1. Jiangcun

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

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

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 Mao are low and small, and the grass is green on the stream.

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. 2. What are the poems that express "the family is very beautiful"

1. "I miss home at night on the winter solstice in Handan" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

Original text:

Every winter solstice in Handan, 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.

When I lived in Handan Inn, it happened to be the winter solstice festival. At night, I sit in front of the lamp with my knees in my arms, and only the shadow is with me. I believe that my relatives at home will get together until late at night today, and they should also talk about me as a traveler.

2. "Partridge Sky Living in the Pale Smoke and Falling Photos Room" Song Dynasty: Lu You

Original:

Living in the Pale Smoke and Falling Photos Room, nothing is related.

pour the residual jade and walk through the bamboo, roll up Huang Ting and lie down and watch the mountains.

My family lives in a country with misty clouds and sunset, which 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. Long March tell me, where do you live? Tang Dynasty: Cui Hao

Original:

tell me, where do you live?, near here, by the fishing-pool?.

let's hold our boats together, let's see, if we belong in the same town..

Translation: Excuse me, big brother, where is your home? My family lives in Hengtang, Jiankang. Let's stop the boat for the time being. I'm afraid we are from the same town by the accent.

4. Lodging at the Home of Xun Qiu in Wusong Mountain. Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

Original text:

I stayed at Wusong Mountain, and I was lonely and unhappy.

Tian's family is suffering in autumn, and her neighbors are cold at night.

Kneel into the carved rice, and the moon will be bright and plain.

it's a shame to drift, but you can't eat after three thanks.

I live in a farmhouse under Wusong Mountain, and I feel 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, 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.

5, "Manjianghong homesick" Qing Dynasty: Zheng Xie

Original:

When I dream of Yangzhou, I think of Yangzhou and dream of me.

The first is the green willows on the Sui Dyke, which can't bear the smoke lock.

when the tide hits the moon at night, the rain is ten miles away and the red bridge fires.

redder, fresher, less round, cherry.

when to hide in jiangcun; When the sun rises, Jiang Lou lies down.

there is a poet XXX, and everyone drinks wine.

The flower diameter is not without new embellishment, and Sha Ou has some leisure lessons.

if you offer your bald head as a stoop, you will not be left.

I miss my hometown Yangzhou, and I feel that Yangzhou is calling me. The first thing to fall asleep is the willow on the Sui Dyke, which is too delicate to stand the fog lock in Lemon. At the foot of Guabu Mountain, the river tide beats the shore in the middle of the night; It seems to be flapping the moon reflected in the river. The drizzle spread all over the miles of Yangzhou Road, and the lights were dazzling, setting off the red bridge that crossed the stream like a rainbow. What's more, the cherry that has yet to be matured is glittering and ruddy, which makes people dream.

when can I return to my hometown of Yangzhou, so that I can retire to Jiangcun and lie in Jianglou frequently? Chat with friends of poetry and drink with friends of wine. Decorate your garden with fresh flowers and plants from time to time. Live as freely as Sha Ou. The white-headed old man also bent down for five buckets of rice? Isn't it against your own interests? 3. An ancient poem describing family harmony

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". 4. Famous sayings or ancient poems describing family harmony

The hills and mountains spring to Nagato, the grass is green, and the red plums are broken, but they don't bloom evenly.

A blue cloud cage grinds jade into dust, leaving a dream behind, shocking a spring. Layer by layer set off with many doors, sparse curtain through the light shadow, what a good evening.

I was defeated by Dongjun three times in two years, and I came back to celebrate this spring. A cut of plum, red lotus root, fragrant residual jade and autumn.

untie Luo Shang lightly and go to Lanzhou alone. Who sent the brocade book in the cloud? When the word geese returns, the moon is full of the West Building.

flowers drift and water flows. One kind of acacia, two places of leisure.

There's nothing I can do to get rid of this feeling, so I frown, but I feel it. Linjiang Xianmei Courtyard is a little deep, and the cloud window and fog pavilion are late in spring, for whom it is haggard and damaging.

it's good to dream at night, and it should be the southern branch. Jade thin sandalwood light infinite hate, south building Qiang tube Hugh blowing.

who knows when the strong fragrance blows out, the warm wind is late, so don't get the apricot blossom fat. Butterfly lovers are warm, sunny and windy, and their eyes are full of plum blossoms, which makes them feel excited in spring.

who cares about wine and poetry? * *, tears melt the residual powder and flowers are heavy. At first glance, I tried to sew the shirt with gold thread, and the pillow was inclined, which damaged the hairpin and phoenix.

There is no good dream if you are alone with deep sorrow, but snuff is still busy at night. The fragrant flowers are singing among the grass on Tanabata, and the phoenix tree is shocked, which is full of sorrow on earth and in the sky.

cloud terrace and moon land are locked up for thousands of times. If you come and go, don't meet.

I haven't seen you for years. I want to leave my love, so don't hate being poor. Petunia Weaver, it is nothing but separation.

sometimes it's sunny, sometimes it's raining, sometimes it's windy. The pond is full of fragrant grass, the courtyard is green and shady, and the window screen is cold in the evening.

□□□ Golden lock, it's a visitor. Loneliness respects the front seat, but only □□, the ends of the earth.

can I keep it? It is still necessary to have a □□ At that time, Zeng Sheng was rewarded, with fragrant sleeves and lively tea.

□□□ Long Jiao Ma, running without pomp. Not afraid of the wind and rain, I just weighed and boiled the leftover flowers, but now I can't embrace them, just like in the old days.

(□: the original word is missing) Celebrating the Qing Dynasty, slowly forbidding and keeping a low profile, and skillfully protecting the carved fence will monopolize the last spring. The guest is indifferent to China, and everyone is naive.

after spending a lot of time with flowers, I'm exposed to the wind and put on new makeup. Enchanting and gorgeous, jealous of the wind and laughing at the moon, long [bad belt] Dongjun.

On the east side of the city, on the south side of the desert, the pond drying hall is on a sunny day, and the incense wheel is raced. Who can succeed Fang Chen when the feast is over? Better bright palace, a few branches are evenly distributed recently, and the golden statue is down, and all the candles are put together, regardless of dusk.

Li shangyin —— Two Untitled Poems, a faint phoenix-tail gauze, fragrant and doubled, lines your green canopy, closed for the night. The encounter, too late to use a fan to cover up; But you drove by, speechless.

it is quiet and quiet where your gold lamp dies, how far can a pomegranate-blossom whisper?. I will tether my horse to a river willow, where to stay in the southwest.

Go to Mochou Hall, where rapture lasts the whole night long. Fairy life is a dream, if they take no lovers into their rooms?.

storms are ravishing the nut-horns, moon-dew sweetening cinnamon-leaves. Although fully aware of love sickness, no good health; I am infatuated with the end, fall a lifetime Qing.

Li shangyin-untitled the stars of last night and the wind of last night, are west of the Painted Chamber and east of Cinnamon Hall. There is no Cai feng wings on the body, can not be fly wing to wing qi Fei; Heart is like consonance, emotion is interlinked.

across the spring-wine, while it warms me, I prompt you how to bet, where, group by group, we are throwing dice in the light of a crimson lamp. Alas, hear five more drums should go to morning roll call; Ride the horse to LANTAI, like the wind in the wind.

Li shangyin-untitled time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted, and the east wind has arisen and a hundred flowers are gone. And the silk-worms of spring will weave until they die, and every night the candles will weep their wicks away.

mornings in her mirror she sees her hair-cloud changing, yet she dares the chill of moonlight with her evening song. There are no many ways to get to Pengshan, oh blue-birds, be listening!-Bring me what she says!.

Li Shangyin's Untitled is an empty talk. than the moonlight on your tower at the fifth-watch bell, I cry for you forever gone, I cannot waken yet and Cui Chengmo are not rich in books. The Bedding of the residual jade is hazy and hazy; Musk smoked through the gauze of the gauze, soft and soft.

but far beyond my reach is the Enchanted Mountain, and you are on the other side, ten thousand peaks away. Two Untitled Songs (Part I) the stars of last night and the wind of last night, are west of the Painted Chamber and east of Cinnamon Hall.

though I have for my body no wings like those of the bright-coloured phoenix, yet I feel the harmonious heart-beat of the Sacred Unicorn. Guessing the hook and playing with each other, the wine warms the warm heart; The group came to drinker's betting, a victory or defeat by candlelight red.

till the rolling of a drum, alas, calls me to my duties, and I mount my horse and ride away, like a water-plant cut adrift. Four Untitled Poems by Li Shangyin, you said you would come, but you did not, and you left me with no other trace, than the moonlight on your tower at the fifth-watch bell.

I cry for you forever gone, I cannot waken yet, I try to read your hurried note, I find the ink too pale. The Bedding of the residual jade is hazy and hazy; Musk smoked through the gauze of the gauze, soft and soft.

but far beyond my reach is the Enchanted Mountain, and you are on the other side, ten thousand peaks away. The wind in the east wind, the rain in the wind blowing in the wind, the lotus pond outside the other side, heard the sound of light thunder.

The golden toad is locked and burned incense, the jade tiger tells, on its cord, of water being drawn. The king of the prince of Wei dreamed that he was a young and beautiful girl, and that the prince of Wei had a dream of keeping a pillow and composing a poem.

in love, there is no competition between flowers, and of even this bright flame of love, shall there be only ashes?. It's late in the spring, and the night is dry for the time being.

the sound of the building will make you afraid to climb, and the curtain will be too difficult to dry. I'm so ashamed to be in the swallow, and I'm so ashamed to be in the mirror.

Go back to Hengtangxiao, and Huaxing will send a treasure saddle. Where the mourning Zheng follows the urgent management, the cherry blossom lane hangs on the Yang bank.

if the old woman in the owner marries or doesn't sell, it will be March and a half in the daytime. Princess Liyang is fourteen years old and looks at the same wall after the Qingming Festival.

When the exhibition turned to the fifth watch, Yanzi in the beam heard a deep sigh. Untitled stealing a mirror at the age of eight, long eyebrows can already be painted.

at the age of ten, I went for an outing, and I worked as a skirt with Xiaorong. Twelve years old began to learn to play the zither, the silver nail on the finger has not been removed.

Fourteen Tibetans have six relatives, and I know that I am still unmarried. At the age of fifteen, she was on the swing, crying in the spring breeze, afraid of the disappearance of spring.

The untitled movie is pitiful, and the lotus leaf in the jade pond is just a field. Don't look back at Shaw History, don't see Hongya patting her shoulder again.

Zifeng puts on Chu Pei, and Red Scale dances wildly to pluck the Hunan strings. E jun looked at the boat in the middle of the night, and the embroidery was burned and slept alone.

untitled Chinese Valentine's Day came some time ago, and the curtain foil of the bridal chamber is still hanging. The jade wheel looks after the rabbit's newborn spirit, but the iron net coral has no branches.

Check with God to teach in the scenery, and write about lovesickness on phoenix paper. Wu Huang's biography is clearly there, but I don't know it.

Untitled, it is said that the sepals of Yanmen are green and flowery, and they reached the end of the world on the other side in the past year. But after attending the feast like Xiaoshi, did not expect to be able to peep at the palace flowers.

untitled smoke arouses fog, and every time I say goodbye, a thousand things fall. Take a break to report pedestrians, and leave half to send them and half to welcome them back.

at the age of eight, I stole a mirror, and I can draw with long eyebrows. At the age of ten, I went for an outing, and I smiled and made a skirt.

twelve learned to play the Zheng, but the silver armor never came off. At the age of fourteen, avoid seeing a man, even the most intimate, when she might be wondering when to get married.

the fifteenth weeping spring breeze, under the swing on the back. Untitled to the sound of the film has been pitiful, and the lotus leaf in the jade pond is just a field.

If you don't look back at Shaw History, don't see Hongya patting your shoulder again. Purple phoenix puts a charming title to Chu Pei, and red scales dance wildly to pluck the strings of Hunan.

E Jun looked at the boat in the middle of the night, and embroidery was burned and slept alone. Untitled Chinese Valentine's Day came first, and the curtain foil of the bridal chamber is still hanging.

the jade wheel looks after the rabbit's newborn spirit, but the iron net coral has no branches. Check with the gods to teach in the scenery, and collect the phoenix paper to write acacia.

Wu Huang's biography is clearly there, but it is always unknown to the Taoist world. 5. Are there any poems about a happy family?

1. Song Xin Qiji's "Qingpingle Village Residence"

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?

Big Er hoes the east of Douxi, while Middle Er is weaving a chicken coop. The most favorite is the youngest son, he is lying in the grass in the grass, stripping the freshly picked lotus.

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? Daerhao