1. Home-made poems about homesickness
Home-made poems about homesickness 1. Modern homesickness original poems
Nostalgia in poems 1. You come from your hometown.
You should know about your hometown. Will the winter plum blossoms bloom in front of the beautiful window tomorrow? (Wang Wei's "Miscellaneous Poems") 2. When the young man left home and his elder brother came back, his local pronunciation remained unchanged and his hair on his temples faded.
Children don’t recognize each other, and they laugh and ask where the guest comes from. "He Zhizhang's "Returning to Hometown Occasionally") 3. The sound of the book outside the mountains is broken, and the winter returns to the beginning of 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") 4. 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.
Hai Ri is born and the night is over, and Jiang Chun is entering the old year. Where can I find the hometown book? It's near Yanluoyang.
(Wang Wan's "Ci Beigu Mountain") 5. 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.
(Xue Daoheng's "People Think About Home") 6. 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" 7. The sound of someone's jade flute is flying in the dark, and the spring breeze is scattered all over Luo City. In this nocturne, the broken willows are heard, who can't afford the sentiments of the motherland.
( Li Bai's "Hearing the Flute in Luocheng on a Spring Night") 8. It's been ten years since I left Bingzhou, and I remember Xianyang day and night. I have to cross the Sangqian River for no reason, but I hope that Bingzhou is my hometown.
Shuofang") 9. The sound of garrison drums interrupts the movement of people. The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.
My brothers are all scattered, and I have no home to ask about my life and death. The army has not stopped.
Bai Juyi's three homesick poems look at the window willows in the Jing'an house at the post station, and the spring light in the two places ends at the same day, and the residents miss their homes. < /p>
I feel homesick during the winter solstice in Handan. I sit in front of the lamp with my arms wrapped around my knees during the winter solstice. Farewell, the west wind is blowing in the autumn. When I see it, my heart breaks.
I look up at the bright moon and think about my hometown. /p>
The moon is bright in my hometown, and people are my hometown relatives. When you come from your hometown, you should know about your hometown.
I am on the high mountain, looking forward to my hometown, which I can never see. Forget.
Jingkou and Guazhou are separated by a few mountains. The spring breeze comes to the south bank of the Yangtze River again. When will the bright moon return to my hometown? My local accent has not changed. < /p>
The sound of writing outside the mountains is gone, and spring is coming again after winter. I am even more timid when I am close to my hometown, and I dare not ask the stranger.
Where can I find the hometown letter? The spring is only seven years old. It has been two years since I left home.
After returning to Luoyan, my thoughts are in front of the flowers. Water, but Wang Bingzhou is my hometown.
2. Create a modern poem about homesickness
Borrow a ray of clear moonlight
Brighten my incomplete desire
More Thinking
In the dead of night
Use burning thoughts
to dry out the moist sadness in my heart
I don’t know when Only then can I walk on the road back
Squatting on the slope or on the edge of the field
Digging out the innocent time of my childhood
In the nostalgia without grudges< /p>
The earnest and thoughtful words of the pregnant uncles and aunts in the local accent
made me forget my grace and dignity
I really want to lie obediently on the lap of my elders
< p> Hold their necksLet the generous palms
Caress my childhood intimacy
In front of their children
I also shout with love
Hometown
You always make me feel faintly itchy
Every time I think of you
My thoughts are flying all at once
Like a green dragonfly
Flying in the wind with ripples of homesickness
Tonight I am fascinated< /p>
Not to the hazy water towns of the south of the Yangtze River
Not to the bustling cities and towns
But to the claustrophobic and quiet mountain villages
Give birth to me The hometown that nourished me
When I woke up, it was just an empty dream
3. Original poems about modern homesickness
Nostalgia in poetry
1 .You come from your hometown. You should know about your hometown.
Will the winter plum blossoms bloom in front of the beautiful window tomorrow? (Wang Wei's "Miscellaneous Poems")
2. When the young boy left home and his elder brother returned home, his local pronunciation remained unchanged and his hair on his temples faded.
Children don’t recognize each other when they see each other, and they laugh and ask where the guest comes from. "He Zhizhang's "Returning to Hometown Occasionally")
3. The sound of the book outside the Ling Dynasty ends, and the winter returns to the beginning of spring.
I feel even more timid when I'm close to my hometown, and don't dare to ask anyone. "Crossing the Han River" in Song Dynasty)
4. 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.
Hai Ri is born and the night is over, and Jiang Chun is entering the old year.
Where can I find the hometown book? Return to Yanluoyang. (Wang Wan's "Under the Cibeigu Mountain")
5. 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 About Home")
6. 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. (Li Bai's "Quiet Night Thoughts"
7. Whose jade flute is flying in the dark, and the spring breeze is scattered all over Luo City.
Hearing the broken willows in this nocturne, who can't remember the sentiments of his hometown. ( Li Bai's "Hearing the Flute in Luocheng on a Spring Night")
8. It's already frosty when I leave Bingzhou, and I remember Xianyang day and night.
I cross the Sanggan River for no reason, but I hope that Bingzhou is my hometown. . (Liu Zao's "Lv Ci Shuofang")
9. The drums interrupt the people's movement, and there is a sound of wild geese in the autumn.
The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown. >
My brothers are all scattered, and I have no home to ask about my life and death.
The letter sent to me is not enough, but the army has not stopped.
Bai Juyi's three homesick poems. p> Looking at the post station
There are willows in the windows of Jing'an's house, and flowers blooming on the ground in front of the post station.
The spring light in both places ends at the same time, and the residents miss their homes.
p>Homesickness at the winter solstice in Handan
During the winter solstice in Handan, the shadows in front of the lanterns hugging the knees
Thinking of sitting at home late at night, one should talk about how far away they are. Pedestrian.
Farewell to Nanpu
Farewell to Nanpu, the west wind is blowing in the autumn.
It’s so easy to leave and don’t look back.
Look up at the bright moon, lower your head and miss your hometown.
I am a stranger in a foreign land, and I miss my relatives even more during the festival.
The moon is the bright moon in my hometown, and the people are my relatives.
You come from your hometown, you should know about it.
I am on the high mountain, looking at my hometown. I can’t see it. I can never forget it.
Between Jingkou and Guazhou, Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains. The spring breeze comes to the south bank of the Yangtze River again. When will the bright moon shine on me again?
When the young man left home and his elder brother returned, his local accent remained unchanged and his hair on his temples faded.
The sound and book outside the mountains are broken, and spring comes again after winter. I feel even more timid when I'm close to my hometown and don't dare to ask anyone.
Where can I find the hometown book? Return to Yanluoyang.
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.
It has been ten years since the guest house was in Bingzhou, 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.
4. Self-composed ancient poems about nostalgia
1. "Written on a Big Night"
Gao Shi of the Tang Dynasty
I can't sleep alone in the cold light of the hotel , why did the guest's heart turn so sad?
I miss my hometown tonight, and my frosty temples will bring another year tomorrow.
2. "Tian Jing Sha·Autumn Thoughts"
Yuan·Ma Zhiyuan
Withered vines and old trees, dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, people's houses,
< p> The ancient road has a westerly wind and a thin horse.As the sun sets in the west, the heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
3. "Farewell to Nanpu"
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
Farewell to Nanpu is desolate, the west wind curls up in autumn.
When you see it, your heart breaks, so don’t look back.
4. "A Cut of Plum Blossoms"
Li Qingzhao of the Song Dynasty
The fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the jade mat in autumn, gently undressing Luo Shang,
Alone Go to Lanzhou.
Who in the clouds sent a brocade book?
When the wild goose returns, the moon is full on the west tower.
The flowers float and the water flows,
One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow.
There is no way to eliminate this feeling.
It is just a frown, but it is in my heart.
5. "Untitled Part Four"
Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
The heavy curtains are deep in the Mochou Hall, and the night after lying down is slender.
My life as a goddess was just a dream, and my sister-in-law had no husband.
If you don’t believe that Lingzhi is weak in the storm, who will teach you the fragrance of osmanthus leaves in Moon Dew?
It’s useless to think about lovesickness, but it’s pure madness to feel melancholy.
6. "Bu Shuzi"
Li Zhiyi of the Song Dynasty
I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River;
I miss you every day I don’t see you, I’m drinking water from the Yangtze River.
When will this water stop? When has this hatred ended?
I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and I will live up to my love.
7. "Quequatrains"
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The green birds in the river are more than white, and the blue flowers in the mountains are about to burn.
This spring has come and gone, and when will it be the return year?
8. "Autumn Thoughts"
Zhang Ji of the Tang Dynasty
The autumn wind is seen in Luoyang city, and the writer is full of ideas.
I am afraid that I can’t explain it in a hurry, and the travelers have to open it again before leaving.
9. "Listening to the Twilight Horn in Runzhou"
Li She of the Tang Dynasty
The sound of the horn blowing in the river city is vast and the water is vast, and the music makes people complain and think long.
The wild geese on the sand in the dusk sky are startled, and the Haimen slants two or three lines away.
10. "Autumn River"
Dao Qian of the Song Dynasty
Wine flags fall in the red maple forest, and the sun sets over the white sandbank in Nagisa.
Beyond the vast expanse of the sound of soft oars, where are the villagers returning home at night?
11. "Rain Lin Bell"
Liu Yong, Song Dynasty
The chilling cicadas are sad, it is late in the pavilion, and the shower has begun to stop.
There is no trace of drinking in the Dumen tent. Where there is nostalgia, the orchid boat destroys the hair.
Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, I was speechless and choked.
Thousands of miles away, the mist is thick and the sky is vast.
Passionate sentiments have hurt parting since ancient times, and they are even more unworthy of leaving the Qingqing Festival in the cold.
Where will I wake up tonight, on the bank of willows and the waning moon in the morning breeze.
The passage of time should be a time of good times and good times.
Even if there are thousands of styles, who can tell them.
5. Poems about homesickness
"Fathers and Folks"
I was born in a small mountain village
There are my Fellow countrymen
My beard is full of stories
My local accent is buried in my silly smile
My baby name is being called every time
My baby name is being called every time
How much intimacy
How much love
How much happiness
Ah, my fellow countrymen
Ah, my fellow countrymen
My hard-working and kind fellow countrymen
Even if a tree is a thousand feet high, it will never forget its roots
music
I have lived in many small mountain villages
My parents and fellow villagers are everywhere
Xiaomi raised me up
Taught me how to be a good person in the wind and rain
Send me on my way when I say goodbye
Send me off on my way before parting
How many warnings
How much expectations
How much affection
Ah, fellow countrymen
Ah fellow countrymen
My hard-working and kind-hearted fellow countrymen
Even if a tree is a thousand feet high, it cannot forget its roots
I share the same sentiment** *Bitter fellow villagers
"Wine on September 9th"
It's the Double Ninth Festival in September and it's hard to gather together again
People who are homesick are drifting outside< /p>
It’s September 9 again, and I’m even more sad
The plan to go home is always in my heart
Walk, walk, walk, walk until September 9< /p>
There is no liquor and no greetings in a foreign land
Only freedom at home can bring September 9th
Relatives and friends raise their glasses and fill them with wine
Drink all this nostalgia and get drunk at home
Only freedom at home can bring September 9th
"Good People, Good Dreams"
Your smile in the spring light The warmth touches me
Say goodbye to yesterday’s hurt and pain. My heart is yours. You know best
Even though the night is dim, you still know where to go.
Me and You have walked through the rain and wind and slowly brought your heart closer
Just let me silently and sincerely do everything for you in silence
It goes without saying that we are destined to stay together forever, let me feel and Different
Even if there are all kinds of styles in the world, I still have a soft spot for you
My dear, I always wish you good dreams. Good people have good dreams.
Good people have good dreams. Sweet dreams
The clouds of my hometown
The clouds of my hometown drift across the sky
It keeps calling me
When the breeze around me Blow gently
There is a voice calling to me
Come back, come back
Wandering wanderer
Don't be here Wandering around
With heavy footsteps
The road home is so long
When the breeze around me blows gently
Return Come back, come back
Wandering wanderer
Come back, come back
I am tired of wandering
I am full of exhaustion
There are bitter tears in my eyes
The wind in my hometown and the clouds in my hometown
Wipe away the scars for me
I was once so passionate Ten thousand feet
Returning with an empty bag
The wind from my hometown and the clouds from my hometown
Heal my wounds
Music. .
Blow in the fragrance of the soil of your hometown
Come back, come back
Wandering wanderers
Come back, come back
p>
Come back, come back
Don’t wander around
I am already full of fatigue
There are tears of sadness in my eyes
The wind in my hometown and the clouds in my hometown
Erase the scars for me
I was once so proud
The wind in my hometown and the clouds in my hometown< /p>
Heal my wounds
Return with an empty suitcase
The wind from my hometown, the clouds from my hometown
Heal my wounds