1. Sentences about missing your loved ones even more during the festive season

1. Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss your loved ones even more during the festive season. From a distance, I know that my little sister is climbing to a high place, and there are fireworks all over the place.

2. With the sound of firecrackers coming and going, how many newlyweds visit the old graves, not calling out the lonely souls of their ancestors, but only seeking peace of mind in the world. During the festive season, we miss our loved ones even more, and how much love we feel when we leave our hometown!

On a clear day without flowers or wine, I look for old friends in wild villages and desolate paths. I burn a stick of incense and smell it, and I spend money together and divide it. Although there is no rain, it is still desolate. The breeze and smoke leave my mind lightly, I can't smell the drunken past, and I can't hear the chaos of this world.

Only the grass on the tomb is green. It is prosperous one day and withers away the next, just like a person's life in panic, one moment of scenery and another moment of duckweed. Several years later, I can’t see or hear clearly! The past is the past, but it is just that: the past is the past!

3. During the festive season, I miss my loved ones even more, and spend the full moon to send my love to my family; I wish my relatives and friends all the best, and enjoy a good mood every day. 2. Collect famous sentences and couplets that describe missing family members and longing for reunion during the Mid-Autumn Festival

The Mid-Autumn Festival is here, and the sweet-scented osmanthus is blooming again.

In the yard where my grandpa lived, there was an osmanthus forest that was older than me. My mother often took me to smell the fragrance of the osmanthus. She said that the most simple and elegant flower in the world is the sweet-scented osmanthus.

Its small petals emit a charming and long fragrance, which makes people feel relaxed and happy. And when the sweet-scented osmanthus blooms at its most charming, the fragrance is truly haunting.

Osmanthus has become my mother’s favorite flower, but I don’t think so. Recently, I read "Osmanthus Rain in Hometown" by female writer Qi Jun. The author's "obsession" with the fragrance of osmanthus made me curious about osmanthus.

With this curiosity, I found articles about osmanthus such as "The fragrance of osmanthus floats to the sky" and "Hangzhou: Osmanthus rain falls all over the body" to see why people love osmanthus so much. "Flowers with strong fragrance are either clear or strong, but not both."

However, osmanthus has the characteristics of both clear and strong fragrance. It has a clear fragrance and a strong fragrance, and its unique fragrance With a hint of sweet fragrance, it can always bring people to a wonderful world. " "The trees are full of golden and tiny flowers, dotted with delicate red leaves in the season.

There is also a rich fragrance. The pleasant fragrance hits the heart and refreshes the soul. It also has a hint of sweetness in the fragrance, which makes people never tire of hearing it. ”

… What a beautiful sentence, what a beautiful flower, the article describes the sweet-scented osmanthus. It is so magical and mythical. I was deeply moved as I read it, as if I had come to a dreamland filled with fairy music, melting into it and enjoying the beautiful atmosphere. Slowly, I developed a familiar feeling towards Osmanthus fragrans.

"Osmanthus is divided into golden osmanthus, sweet osmanthus, silver osmanthus, and red osmanthus..." I said to my mother in a seasoned manner, holding her hand, and walked into the master's downstairs restaurant under the Mid-Autumn Moon. That piece of sweet-scented osmanthus forest. From a distance, I smelled the fragrant aroma, and a refreshing wind blew by. Look, the whirling osmanthus trees were swaying in the wind.

Huh? What is that? Like golden butterflies, like silver ribbons, lingering and floating, falling down and floating to the ground. Although there are not as many osmanthus flowers as in Qijun’s hometown, I really feel like what Qijun said, becoming "golden sand" The Western Elysium on the floor." Pieces of yellow, small petals, with a strong fragrance, floated on my and my mother's hair, body, and shoes.

I stretched out my arms and exclaimed, "Osmanthus Rain! Mom, this is Osmanthus Rain! It turns out that everything in the book is true...how romantic, how wonderful, how dreamy!" I raised my head. , the sweet-scented osmanthus fell on my face, gently, thinly, with the fragrance of flowers, caressing my face and telling me. The sweet-scented osmanthus did not make my heart move, nor did it make my heart happy, but when I walked into it and listened to the words of the flowers all over the sky, its speechlessness had already surpassed the sound.

And the moment I got closer, it told me all its beauty, and at the same time, it also poured out all its emotions to me. Telling about its colorful dance... How can this not be exciting? I was bathed in a rain of sweet-scented osmanthus. It was all in my dreams that night.

The moon is full and the sweet-scented osmanthus is blooming. This year’s sweet-scented osmanthus is particularly fragrant and beautiful. 3. What are the poems about missing relatives during the Mid-Autumn Festival?

A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date. Raise a glass to invite the bright moon, and make three people in the shadows. The moon doesn't know how to drink, and its shadow follows me. For now, the moon will be shadowed, and we must have fun until spring. My singing moon lingers, my dancing shadows are scattered. They make love together when they are awake, but they separate when they are drunk. We will travel together forever, and we will meet each other in Miao Yunhan.

"Mid-Autumn Festival" (Tang Dynasty) Li Puhao's soul rose up in the sky, and the fairy music in the clouds was silent; the autumn colors were equally full, and accompanied the clouds for thousands of miles; the cunning rabbit fell from the sky, and the monster toads rested Live in front of you; Lingcha made an appointment to join hands, and wait until the Milky Way is completely clear.

Mid-Autumn Moon (Song Dynasty) Su Shi The dusk clouds are gone and overflowing with coldness, the silver man turns the jade plate silently, this night will not be good in this life, where can I see the bright moon next year.

"Taichang Yin" (Song Dynasty) Xin Qiji A round of autumn shadows turns to golden waves, and the flying mirror is polished again.

Ask Chang'e about the wine: What can I do if I am deceived by my gray hair? Take a good ride in the wind, the sky is thousands of miles long, and you can look straight down at the mountains and rivers. Cut off the Gui Posuo. Humanity is more clear.

Taiwanese folk song: "Thoughts on a Mid-Autumn Journey" A solitary figure watches the wild geese, and the daughter misses the mink; I remember the moon in the autumn of my hometown, and the night terror in a foreign country. The hand is not climbing the osmanthus, but it is like a rolled banana; I climb the tower to compose a sad poem, looking west to the distant sea and sky.

Bai Juyi: Looking at the Moon in the Pavilion on the Night of August 15th. In the past year, on the night of August 15th, I was at the apricot garden beside the Qujiang Pool. On the night of August 15th this year, in front of the Shatou Water Museum in Penpu. Where is the hometown to the northwest? How many times is the moon full to the southeast? Yesterday the wind blew and no one was there, but tonight the light is as clear as in previous years.

"Moonlight Night Homesickness" The stars are sparse and the moon is cold in the Milky Way, and thousands of people are singing silently; Where is the home thousands of miles away, and the guest who comes at night is full of sorrow. 4. Poems about missing relatives during the festive season

The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown. (Du Fu's "Remembering My Brother-in-law on a Moonlit Night")

When the young man left home and his elder brother returned home, his local pronunciation remained unchanged and his hair on his temples faded. (He Zhizhang's "Occasionally Returning Hometown Letter")

Where can I get the hometown letter? It's by the edge of Luoyang. (Wangwan's "Under the Cibeigu Mountain")

Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think of your hometown. (Li Bai's "Quiet Night Thoughts")

Hearing the broken willows in this nocturne, who can't forget the love of hometown. (Li Bai Hearing the Flute in Luo City on a Spring Night)

Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during the festive season. (Wang Wei's "Reminiscences of Shandong Brothers on September 9th")

A cup of turbid wine can travel thousands of miles, but Yan Ran has no plan to return home. (Fan Zhongyan's "The Proud Fisherman")

We will meet soon without pen and paper, and I will rely on you to convey peace. (Cen Shen's "Meeting Envoys Entering the Capital")

Starting in the morning to recruit priests, the travelers mourned their hometown. The sound of chickens is heard in Maodian, and the frost is everywhere in Banqiao. (Wen Tingyun's "Morning Journey to Shangshan")

The birds in Chaimen are noisy, and the returning guests have arrived thousands of miles away. (Du Fu's "Three Poems on Qiang Village")

The thread in the hands of the loving mother, the clothes on the wanderer's body. Before leaving, I was afraid of returning late. Whoever speaks of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light. (Meng Jiao's "Wandering Son's Song")

Boiling beans burns the bean sprouts, and the beans weep in the cauldron. They are born from the same root, so there is no need to rush into mutual conflict. (Cao Zhi's "Seven Steps Poetry")

When the mother-in-law heard that her daughter was coming, she went out to help the general; when the elder sister heard that the younger sister was coming, she took care of the red makeup; when the younger brother heard that the younger sister was coming, he sharpened his knife to attack the pigs and sheep. ("Mulan Ci"

The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city has deep vegetation in the spring. I feel the flowers splashing with tears, and hate the other birds. The war continues for three months, and letters from home are worth ten thousand gold. The white-headed scratches are shorter and muddy. (Du Fu's "Spring Hope")

When I see the autumn wind in Luoyang City, I am afraid that I will not be able to finish it in a hurry, and I will open it again before leaving; (Zhang Ji's "Autumn Thoughts") )

During the winter solstice in Handan, I would sit in front of the lamp with my knees in my arms and talk about people traveling far away. p>

The child holds his clothes and asks why it is too late to return? > Drinking in the Dragon Mountain for nine days, the yellow flowers laugh and chase the ministers. They are drunk and watch the wind fall off their hats, and dance in love with the moon to keep people. ——[Tang Dynasty] Li Bai's "Song of the Dragon Mountain"

Alone. I am a stranger in a foreign land, and I miss my relatives even more during the festive season. I know that my brothers are climbing high, and there is only one missing person planting dogwood. ——[Tang Dynasty] Wang Wei's "Reminiscences of Shandong Brothers on September 9th"

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The mist is thick and the clouds are dark, and the golden beasts are gone. It is the Double Ninth Festival, and the jade pillow is in the gauze kitchen. It is cool in the middle of the night. After dusk, there is a dark fragrance filling the sleeves. The curtains are blown by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

——[Song Dynasty] Li Qingzhao's "Drunk Flowers and Thick Mists, Thick Clouds and Worry of Everlasting Days"

Looking into the distant sky on September 9th. Autumn water brings evening wind.

As the wild geese head south, visitors often visit the chrysanthemum bushes

——Tang Shao Dazhen

Looking back at home on September 9th. Taiwan, he gave guests a cup in a foreign country.

People are tired of the hardships in the south, and the wild geese come from the north. ————Tang Wangbo 6. Think twice about it during the holidays. What is the last sentence of "Dear"?

"Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my relatives even more during the festive season."

It is "September 9th" written by Wang Wei, a famous poet of the Tang Dynasty. The famous sentence in "Reminiscent of Shandong Brothers" refers to people who have been wandering away from home for many years and are unable to reunite with their families, especially on the Double Ninth Festival, when every family happily goes to the mountains to play. How could Wang Wei not think of holding hands with his relatives at home? What about the scene of climbing up high with dogwood in your head and looking into the distance? This festival reminds the poet of missing his hometown and his relatives. The whole poem is: I am a stranger in a foreign land, and I miss my relatives even more during the festival. "I am a stranger in a foreign land, and I miss my relatives even more during festivals." It means: I am a guest in a foreign country alone, and every time I encounter a beautiful festival, I miss my relatives in my hometown even more. Nowadays, people often use these two lines of poems to express their longing for their loved ones.