Poems about hometown feelings 1. What are the poems describing hometown?
1. Everyone can't help but feel homesick when they hear the sound of willow trees breaking in this nocturne. Year: Tang Author: Li Bai "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night"
2. Yes, I am like a driftwood, and I have covered my garden with weeds. Year: Tang Author: Li Shangyin "Cicada"
My hometown bloomed three times, but Manqian didn't return to the world. Year: Song Author: Yan's "Partridge Sky, Wandering on the River Beach, Flying on the Stubble"
The dream of breaking the heart of the country failed, so there is no such voice in the garden. Year: Qing Author: Nalan Xingde's "Sauvignon Blanc in the Mountains"
Cong Ju cried a few days ago, and the lonely boat is the heart of hometown. Year: Tang Author: Du Fu's Eight Poems of Autumn Prosperity
6. My hometown bloomed three times, but Manqian didn't return to the world. Year: Song Author: Yan's "Partridge Sky, Wandering on the River Beach, Flying on the Stubble"
7. Dreaming about how many roads there are in my hometown, I am drunk and look around the world. Year: Song Author: Su Shi's Huanxisha
8. Ask Yingying if you can say that you have no hometown and are already familiar with it. Year: Song Author: Xin Qiji's "The Story of the Red River"
9. Stay away from home. Year: Song Author: Anonymous "Xijiang Yuecao City People Return to Sunset Red"
10. It was a beautiful day when the emperor went. I miss my hometown, and the water town is full of smoke and willow. Year: Song Author: Anonymous "Man Jiang Hong Lang Rui Piao Hua"
2. Poems describing hometown
On holiday in the mountains, I think of my brothers in Shandong who are in a foreign land, and I miss my relatives every holiday.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. Shangshan left early in the morning and began to collect taxes. The guests were all sad for their hometown.
When a chicken crows at the Maodian Moon, people walk on the Banqiao Frost. Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, and orange flowers are on the wall of the post.
Thinking of Ling Du's dream, Goose returned to the capital of the Tang Dynasty and the hometown of Cen Can during a meeting with the emissary. The east road is long, and the dragon bell with double sleeves cries. I'll meet you immediately, without paper and pen. Please tell my family that I'm safe.
People miss home every day. Xue Daoheng people have been away from home for two years since seven days ago. The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom.
It has been ten frost in Bingzhou, and the Liuzao Guest House in Shuofang misses Xianyang day and night. For no reason, I crossed the mulberry river, but I hope that Bing is my hometown.
One spring night in Los Angeles, I heard the flute and Li Bai's Yu Di dancing, and the spring breeze filled Los Angeles. In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick.
Du Fu, thinking of my brothers on a moonlit night, stopped a hiking trip by the first call of the border geese in autumn. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Ah, my brothers, students who are lost and scattered and have no home to ask. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.
I miss my hometown from winter to day and night in Handan post office every winter to Sunday, and I always have a kneepad lamp with me. If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers.
Nanpu bid farewell to Nanpu, and the west wind curled up in autumn. Turn back immediately, my heart is broken, so I can leave and don't look back.
Look at the window willows of Jing 'an House in the post station and the flowers in front of the post station. The spring scenery in the two places ended on the same day, making people homesick. During the trip, I sent a message that Yung-hong, Hunan Province was in Langzhong, and the water was flowing by the Han River, and the bamboo shadow was the window, and the moonlight was chaotic.
I don't know how wide the lake is, but I will return to Luoyang City at night. On a trip to the countryside, Wang Yucheng rode through the mountain path, and the chrysanthemums began to turn yellow, and they were wild and wild. Listen to the sound of thousands of valleys at night and watch some peaks silent in the sunset.
The leaves of huanghuali are as red as rouge, and the fragrance of buckwheat flowers is as white as snow. To my dismay, the village bridge is like my hometown!
3. What other poems, like this serenade, tell why I can't afford my hometown?
Who can't stand the homesickness? In tonight's song, who won't miss home when they hear the "broken willow" in their hometown? )
"Who can't stand the homesickness?" It was written by Li Bai, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty.
Original text:
Smell the flute in Los Angeles on a spring night.
Tang Libai
Yu Di's dark flying sound scattered into the spring breeze in Los Angeles.
In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick.
To annotate ...
① Los Angeles: Luoyang, Henan Province today.
2 rain flute: exquisite flute. Jade: refers to jade.
3 dark flying sound: the sound came from nowhere. Sound: sound.
Spring breeze: refers to the spring wind, which is a metaphor for an elegant and harmonious atmosphere.
5 smell: listen; I heard you.
⑥ Folding willow: that is, taking the flute sound of "Folding willow" and Yuefu's "Blowing across the Drum Horn" as the topic, the content is mostly parting feelings. Hu Zai's Later Collection of Tiaoxi Fishing and Conceiving Conghua Volume 4: Yuefu Miscellanies says:' The flute player is also a strong musician. The classics are "Folding Willow" and "Falling Plum Blossoms". Therefore, Chen Xian's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night" ... "Du Shaoling's" Playing the flute ":'Why bother to be happy when the willow leaves fall in the old garden?' Wang Zhihuan said,' Why should a strong brother complain about Liu? The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass. It is said that "Folding Willow" is also a song. "In the song, the sadness of parting is expressed.
⑦ Hometown: refers to hometown, hometown.
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Whose exquisite flute is secretly making melodious flute sound? As the spring breeze flutters, it spreads all over Luoyang.
In tonight's song, who will not miss home when they hear the "broken willow" in their hometown?
About the author:
Li Bai (February 8, 7065438+0—February 65438+February 762), born in Taibai, was named Qinglian Jushi, with the name "fallen immortal", and was of Han nationality. He was a great romantic poet in Tang Dynasty, and was praised as "Poet Fairy" by later generations. It is also called "Du Li" with Du Fu. In order to distinguish it from the other two poets, Li Shangyin and Du Mu, namely "Little Du Li", Du Fu and Li Bai are also called "Big Du Li". He is cheerful and generous, loves to drink and write poems, and likes to make friends.
Li Bai was deeply influenced by Huang Lao's idea of sorting out villages. Li Taibai's poems have been handed down from generation to generation, and most of his poems were written when he was drunk. His representative works include Looking at Lushan Waterfall, it is hard to go, Difficult Road to Shu, Entering Wine, Liang, First Sending Baidicheng, etc.
There are biographies of Li Bai's Ci and Fu in the Song Dynasty (such as Wen Ying's Xiang Ji). As far as its pioneering significance and artistic achievements are concerned, Li Bai's Ci Fu enjoys a high status.
4. Poems containing hometown
Go to the capital to meet a messenger.
Year: Tang author:
The distance from the east home is very long, and the tears are wet and the sleeves are still flowing.
I'll meet you immediately, without paper and pen. Please tell my family that I'm safe.
Self-titled portrait
Year: Modern Author: Lu Xun
There is no way to escape from the gv 10, and the storm is as dark as a rock.
I sent a message to Han Xing, and I want to recommend Xuanyuan with my blood.
Smell the flute in Los Angeles on a spring night.
Year: Tang Author: Li Bai
Yu Di's dark flying sound scattered into the spring breeze in Los Angeles.
In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick.
Partridges and the sky, wandering on strangers and flying on stumps.
Year: Song Author: Yan
On the stranger, the residual catkins fly, and the cuckoo sings azaleas. At the end of the year, things are different, people are complaining, and who is worried.
Plum rain is fine, the breeze is weak, and I lean against the building to get clothes. The old garden has faded for three years, and the world has not yet returned.
Huanxisha
Year: Song Author: Su Shi
The mountains are immersed in the faint glow, and the wind in Xiangchuan spits cold flowers. Crows are scattered in the distant forest houses.
Dreaming of how many roads there are in my hometown, I am drunk and look around the world. The moonlight shines for thousands of miles and the sand is flat.
Sauvignon Blanc, a mountaineering trip
Year: Qing Dynasty Author: Nalan Xingde
A ride on the mountain, a ride on the water, and a trip to Guan Yu, with thousands of lights at night.
When the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, and there is no such sound in the garden.
5. Poems describing homesickness
* Nostalgia in poetry
1. You come from my old country.
Tell me what happened there! .
It's plum. When you pass my window,
Is the cold plum in bloom?
(Wang Wei: "Miscellaneous Poems")
When young people leave home, old people will come back.
The local accent has not changed.
The children don't know each other,
Where did the laughter come from?
(He Zhangzhi: Homecoming Book)
3. The sound outside the ridge is broken.
Winter goes and spring comes.
Now, near my village, meet people,
I dare not ask a question.
(Song Wenzhi, "Crossing the Han River")
We wound our way under the blue mountain,
Me and my boat, along the green water.
Until the river bank widens at low tide,
No wind blows my lonely sail.
... night now gives way to the ocean of the sun,
Jiang Chunren's old year.
I can finally send my messenger,
Geese, return to Luoyang.
(Wang Wan: a berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain)
People are only seven days old in spring.
I have been away from home for two years.
When people return to the geese,
Think before and after.
(Xue Daoheng: "People are homesick every day")
6. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light.
Is there frost already? .
Looking up, I found it was moonlight.
I sank again and suddenly remembered home.
(Li Bai: "Silent Night Thinking")
7. Whose Yu Di flies in the dark,
Spring breeze scattered in Los Angeles.
In this serenade, I heard the sound of willows.
Who can't afford to be homesick?
(Li Bai: The Flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night)
8. Bingzhou Guest House has been frosted for ten times.
Remember Xianyang day and night.
Change dry mulberry water for no reason,
But I hope Bing is my hometown.
(Liu Zao: "Journey to the North")
9. A vagrant heard the drums heralding the battle.
A wild goose sings in autumn.
He knew that the dew tonight would be frost,
How bright the moonlight is at home! .
Oh, my brothers, lost and scattered,
What does life without you mean to me? .
But if something goes wrong with peacetime letters,
What can I expect during the war? .
(Du Fu: "Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night")
10. We started to recruit priests in the morning.
The guest is sad for his hometown.
(Wen Tingjun's "Walking in the Morning")
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A wild goose sings in autumn.
He knew that the dew tonight would be frost,
How bright the moonlight is at home! .
Oh, my brothers, lost and scattered,
What does life without you mean to me? .
But if something goes wrong with peacetime letters,
What can I expect during the war? .
(Du Fu: "Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night")
12. Look at the autumn wind in Luoyang.
The writer's book is full of meaning.
I can't talk about it in a hurry
Pedestrians came and opened again.
(Zhang Ji: "Qiu Si")
13. As a stranger in a foreign land,
Please think twice about your relatives during the festival.
Know where the brothers climb,
There is one person missing from the dogwood.
(Wang Wei: vacationing in the mountains reminds me of my brothers in Shandong)
14. Every winter to Sunday,
Knee-hugging lamp with shadow.
I want to sit at home late at night,
It should also be said that people who travel far away.
(Bai Juyi: "The Solstice of Winter in Handan" misses home at night)
6. Ancient poems about homesickness
Tianjin Sha Qiu Si
Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are thin horses. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
At dusk, a group of crows landed on an old tree with withered vines and made a piercing cry.
Under the small bridge, the running water jingles, and the farmhouse next to the small bridge raises smoke.
On the ancient road, a thin horse struggled against the west wind.
The sunset gradually lost its luster and set from the west.
On a cold night, only lonely travelers wander in the distance.
This poem is very short, only five sentences and twenty-eight characters. There is not a word of autumn in the whole song, but it depicts a bleak and moving picture of the autumn suburbs, which accurately conveys the bitterness of travelers. This successful song, known as the father of Qiu Si, embodies the artistic features of China's classical poems in many ways.
7. What are the family poems in my hometown?
Send Lu yuanzhen
Mangrove cicadas are full of sunset, and bald heads send each other twice, hurting each other. The old days fly by, and this year's sick leave is long. Although my home is far away, I miss you and my brothers very much and want to go abroad. Xiangzhou Road is full of red flags, but no tears.
Is it, Wu Yuan-zhen?
Banan was separated from his family, but he ended up sleeping in your bed. It's disappointing for me to come here. The disaster is Tongzhou.
Appreciate Lotte, listen to Li Shangshu, and greet the lotus pond Yuan Zhen with poetry.
When Dongchuan was impeached to death, he also made efforts for his family. Hundreds of mouths have crossed the Three Gorges, weighing two days at a time. Although Shangshu took ten months, Sima was wronged for ten years. If it gets worse after autumn, there will be heavy springs on the flat land.
Zuiti Wu Dong Tangyuanzhen
Service personnel, there are broken books. Kung fu was done in two official places, and he stayed for more than seven years. Sickness is beautiful, and home and coast are sparse. If I don't come back, I won't remember the bass.
Niu Xianghong stayed to see the new villa outside the city. There are streams, bamboos, autumn moon and family ties. I can't wait to go there. Because of Siyun and Jane Luo's relatives and friends, I am also destined to be Tang Yuxi.
Outside the villa city, Yueming Village is connected with the wild. The lights are everywhere, and the silk tube is on the boat. Yan Di chrysanthemum dew, island cool pine leaf wind. Love is forbidden, and cold leaks into the palace.
Sing three poems by yourself by Tang Lutong.
Lu Zi's heel is also awkward, and smart fools are always not surprised. Mosquitoes are masters, and grass and stones are family ties. Ten thousand rolls of chest rot, three lights pinch the eyes. Turn your sadness into a child and you will live forever.
Thirty congratulatory poems in Wugong county
Who can ask a question about the book? Go to bed early when the wind is cold. I often ask for leave every ten days and explore money every other month. I still hate poetry, and my family is very strange. You have to think for yourself, and eventually you have to return to the game.
Ho, two military music songs
Look for soldiers every day, and don't be a drinker after the year. Eye pain has not been corrected for a long time, and lung disease is still absent. A servant's clothes are narrow and his feelings are strong. When do you have to go home? You are still a mountain man.
Shide in Tang poetry
Raise children to get married, raise daughters to seek matchmakers. Hard work is karma, which kills many lives. Get together as a family and often come to see food. Although it is satisfactory now, the book of sin is doomed first.
Don Cao Ye or not?
The cold woman didn't know it and married a son and wife. I don't know my family, so I will eat tomorrow. But I must get on the horse and never look back. Two wheels fly like birds, and the shadows are all over Southeast Street. Nine heavy twelve doors, one opens four doors. You go this way and I'll go this way. But I had to see you, so I didn't hesitate to insert Chai Jing.
Chapter 2 Hate Tang Ouyang Zhan
Acacia clothes to stay, is a reminder. It is also stopped and not maintained. You don't bully your friends, but friendship is an invasion. If you give it your life every other time, you will die again. A nuisance.
Ling Fengbiao Han Shi Tang Shen Quan Qi
There is no cold food outside the ridge and no appetite in spring. Luoyang Xinjiako, when is Qingming? Flowers and willows compete, and the road is full of cars. The emperor's hometown is far away, and it hurts to avenge his family.
Jingnan gave Li Zhao a rhyme "Wang Tangjian".
Glory in the sky, and then start singing. Su Chuan studied Taoism, and there was a gentleman in the net. Wen Jian cackled, Defeng is coming to the base. In Beijing for twenty years, I ate between officials. I'm ashamed that the seal didn't come down. Selling horses and plowing cattle, but returning to Pushan. When wheat harvests silkworm clusters, it is necessary to have enough food and clothing. The sword is accompanied by the monk Zen, and the autumn mountain keeps the rain. And I am happy and fit, free from tassels. Jingzhou, still in town, respects the same age. Nice to meet friends from all walks of life. Jane awarded this painting to raise money. Yan Gong Shi, Qiu. The host gave a banquet without any courtesy. Drunk laughter or chanting, talking is profit and loss. When you are in the room, you will become fresh and fragrant, and you will be promoted to attract guests. Mu Jiaming, at a young age, is far-sighted and is the beginning of peace. Confucius and Confucius are in the same boat, and Glen Pan is the luck of all nephews. I know I'm remarried and married. I hope it's a family. Yan Yan, who is two thousand miles away, is still eager. Chu pen prevents sending books, and Shu tea is far from worrying. Guanshanzu overlaps. When shall we meet? Don't sigh and join the army, and your troubles will go their separate ways. Beauty no longer refers to jade, but doesn't like it. Fighting in Bashan night, apes are full of Yun Lan.
Send uncle Tang.
Recalling yesterday's ignorant childhood, I didn't know there were classics. I often travel with this boy and play abroad. Steal flowers into the community and get a book wall. Comb your hair according to water and snow, but the door is not tied. Appreciate literature in front of people, and pears do not hesitate. Praise the new spring, and explore the topic to get a quiet stone. I have been a guest for 30 years since I went to the customs. The wind and rain are shaky, and family ties are blocked. How to travel two thousand miles, dust drives away barren land. I suffered for a long time and sighed from the beginning. Now that you've come and gone, smile happily for a while. When the sun set, the spring breeze rolled away. Yuntaiguan West Road, cypress in front of Huayue Temple. You will pass through the emperor's hometown and find the ancient footprints again.
Send Wu Langzhong to Tang Wangjian in Zhongzhou.
Xitai belongs to South Province, and God knows its innocence. Every time the family is poor and scattered, the officials mostly move straight. It's too late to go out of town to buy medicine. People in the ruling and opposition are different, and family ties are accompanied by sorrow. After the sadness in my hometown, my white hair wants to go back. Where is loyalty to state boundaries, the top of the mountain stands like a flag.
Xi Pei Tao sent you to visit poetry, and drunk Chinese opera gave Tang Juyi.
Suddenly, I heard the drunken song of knocking at the door, and I stopped to meet him. * * * Poetic fanatics are addicted to alcohol, and you are a family.
Stone, Dog Don Xue Tao
After practicing Zhumen for four or five years, Mao Xiang was full of pity for his master. Bite a family guest for no reason, don't sleep on the carpet in HongLing.