fatigue. I was lying on the bed in my ancestral house looking for my childhood dreams. My childhood friends gathered together again to play. The beautiful hometown was calling me to go home early. It was a wanderer’s wish. I can't go home yet to enjoy my hometown, my hometown, my hometown, my hometown, my hometown and my love. Another tomorrow will come to me. 1 Thinking of my hometown, I miss my hometown inexplicably.
Hometown is an old wine brewed by wanderers from millet. The farther away it is and the longer it is left, the more mellow the wine will taste. When I think of my hometown, I miss my hometown quietly.
Hometown is a delicacy that is full of color, aroma and taste, tempting travelers from far away to taste it. When I think of my hometown, I miss my hometown silently.
Hometown is a fragment of Youzi’s childhood memory. The more Youzi thinks about it, the less he can process the clues, and it becomes increasingly impossible for him to edit out a complete picture. When I think of my hometown, I miss my hometown deep in my heart.
The longer you miss your hometown, the deeper your understanding of your hometown will be, and the greater the impact on your soul. Hometown, how do tourists miss their hometown? Missing my hometown actually means missing my childhood friends, the old house, and the land.
However, what Wanderer misses most is his old parents. My hometown, I miss my hometown, I don’t need a reason to miss my hometown.
Whenever facing the bright moon in the sky, the longing for my hometown comes like a tide, and is as out of control as a flood. Hometown, missing my hometown, there is no need for any excuse.
Wanderers miss their hometown all the time. >2 The Mid-Autumn Moon is thousands of miles away and I miss you. The bright moon is hanging high in the sky, bringing up endless thoughts in my heart. The wanderer’s posture is more pious than a pilgrim. I look at the same full moon in the distance over the Northland, praying for the glow that shines on my hometown. Can the light shine on my hometown? Passionate eyes full of moist tears brought back the clear light. Washing face, a call suddenly appeared in the ears. Under the laurel, my mother's kind face was still there. What fell in the fragrance of flowers was my father's thin figure standing in the sunset. The autumn rain drenched tenderness, and the wandering duckweeds rose up. The thread of longing will fly as far as the sky is, the wandering footprints will extend the bloodline of family love, and it will penetrate as deep as the bloodline is as wide as it is. Carrying this heavy debt, I sigh to the moon when will I be able to fulfill my filial piety. I cut the slender hair on my knees. The reflection shakes the moonlight all over the ground. The flying eagle flying over the snowfield in my hometown was once a longing for a thousand dreams. Looking back, is the fruit of first love still hanging on the laurel tree of memory, emitting fragrance? On this moonlit night, the bleak autumn wind will lift a floating heart. The heart is getting colder and colder. The moon is shining in the Mid-Autumn Festival. The drizzle is falling all night. The rising tide in my chest breaks through the river embankment of longing and floods. 3 The longing of a wanderer. I miss the mountains of my hometown. The mountains of my hometown are so green. I miss the water of my hometown. The water of my hometown. The clouds of missing my hometown are so green. The clouds of missing my hometown are so light. The people of my hometown are so light. The thoughts of the wanderer are like that. Day after day, I hope that people will be reunited with the green mountains, green water and clouds for a long time. 4. In the afterglow of nostalgia, when I was a child, nostalgia was like a small stamp. I was here, my mother was there. When I grew up, nostalgia was a narrow ticket. I was here, and the bride came over there. Nostalgia is a short grave for me. Outside, my mother is inside, and now homesickness is a shallow strait. I am on this side of the continent and on that side. 5 Homesickness The song of Xi Murong's hometown is a distant flute that always sounds on moonlit nights.
The appearance of my hometown is a kind of vague feeling, as if waving goodbye in the fog. After parting, homesickness is like a tree without annual rings, it will never grow old.
5. About ancient poems or modern poems describing parting
41. Eight poems with subtracted characters "Magnolia"
1. The Picture of Wen Ji Returning to the Han Dynasty
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The sky is far away,
The time is gone and will never come back.
A leaf of duckweed,
accompanies me when I travel thousands of miles alone.
Looking far into the distance,
Tens of thousands of geese are flying on a clear sky.
Considering death,
turned into white clouds and flew into the sky.
2. Farewell Teacher Pang Wei
It’s hard to separate and leave,
every word reads like blood.
They went their separate ways,
and we met again in dreams.
Summer comes and cold comes,
The feather fan gently shakes the world.
The leaves are falling and the snow is falling,
I am free and happy.
6. Ten Miles Long Street
I will devote my whole life,
The mountains and rivers will weep for you for a long time.
Ten miles long street,
Heaven and earth and I are so sad.
Snow is white and flowers are red,
All people unite to pay tribute to the heroic spirits.
Where is the heroic soul?
Spreading love into the world.
Forty-Three, Two Songs from Nan Gezi
1. Pali
I often miss you when I meet you,
I will no longer wander.
Never forget each other:
Stay in your hometown,
Stay on the green hills.
The swipe of brush is too chic,
The splash of ink is the most bold.
Birds flew out of the reed swamp:
Their voices conveyed their feelings,
They all sang for me.
Forty-four, two poems with red lips
1. Spring resentment
A branch welcomes spring,
sends away thousands of miles of cold winter clouds.
A loyal heart,
Who are you searching for?
Ask the man:
Who is the man in the dream?
Pink your lips,
hang your temples,
wear my green skirt.
2. Western Window Cut Candle Chart
Every word is sad,
There are tears everywhere in the writing.
Every sentence is ecstatic,
The face is full of sorrow.
I haven’t finished my sentence yet,
There is a strong west wind outside the window.
It is tolerable,
Which one is intolerable?
Sigh that the world of mortals is rolling.
April 5th, Youth Travel
·Zhangjiajie
Poor parents in the world,
Who are weeping for?
The mountains and rivers are affectionate,
the sun and the moon leave traces,
the white snow dyes the temples.
The boundless leaves are dancing,
The heavy rain falls at dusk.
Returning home is like an arrow,
The road is long,
Listening to the local accent in my dream.
Forty-Six, The Sapphire Case
· Yin Zhaosen
The bright moon came from thousands of miles away to see each other off,
It affected my heart by mistake.
Don't look at the mirror with your gray hair,
The tide of thoughts is like the sea,
surging.
The weather is calm.
The ups and downs are the same dream,
Who has the final say in life and death?
The ruthless years are the most ruthless:
During the long night,
Sitting alone,
sighing until dawn.
47. Traveling on the Shasha
·Picture of Lady with Hairpin Flowers
Send away loneliness,
usher in prosperity.
Who are you fighting for to be beautiful and popular for whom?
Duoduo is full of tears of lovesickness,
Duoduo accompanies me to wander the world.
Say goodbye to the cold night,
Welcome the dawn.
The fragrance of flowers fills the city.
Every fiber is filled with love,
The branches and leaves are all about love.
Poems about the changes in my hometown 1. What are the poems that describe the great changes in my hometown?
1. I have been away from my hometown for many years, and recently I have been busy with people. Only the mirror lake water in front of the door, the spring breeze does not change the old waves. ——From the Tang Dynasty: He Zhizhang's "Two Poems on Returning to Hometown"
Vernacular interpretation: I have been away from my hometown for a long time, and only after I returned home did I realize that the changes in personnel in my hometown were really great. . Only the clear water of Jinghu Lake in front of the door, rippled by the spring breeze, is exactly the same as it was more than fifty years ago.
2. Who lives in Wuyi Lane? Looking back, it reminds me of Xie’s family. ——From the Tang Dynasty: "Song Dynasty" by Sun Yuanyan. Wuyi Alley"
Vernacular interpretation: The Wuyi Alley where Wang, Xie and other large families lived is still there, but I don’t know who lives there. Looking back on history, I recall the Xie family back then.
3. My old hometown in the south of the Yangtze River and the north of the Yangtze River has been a dream for thirty years. The Wuyuan Palace is now in desolation, and the Guangling Terrace Hall is desolate. ——From the Five Dynasties: Li Yu's "Crying across the Zhongjiang River and Looking at the Stone City"
Vernacular interpretation: Jiangnan and Jiangbei are my old hometown. It has been like a dream for thirty years. Now it has become deserted and Guangling Terrace has become deserted. Incomparable.
4. Things are different and people are not empty. Heartbroken, I dreamed of entering Fangzhou Road. ——From the Song Dynasty: Cai Shen's "Bu Shuanzi"
Vernacular interpretation: When you return to the original place, it is no longer the same as before, and the person is no longer the person you knew, and you will inevitably feel sad when you look back. It was like having a beautiful dream.
5. The hometown is gone, and the principles of the near and far are balanced. ——From the Tang Dynasty: Du Fu's "No Home Farewell"
Vernacular interpretation: Since my hometown is gone now, it doesn't matter whether it is far or near.
2. Poems describing the changes in hometown
Nostalgia
What has remained unchanged for sixty years is the faint nostalgia that has been remembered for so many years. It is the return home. Craving.
I came back, bringing with me the wanderer’s desire to go home
I came back, and took away the longing for the loess and nostalgia that belongs to the motherland
Longing comes from being rooted in this land, longing comes from the desire in the heart
Love, transcends nations, crosses rivers, love, that piece of loess , a piece of nostalgia.
Some people say that this is the constant cutting of thoughts.
Unexplainable sorrow
Some people say that it is the feeling of constantly thinking about it, and the expectation comes to mind again.
Nostalgia is rain, homesickness is sorrow, longing comes from hometown, and longing comes from homesickness.
Only when you love deeply can you understand that longing is like a knife, but no matter how sharp the knife is, it can never cut through nostalgia.
People who leave home deeply miss their homeland and their reasons. All the missing comes from the heart
There is always a longing for the hometown in the heart of the wanderer, and there is that faint feeling. Nostalgia.
Returning Hometown Puppet Book:
When a young boy leaves home and his elder comes back, his local accent remains unchanged and his hair on his temples fades away.
When children see each other but don’t recognize each other, they smile and ask questions about the guests. Where did it come from.
3. Poems praising hometown, such as: Changes in hometown
I remember there was a pond near my hometown, with layers of oil and garbage floating on the pond. Flies and mosquitoes were flying everywhere, making a "buzzing" sound, and waves of stench could be smelled from a distance. Now the garbage in this pond is gone, the oil floating on the pond is gone, the pond has become clean and crystal clear. The willow leaves swaying by the pond are graceful and graceful, just like a girl with long hair, dressing up shyly in front of the bright and clear smile. There are many small fish playing and playing in the pond. Wherever the breeze passed, ripples appeared on the water. Swallows and dragonflies occasionally flitted across the water, making ripples of water. In the evening, the frogs in the pond were croaking and it was very lively, like a choir concert! With such a beautiful view, who would have known that this pond was dirty before?
The changes in my hometown are so great now!
4. Are there any poems that describe the changes in my 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. On a Chang'an night when the rain stagnates, I am alone with the broken lamp and feel sad. 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. ——Wen of the Tang and Song Dynasties, "Du Da Yu Ling"
5. Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about 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 is Good"
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 quietly, 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's "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"
10. Where is my hometown? You can forget it unless you are drunk. ——"The Bodhisattva Man" by Li Qingzhao of the Song Dynasty
11. 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.
12. When you come from your hometown, you should know about your hometown. Will the winter plum blossoms bloom in front of the beautiful window tomorrow? ——"Three Miscellaneous Poems" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
13. When children see each other but do not know each other, they laugh and ask where the guest comes from? ——He Zhizhang's "Book of Returning to Hometown"
14. Elegies can be used as weeping, and distant views can be used as homecomings. ——Han Yuefu folk song "Elegy"
15. The childish child held up his clothes and asked, why is it too late to return? ***Whoever fights for time wins the hair on the sideburns.
16. 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 green mountains are blocking each other, and the green mountains are still covered by dusk clouds.
17. Where is Rimu Xiangguan? The smoke on the Yanbo River makes people sad. ——Cui Hao's "Yellow Crane Tower"
18. It has been ten years since the guest house was in the same state, and I remember Xianyang day and night when I return home. I crossed the Sanggan River for no reason, but I thought Bingzhou was my hometown. ——Liu Zao's "Lvci Shuofang"
19. In the past, when I left, the willows lingered; now when I come to think about it, it is raining and snowing. ——"The Book of Songs·Xiaoya·Caiwei"
20. Always on moonlit nights, the appearance of my hometown sounds, but it is a kind of vague longing. As if in the fog, waving goodbye, after parting, homesickness is like a tree without annual rings, which will never grow old - Xi Murong's "Nostalgia"
21. When the young boy leaves home and the old man returns, the local accent remains unchanged. Hair decline.
22. Traveling outside the green mountains, boating in front of the green water. The tide is flat, the banks are wide, the wind is blowing and the sail is hanging.
23. 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.
24. The song of hometown is a distant flute.
25. The sound of the book outside the mountains ends, and the winter returns to spring. I feel even more timid when I'm close to my hometown and don't dare to ask anyone. ——Song Zhiwen "Crossing the Han River"
26. After death, I know that everything is in vain, but I am sad that I will not see the same as all the nine states. Wang Shibei set the Central Plains Day, and he never forgot to tell Naiwen during family sacrifices.
27. Whoever says nothing will be rewarded with three rays of spring. ——Tang.
Meng Jiao's "Wandering Son's Song"
5. Verses describing the great changes in my hometown
When I left home when I was young, my boss came back. His local pronunciation has not changed, but his hair on his temples has faded.
We have met but no longer know each other, where is the visitor?
Mao Zedong
"Shui Tiao Ge Tou." "Swimming"
He drank the water of Changsha,
and ate Wuchang fish.
Thousands of miles across the Yangtze River,
As far as the eye can see, Chu Tianshu is at ease.
No matter the wind or waves,
It is better than taking a leisurely stroll.
Today I have some relief.
The Master said on the river:
What a dead man!
The wind blows,
the tortoise and the snake are still,
the grand plan is launched.
A bridge connects the north and south,
The natural chasm becomes a thoroughfare.
More erect stone biscuits on the Xijiang River,
Cut off the clouds and rain in Wushan Mountain,
The high gorge leads to Pinghu Lake.
The goddess should be fine,
She should shock the world.
6. What are the famous quotes and ancient poems about "changes in hometown"
1. I think some people are born in a certain place and do not get what they deserve. Chance throws them into an environment at random, but they always miss a hometown they don't know where it is. ——"The Moon and Sixpence"
2. Places that cannot be reached are called distant places, and the world that cannot be returned is called hometown. But what I have always longed for is a place further than the distant place. ——"Princess Mononoke"
3. The unique color of the place of birth cannot be erased from people's minds and hearts, just like speaking with the accent of hometown. ——La Rochefoucauld
4. My eyes can no longer see the hometown where I was born and raised; enduring suffering innocently is my destiny in life. The long call of the eagle owl on the roof echoes throughout the jungle, my heart is groaning and I am filled with sorrow. That is a place I have no chance to reach. ——Dostoyevsky
5. Once the hometown is gone, the distance and the distance are balanced. My mother was always in pain and sick, and she stayed in Gouxi for five years. ——Du Fu
6. Neither the devil in hell nor the evil people in the world can stop me from returning to my hometown. ——"The Complete Works of Sherlock Holmes"
7. In the quiet night, I am thinking about my hometown, my relatives, and my friends! ——Jack Ma
8. If the mountains and rivers are not valued, I will never return to my hometown. ——Lin Yutang
9. White clouds are the snow-capped mountains of the sky; blue sky is the ocean of the sky; sunlight is the lava of the sky; haze is the coal mine of the sky; star clusters are the cities of the sky; meteors are the vehicles of the sky; Everything can only be seen from a distance, so the sky is the hometown of fantasy. ——Gucheng
10. The old hometown in the south of the Yangtze River and the north of the Yangtze River has been a dream for thirty years. ——Li Yu
7. What are the poems that describe the great changes in my hometown?
1. The sun is rising and the night is dying, and the spring is entering the old year.
Where can I find the hometown book? Return to Yanluoyang. ——Wang Wan "Under the Cibeigu Mountain" 2. Hu Ma followed the north wind and crossed the southern branch of the bird's nest.
——Nineteen ancient poems of the Han Dynasty "Traveling again and again" 3. When 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? ——"Three Miscellaneous Poems" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty 4. I am even more timid when I am close to my hometown and dare not ask the visitor.
——"Crossing the Han River" by Tang·Song Dynasty 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. When children see each other but don't know each other, they laugh and ask where the guest comes from. ——He Zhizhang's "Book of Returning to Hometown" 7. Elegies can be used as weeping, and looking from afar can be used as homecomings.
——Han Yuefu folk song "Elegy" 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's "Listening to the Flute in Luo City on a Spring Night" 9. Where is my hometown, forget it unless you are drunk. ——"The Bodhisattva Man" by Li Qingzhao of the Song Dynasty 10. I am only seven days old and have been away from home for two years.
When people return home after the wild geese, their thoughts are in front of the flowers. Xue Daoheng's "People Think of Returning Every Day" Hai Ri is born and the night is over, Jiang Chun is entering the old year.
Where can I find the hometown book? Return to Yanluoyang. ——Wangwan of the Tang Dynasty, "Under the Cibeigu Mountain" The remaining night is about to end, and the rising sun is rising over the sea; the year is not yet over, and spring has begun in the south of the Yangtze River.
When you are on the road, how can you send letters from home? It is better to entrust the wild geese returning from the north to carry it to Luoyang in the distance. 2. Hu Ma follows the north wind and crosses the southern branch of the bird's nest.
——Nineteen ancient poems of the Han Dynasty "Traveling again and again" Hu horses come from the north, so they are attached to the north wind; flying birds come from the south, so they nest in the south branches. The metaphor does not forget the fundamentals.
3. 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? ——Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty, "Three Miscellaneous Poems" I would like to ask if the wintersweet flower was blooming in front of the carved window of my house when you came? 4. I am more timid when I am close to my hometown and dare not ask anyone.
——Tang·Song Zhiwen "Du Hanjiang" The closer I get to my hometown, the more panic I feel. Even if I meet people from my hometown on the road, although I am eager to know what is going on in my hometown, I hesitate to ask questions.
5. Raise your head to look at the bright moon and lower your head to miss your hometown. ——Tang Li Bai's "Quiet Night Thoughts" I couldn't help but raise my head and look at the bright moon in the sky outside the window. I couldn't help but lower my head and think about my hometown far away.
6. When children see each other but don’t recognize each other, they laugh and ask where the guest comes from. ——Tang He Zhizhang's "Returning Hometown Puppet Book" When the children in my hometown saw me, no one recognized me. They smiled and asked me: Where did this guest come from? 7. Elegies can be used as weeping, and distant views can be used as homecomings.
——Han Yuefu folk song "Elegy" A tragic song replaces the cry of homesickness. Climbing high and looking far away, you should have returned to your hometown. 8. Whose jade flute is flying quietly, and the spring breeze fills Luo City.
In this nocturne, I heard the broken willows, who could not forget the sentiments of my motherland. ——Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty, "Listening to the Flute on a Spring Night in Luo City" Whose house does the melodious sound of the flute come from? As the spring breeze blows, it spreads throughout Luoyang.
Just tonight, who wouldn’t feel homesick after hearing the sad “Breaking Willows”? 9. Where is my hometown? You can forget it unless you are drunk. ——Li Qingzhao of the Song Dynasty, "Bodhisattva Man" Where is the hometown I miss day and night? Only in drunken dreams can we forget the pain of homesickness.
10. I am only seven days old and have been away from home for two years. After returning to the wild geese, my thoughts are in front of the flowers.
Sui Dynasty Xue Daoheng's "People Think of Returning Every Day" It has been seven days since spring, and it has been two years since I left home. The day to go home will fall behind the flocks of geese flying north in spring, but the idea of ????going home comes before the spring flowers bloom.