Home is the cold plum in Wang Wei's Miscellaneous Poems, "Before going to bed tomorrow, opening its first cold blossom?";

Home is the bright moon of "lifting myself to look, I found that it was moonlight, sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home" in Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night.

Home is the sultry nocturne of "Whose Yu Di flies in the dark and the spring breeze fills Los Angeles" in Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Luoyang on a Spring Night".

Home is the midnight song of "Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell strikes the passenger ship" in Zhang Ji's a night-mooring near maple bridge.

Home is Ma Zhiyuan's "Qiu Si", in which "the sun sets and heartbroken people are at the end of the world".

Home is like an arrow returning to the heart in Wang Anshi's "Boating in Guazhou", "Spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan, when will the bright moon shine on me?"

Home is the homesickness of "but I look toward home, and twilight grows dark, with a mist of grief on the river waves" in Cui Hao's Yellow Crane Tower;

Home is Li Shangyin's "note on a rainy night to a friend in the north", "When you cut the candle at the west window, but talk about evening rain". 2. Poems that describe home

Sentences that describe home, famous sayings about home, poems about home, beautiful poems about home.

1. The spring scenery in the two places ends on the same day, so people are homesick. -Bai Juyi's "Looking at the Post Station"

5. The stone path in Hanshan Mountain is oblique, and there are people in the depths of white clouds. -du mu's "hiking"

7. when a young man leaves home, the old man returns, and the local accent has not changed. -He Zhizhang's "Hometown Book"

8. Once you leave this place, the four seas will become home. -Li Shimin's

Two Poems on Going to My Old House. 12. you who have come from my old country. Tell me what has happened there!. -Wang Wei's Miscellaneous Poems

14. When the wind changes, the snow changes, and the dream of breaking the hometown fails, so there is no such sound in the hometown. -Nalan Xingde's Sauvignon Blanc

16. In the old days, Wang Xie Tang Qian Yan flew into the homes of ordinary people. -Liu Yuxi's "Wuyi Lane"

17. My pillar is declining, and I am worried about learning to pray. -Li Ang's

18, you who have come from my old country. Tell me what has happened there!. -Wang Wei's "Miscellaneous Poems"

19. The spring scenery in the two places is the same day, and people are homesick. -Bai Juyi's "Looking at the Post Station"

2. When a young man leaves home, the old man returns, and the local accent has not changed. -He Zhizhang's "Homecoming Book"

21. The two spring scenery ended on the same day, and people were homesick. -Bai Juyi's "Looking at the Post Station"

22. Once you leave this place, the four seas will become home. -Li Shimin's

23. In the old days, Wang Xie Tang's former Yan flew into the homes of ordinary people. -Liu Yuxi's Wuyixiang 3. An ancient poem describing the happiness of the family

1. Jiangcun

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

embraced the village in Qingjiang, and everything was quiet in Changxiajiang Village.

Go to the church and visit the swallow, and make a blind date with the gull in the water. (The first work in class: Liang Shang)

The old wife draws paper as a chess game, and the young child knocks the needle as a hook.

but with an old friend offering rice, what else can I ask for?

Translation

The clear river meanders around the village, and everything in the village looks elegant in the long summer.

Swallows on the beam fly freely, and Bai Ou in the water is close to each other.

The old wife is drawing a chessboard with paper, and the younger son is tapping the needle to make a fish hook.

as long as an old friend gives me some money and rice, what else can I expect?

2. Qingpingle Village Residence

Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji

The eaves of the grass are low and the streams are green.

when you're drunk, Wu's voice is charming, but who's got white hair?

Big Er hoes the east of Douxi, while Middle Er is weaving a chicken coop.

I like the death of children most, and I lie on the stream and peel the lotus.

translation

The eaves of the thatched cottage are low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass.

The drunken Wu dialect sounds gentle and beautiful. Whose is the old man with white hair?

The eldest son is weeding in the bean field east of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting a chicken coop.

The favorite is my youngest son, who is lying on the grass at the head of the stream, peeling off the lotus just picked.

3. Wandering songs

Tang Dynasty: Meng Jiao

the thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother, makes clothes for the body of her wayward boy.

carefully she sews and thoroughly she mends, dreading the delays that will keep him late from home.

but how much love has the inch-long grass, won the third spring festival.

Translation

A loving mother uses a needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.

Before he left, he sewed a needle tightly, fearing that his clothes would be damaged if his son came back late.

who dares to say that a child's weak filial piety like grass can repay the kindness of a loving mother like Chunhui Puze?

4. looking at the moon and thinking of one far away/Full Moon and Nostalgia

Tang Dynasty: Zhang Jiuling

the moon, grown full now over the sea, Tianya * * * At this time.

brings to separated hearts, the long thoughtfulness of night.

it is no darker though I blow out my candle, it is no warmer though I put on my coat.

so I leave my message with the moon, and turn to my bed, hoping for dreams.

translation

A bright moon rises in the boundless sea, and at this time, you and I are facing each other at the end of the world.

All sentient people resent the long moonlit night and miss their loved ones by staying up all night.

put out the candle and cherish the moonlight in the room. I wander around in my clothes and feel the cold at night.

I can't hold the beautiful moonlight for you, but I hope I can meet you in my sleep.

5. Arriving home at the end of the year/at the end of the year

Qing Dynasty: Jiang Shiquan

loved his son endlessly, and was happy to be home.

A cold coat has a dense needle and thread, but a letter from home has a new ink mark.

I feel pity and thin when I meet you, and I ask you questions.

I feel ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.

Translation

There is no end to loving your son, and the happiest thing is that the wanderer returns in time.

The stitches for sewing cold clothes are so dense that the handwriting and ink stains in the home book are as good as new.

My mother was distressed to see her son lose weight, calling me to inquire about the hardships of the journey.

mother, my son has been ashamed of you, and he won't have the heart to tell the story of his wanderings. 4. Poems praising the family

1. you who have come from my old country. Tell me what has happened there!.

was the plum, when you passed my silken window, is Han Mei blooming? (Wang Wei's Miscellaneous Poems)

2. When the young leave home, the old man returns, and the local accent has not changed.

Where do children come from when they meet strangers?

3. He Zhizhang's Hometown Couplet Book, winter after winter, spring after spring.

now, nearing my village, meeting people, I dare not ask a single question.

4. under blue mountains we wound our way, my boat and I, along green water.

until the banks at low tide widened, with no wind stirring my lone sail.

...Night now yields to a sea of sun, and the old year melts in freshets.

at last I can send my messengers, wildgeese, homing to Loyang. (Wang Wan's a mooring under north fort hill)

5. People are only seven days old in spring and have been away from home for two years.

when people fall into the wild goose, they think before the flowers. (Xue Daoheng's Homecoming)

6. so bright a gleam on the foot of my bed, could there have been a frost already?.

lifting myself to look, I found that it was moonlight, sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home. (Li Bai's Thoughts on a Silent Night

7. The sound of Yu Di's dark flying has scattered people and filled Los Angeles with spring breeze.

I heard the willow breaking in this nocturne, and no one can miss the national conditions. (Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night") The ancient poem "Joining the army on the 15th"

Joining the army on the 15th, and returning at eighty.

Every villager asks, "Who is there at home?" 5. What are the poems describing "family"

1. The children in the village are in charge of their own affairs. Although children do not plough the fields and weave cloth, they also learn a kind of melon under the mulberry shade. -"Tian Jia" Song Fan Chengda

Translation: Go to the fields to work hard during the day and weave linen when you come back at night. The young people in the village have to shoulder the burden of their families; Innocent children haven't learned how to help with farming and weaving, but they will also learn to grow melons under mulberry trees.

2. I live in a dark room, and the dust is irrelevant. Pour the residual jade through the bamboo, roll up "Huang Ting" and lie down to see the mountain. -"partridge sky, living in a room where the smoke falls" Song Dynasty: Lu You

Translation: My family lives in a country with misty clouds and sunset, and has nothing to do with things in the world. After drinking the jade, I walked through the bamboo forest; After watching Huang Ting, I lay down to enjoy the beautiful scenery in the mountains.

3. I stayed in Panasonic for five days, and I was lonely and unhappy. The farmer's work is more busy, the girl next door in the whole night, not afraid of the cold autumn night. The owner of the house, the old woman, brought me wild rice, full of white rice like moonlight. This can not help but I am ashamed to think of the help of the piaomu, repeated politely decline and dare not eat. -"Lodging at the Home of Xun Shu under Wusong Mountain" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

Translation: I stayed at the farmhouse under Wusong Mountain and felt very depressed and lonely. Qiu Lai, a farmer, is more busy with her work. The woman next door is pounding rice all night, not afraid of the cold autumn night.

the owner Xun Wei brought me rice, which was full of vegetarian dishes as bright as moonlight. This can't help but make me feel ashamed to think of the floating mother who helped Han Xin, and politely decline repeatedly dared not eat.

4. Bow the curtain and go to the mother river beam, worrying for nothing and watching your eyes dry up. It's a miserable snowy night in Chai Men. It's better to have children than nothing at this time. -Huang Jingren's "Farewell to My Mother" in Qing Dynasty

Translation: I am about to go to Heliang, and I am reluctant to say goodbye to my mother. My face is sad and sad, and I want to cry without tears. On this snowy night, I can't be filial to my mother, but I have to hide Chai Men's miserable departure. I can't help but sigh: What's the use of adopting a son? I might as well not.

5. The eaves are low and the streams are green. The Wu place that is drunk is drunk, sounds gentle and beautiful, whose home is the old man with white hair? The eldest son is weeding the bean field in the east of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting the coop. The most favorite is the youngest son, he is lying in the grass in the grass, stripping the freshly picked lotus. -Song Xin Qiji, Qingpingle Village Residence.

The eaves of the thatched cottage are low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass. Wu dialect, which contains drunkenness, sounds gentle and beautiful. Whose is the old man with white hair?

The eldest son hoes the east of Douxi, and the second son is busy knitting a chicken coop. The favorite is the rogue's little son, who is lying on the grass in the stream head, peeling off the newly picked lotus. 6. What are the poems describing "the warmth of home"

"Jiangcun" Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty

Qingjiang River is a song that embraces the village, and everything is quiet in Changjiang Village in the long summer.

I came to Liang Shangyan by myself, making blind date with gulls in the water.

The old wife draws paper as a chess game, and the young child knocks the needle as a hook.

but with an old friend offering rice, what else can I ask for?

The clear river meanders around the village. In the long summer, everything in the village looks elegant. Swallows on the beam fly freely, and Bai Ou in the water is close to each other, accompanying each other. The old wife is drawing a chessboard with paper, and the younger son is tapping the needle to make a fish hook. As long as an old friend gives me some money and rice, what else can I expect?

Appreciation: A seven-character poem written by Du Fu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. This poem was written in Chengdu in the summer of the first year of Shangyuan in Tang Suzong, and the thatched cottage where the author lived has just been built. The author wrote this poem to express his feelings, showing a carefree mood. The first couplet describes the environment, and the word "hug" is used subtly, vividly depicting the modality that streams closely surround Jiangcun. Zhuan Lian writes about the seclusion of scenery: Swallows come and go, gulls are close to each other, and the tranquility of Jiangcun scenery is vividly on paper. Neck couplets write about the seclusion of personnel: the old wife draws a chessboard, and the young son bends a needle as a fishing hook, each having his own fun, which leads to the state of mind that there is nothing else to ask for in the tail couplets. The whole poem is rigorous in structure, fluent in language and quite interesting in life.

a suggestion to my friend liu Bai Juyi in Tang dynasty

there's a gleam of green in an old bottle, there's a stir of red in the quiet stove.

there's a feeling of snow in the dusk outside, what about a cup of wine inside??

1. The two places have the same spring scenery, so people are homesick. -Bai Juyi's "Looking at the Post Station"

2. When the wind changes, the snow changes, and the dream of breaking the hometown fails, so there is no such sound in the garden. -Nalan Xingde's "Sauvignon Blanc"

3. In the old days, Wang Xie Tang Qian Yan flew into the homes of ordinary people. -Liu Yuxi's Wuyi Lane

4. My pillar is declining, and I am worried about learning to pray in the hills. -Li Ang's

5. It's a long way to the east of my hometown, but I don't want to cry. Meet you at once, without pen and paper, please tell my family that I am safe. -Cen Can's "on meeting a messenger to the capital"

6. Crossing the mulberry dry water for no reason, but looking at Bingzhou as my hometown. -Liu Zao's Journey to the North

7. Where is the autumn wind? Xiao Xiao sent the geese. When the morning comes into the court tree, the lone guest smells it first. -Liu Yuxi's "Autumn Wind"

8. Don't laugh at the farmer's wine and wine, and keep enough chickens and dolphins in good years. -Lu you's

9. The Tian family has no four neighbors and sits alone in a garden. -Lu Zhaolin's "Two Topics on Spring Festival Evening Villa"

1. The child asked by the hand, why is it too late to return? * * * Who fights for time and wins sideburns? -Du Mu's "Going Home" 7. Poems about praising family and affection

1. the thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother, makes clothes for the body of her wayward boy

carefully she sews and thoroughly she mends, dreading the delays that will keep him late from home.

but how much love has the inch-long grass, won the third spring festival. (Meng Jiao: "The Wandering Sons")

2. Boil beans and burn beans, and the beans cry in the kettle.

since they are born from the same root, there is no hurry to fry each other. (Cao Zhi: "Seven Steps Poetry")

3. When my parents heard that my daughter was coming, I went out to help the generals;

When Sister A heard that Sister Mei was coming, she should take care of her red makeup.

when I heard my sister coming, I sharpened my knife to pigs and sheep. (Mulan Ci)

4. though a country be sundered, hills and rivers endure, and spring comes green again to trees and grasses.

where petals have been shed like tears, and lonely birds have sung their grief.

after the war-fires of three months, one message from home is worth a ton of gold.

I stroke my white hair. It has grown too thin, to hold the hairpins any more. (Du Fu: Spring Hope)

5. a wanderer hears drums portending battle, a wild goose is singing in autumn.

he knows that the dews tonight will be frost, how much brighter the moonlight is at home!.

o my brothers, lost and scattered, what is life to me without you?.

yet if missives in time of peace go wrong, what can I hope for during war?. (Du Fu: "remembering my brothers on a moonlight night")

6. Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang City, I want the writer to write a book.

I can't talk about the fear in a hurry, and pedestrians are coming and opening. (Zhang Ji: "Qiu Si")

7. Being a stranger alone in a foreign land, I miss my family more often during festivals.

I know from a distance where my brother climbed, and there is one less person in the dogwood. (Wang Wei: "on the mountain holiday thinking of my brothers in shandong")

8. Every winter solstice in Handan Post, I am accompanied by a knee-hugging lamp.

if you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about people who travel far away. (Bai Juyi: "I miss my home at night on the winter solstice in Handan")

9. The child leads the clothes and asks: Why is it too late to return?

*** Who won the sideburns for years? (Du Mu: "Going Home")

1. I hope people will live for a long time, and thousands of miles will be beautiful. (Su Shi's "Water Melody" 8. Poems praising the family

1. you who have come from my old country.

tell me what has happened there!. Was the plum, when you passed my silken window, is the cold plum blooming? (Wang Wei's Miscellaneous Poems) 2. When a young man leaves home, the old man returns, and the local accent has not changed.

Where do children come from when they meet strangers? "He Zhizhang's" Hometown Couplet Book ") 3. The book is broken outside the ridge, winter after winter, spring after spring. The more I approached my hometown, the more timid I was, and I dared not inquire about the people who came from the house.

Song Zhiwen's Crossing the Han River) 4. under blue mountains we wound our way, my boat and I, along green water. Until the banks at low tide widened, with no wind stirring my lone sail.

...Night now yields to a sea of sun, and the old year melts in freshets. At last I can send my messengers, wildgeese, homing to Loyang.

(Wang Wan's a mooring under north fort hill) 5. People are only seven days old in spring and have been away from home for two years. The days of returning home are behind the birds returning to the earth, but the idea of going home is there before the spring flowers are open.

(Xue Daoheng's Homecoming) 6. so bright a gleam on the foot of my bed, could there have been a frost already?