Shandong brothers mountain holiday thoughts: Tang Dynasty | Author: Wang Wei is in a foreign land, and he misses his 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.
Three Generations of Miscellaneous Poems: Tang Dynasty | Author: Wang Wei lives by the river, opposite Jin Meng's mouth. There are often ships from the south of the Yangtze River. Do you send the book home?
You have just come from our hometown, and we must understand the world. Did the plum blossom when you came to the engraved window of my house?
I have seen cold plum hair and heard birds singing. Looking forward to spring grass, I am afraid of jade steps.
Xiaoxingba Xia Dynasty: Tang Dynasty | Author: Wang Xiaotou Ba Xia, recalling the Imperial Capital. A woman is having fun in Qingjiang River, and a crow is in the morning. The water town is in the city, and the mountain bridge is tree-lined. Climb 10,000 wells and get out, overlooking two lumens. People speak different languages, and warblers are the voices of ancient countries. Lai's mountains and rivers are very interesting and feel a little alienated.
And make Wang Wulang West Building look far and think about the DPRK: Tang Dynasty | Author: Wang Wei's tall building looks far and thinks about the DPRK, and his eyes are full of emotion. See a thousand miles on the pillow and ten thousand rooms in the window. Long passers-by warm the distant suburbs. Very melancholy, all the way out of the lonely smoke. Can be endowed with superior talent and the same level of thinking. Hometown is invisible, clouds and water are empty.
Other poets describe homesick poems and famous sentences.
"Silent Night Thinking" Dynasty: Tang Dynasty | Author: Li Bai, the foot of my bed is so bright, will it have frosted? .
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
Dengguazhou Dynasty: Song Dynasty | Author: Wang Anshi Jingkou Guazhou Yishui, Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains.
Jiang Nanan spring breeze is green, when will the bright moon shine on me?
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty | Author: Wen Yi
The brocade machine speaks English frequently, stopping to cry and remember people.
Simon is still bleak in March, and even if he hangs on the sun, he can't feel spring.
Yang Liuzhi is the second.
Light a candle at the bottom of the well and you can play Go together.
Linglong dice Anhoudou, what do you know about bone acacia?
Recalling the brothers' dynasty on a moonlit night: Tang Dynasty | Author: Du Fu wanderers listen to drums and autumn geese.
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.
Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.
Looking at the moon reminds me of a distant dynasty: Tang Dynasty | Author: The moon on the sea, Zhang Jiuling, lit up the whole heaven.
People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones.
Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.
You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.
Crossing the Hanshui Dynasty: Tang Dynasty | Author: Song Ling voiceover narration, winter comes after spring.
The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home.
Wang Chun Dynasty: Tang Dynasty | Author: Although Du Fu's country has broken mountains and rivers, everything is spring. Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.
The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold. Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.
Extended reading; Beautiful sentences describing homesickness
The evening breeze blows the curtain, the moonlight shines, the lonely shadow hurts the piano, and the sound of the piano gently swings into sorrow, sending acacia far away. Looking at the homeland, where is the old friend? I don't think about it. Unforgettable turbid wine, a cup of comfort, the moon is like frost, and tears stain the railing. The sad years let me down. Qiu Yan, western Western jackdaw, is sitting with desolation and danger, thinking about your husband's tears, sighing about the wind and endless homesickness, looking forward to the return of the wanderer, looking forward to it
Sweet-scented osmanthus in Myanmar with rain beads makes me soft-hearted, not pregnant and not thinking about home. Author: Wang Zengqi Source: human vegetation
There are three basic methods to do math problems: naked eye observation, violent substitution and obvious establishment. There are three basic methods of China's poetry: the poet's relegation, the poet's joy and the poet's homesickness. There are three basic methods of English reading: coin toss, finger drop and dice roll. There are three basic methods of political questions: copying the original materials, copying multiple-choice questions and copying options. There are three basic methods of historical theory: rational method, one-sided method and meaningless method. There are three basic methods to do geography exercises: reading pictures, drawing pictures and making pictures. There are three basic methods to do physics problems: direct substitution into formulas and conservative selection, which are not correct at first glance. Don't thank me.
Hometown is not a distant word, it lives in our hearts; Hometown is an ethereal existence, a generalization, not very clear, and only a few outlines. We should use the river behind the house and the fir trees by the window in memory to solve the so-called hometown, so-called homesickness and so-called childhood. ...
The ten-year cold window in Jiangchengzi season is bleak, and the road ahead is filled with 120 people who can be honest with each other. At present, people are not worried, I am full of tears, lonely and have a bad taste. Leaning against a dangerous building will make you homesick, but from a distance, it will make you sad. I have nothing to say to the moon but a thousand lines of tears. I have no talent, I am vain, I have lofty words and promises, I have lost my spring scenery, I have no fame, how can I return to my hometown?
When the geese flying south can no longer be seen in the air, when the leaves on the buttonwood are yellow and blue, my unchanging homesickness is playing leisurely, just like the flute in Qingyuan, my hometown. Just as Li Houzhu's separation from hatred is like grass, it goes further and has more vitality.
Douzi Mountain, playing tile drums; Yangpingguan, sprinkle with white rain. Under the white rain, marry the dragon girl; Made of silk, 20 feet 5 inches. Half belongs to Luojiang and half belongs to Xuanwu. I recite Mianzhou songs and feel homesick. Take you home, Luo Jiangpu. Author: Su Shi
Homesick, be careful and get drunk as soon as possible.
Hometown, how many nights I lie in bed facing the west, looking up at the night sky, thinking about growing up in my hometown, thinking that every star hides a smiling face, which makes people want to wear it.
Jiang Nanan spring breeze is green, when will the bright moon shine on me?
Hometown is a fragment of a wanderer's childhood memory. The more you manage it, the more you can't control it, and the more you can't piece together a complete picture.
Birds are all around the trees at dusk, and people should be homesick at dusk. Author: Cui
You have just come from our hometown, and we must understand the world. Did the plum blossom when you came to the engraved window of my house?
Being in a foreign land, it is inevitable that you will feel homesick. I can't tell you what this feeling is like. Speaking of girls' homesickness, I have no objection; As for the boy, it seems that he shouldn't be homesick. This may be right. Like me, he is away from home all the year round, and only goes home once a year, and only during the traditional Spring Festival in China. After graduating from college, I have been rushing about for work, and I have long been used to that kind of wandering life, perhaps it is the feeling of wandering around the world.
The same thing happened to migrant workers. After thousands of years of relocation, they are now leaving their homes. They co-starred in the economic myth for 30 years, but left behind children and old people-the biggest tragedy of this era. What's more sad is that those of us who are far away from our homeland don't get their respect and understanding-those locals who "go north to Guangzhou" and those who have never left their parents all our lives laugh at the outdated concept of "repaying their parents". They regard going home for the New Year as a bad habit and the Spring Festival travel rush craze as a disaster, and they will never understand the homesickness of foreigners. What's the hurry? So rigid? When you talk to them, they will give you an answer: Who sent you? Don't you have these troubles if you stay in your hometown honestly? Author: Ji Zhongxian Source: I have not shaken hands with the world.
The moon also hid her face and wept, thinking of herself. Who is the wind singer after years of haggard?
Homesick cloud, why are you so late? Can you convey my thoughts behind you, but my hometown gave me a little reply. Why did you leave it in a hurry? Can you clearly remember why your bag is full of my love birds? Why are you silent about my song? Did you bring the happy local accent of my hometown? Please sing it to me carefully. Why are you evasive? You are a relative in your hometown. Why did you only meet me in your dreams?
The rain is not over, my heart is thin, and yellow leaves are fluttering. The boat goes with the flow, and no one understands. It is hard to hold your hand, but you still miss it. Go to the ends of the earth, remember the world of mortals, and miss the sad place. Autumn is more sad in the boundless years, and the bright moon is in the sky, shining all over the way home. It rained all night, where to find it, wandering in other places. I am sad everywhere, blowing in the wind the grass. Even though I am homesick and heartbroken, it is still cold.
It's the Dragon Boat Festival again, and it's also the time when the leaves of zongzi are fragrant.
Flowers and birds in nature always involve people's feelings, so some people think about things and touch the scene. Nature has given people too much space to think, which makes people feel pain and crazy and pour out everything in their hearts. They have become people's real confidants, real confidants. In the place where the petals are weeping, the great poet Du Fu sang their grief in "Birds", which endowed the flower people with souls, moved and grieved with him, and they became. Li Bai lent me a ray of light at the foot of the bed with his homesickness; Wang Wei also threw herself at the homesickness; Cao Cao expressed his great ambition with Watching the Sea. These countless beautiful poems all come from nature.
Three years in high school, time flies. It is very interesting to recall classmates and teenagers. We once talked about Cao Cao's cooking wine when he was a child and talked about heroes in the world. We recited Li Bai, looked up and saw that it was moonlight, detailing homesickness; We used to learn from * * * to point out the mountains and praise romantic figures; We once recited the chapter of Zhou Dunyi's love for lotus as a gentleman's ambition. Nowadays, these are like maple leaves, which are treasured in the poems of your youth and mine.
Whenever I face the bright moon, I miss my hometown like a flood.
For Gu Yan and Yue Ming, love is the most important thing. Red beans miss home the most. He said it's better to miss home than people. I say homesickness is like missing someone.
Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward.
I don't know where to brag, but I want to look forward to my hometown overnight.
Homesickness is a kind of memory, and memory is unpredictable, so homesickness is not enough. Wandering in a foreign land for more than ten years, the hometown in memory will never change. We will tell every detail accurately, but when we return to our hometown, we find that great changes have taken place. We would rather see a village in memory than be ruthlessly tampered with by time. But when we left disappointed, homesickness began to accumulate and ferment again, so we tried to touch the knocker of our hometown in memory.
When a few dreams were settled, I realized how much I care about how far I am. When I walked so long and so many days fell behind like fallen leaves, I suddenly found that many dreams were reversible. For example, when I was young, I was obsessed with the distance, and a long trip was reduced to the melancholy of homesickness today. Author: moments of youth Source: suitcase in the depths of time
Homesickness is always related to distance and going abroad. Homesickness is a line through time and space, one end is a wanderer, and the other end is hometown. The farther a wanderer goes, the tighter his homesickness becomes. When the wanderer's hair is gray and exhausted, he draws the deepest and deepest mark in his heart.
Like a flock of homesick cranes, they fly to their mountain nests day and night. In my worship of you, let my life set out for its permanent hometown.
Many more intense feelings of wandering and homesickness are beyond words, and can only be slowly realized with a small heart. When this heart stops beating, all this will be lost, perhaps lost in the waves, perhaps buried in the jungle, perhaps condensed in the windows of an old building in a foreign country. Author: Yu Source: Notes on Mountain Residence
Su curtain covers a long rope, and the sound is also sad. A "Homesickness" is a bit confusing. Raise your wine, take a boat and fight with the stars and the moon, and the willows will drink alone and drink all the cups. With the wind, I read the language. A hundred miles into a river, new words flow eastward. I don't know the reason why Chengjiang flows north. Half of them are defective, but it's annoying to complain.
I know that the human heart is not like a tree, so why not like a flower?
The farther you go home, the more homesick you are. Please forgive the rudeness of those who try to squeeze into trains and cars, just because they all want to go back to the place where they miss each other day and night, home.
It is sad, especially the general taste in my heart.
The four seasons are always spring, summer, autumn and winter; Time always comes and goes; There are always joys and sorrows in life; The moon is always full of stars, but the roundest and most beautiful is in the Mid-Autumn Festival. Friends in a foreign land! Please put down your homesickness.
The night is dyed with clear water like ink, and the soft wind caresses the face without leaving a trace. The full moon accompanied me on Wan Li Road, and since then one more person has been homesick.
"The wind and rain are like clouds, and the chickens crow endlessly." Humans can only get rid of it by rolling out of sadness, with a bright steel knife pinned to their waist. "Today, they look like kings. Who is unfair?" "Rain is coming, and events cast a shadow in front of them." This can well symbolize the spirit of our son standing on the earth, tasting all the bitterness and looking forward to the future catastrophe. Just like a homesick guest patting his head, seeing the cattle and sheep outside Guo, thinking of the countryside in his hometown and the friendship between bamboo and horses in Su Cao's new grave. In his tears, he seemed vaguely aware that Longzhong was walking in hiding for the old man, or only saw the shadow of a few crutches leaning against the broken wall. Author: Liang Yuchun Source: Liang Yuchun Prose
If you want to become hundreds of billions, you should go to the top to see your hometown.
I advise you to have a glass of wine. There is no reason not to go out.
Hold the railing and enjoy the surging waves of the river below the mountain and the beautiful scenery of the verdant mountains in the distance. However, there is a familiar image of a foreign two-story building. I think of Liu Zao, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, who wrote "Journey to the North": It has been ten frost for the guest house to be in Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night. For no reason, I crossed the mulberry river, but I hope that Bing is my hometown. Am I like Liu Zao, and I have become a fellow villager in a foreign country unconsciously for more than ten years?
Dare not love a girl far away, for fear that heaven and earth will only add homesickness thousands of miles away.
The affectionate sea opens its warm arms. White clouds kissed the cheek affectionately, and the erratic footsteps swept the still earth with the wind. Filar silk longed to sneak into my heart, and then disappeared.
Blue waves paddle to invite you, clear water stop bridge. The moon is homesick and dreams flee, and Yuzhu rolls down Yu He. Reading back: shaking the lotus rain, taking pictures of the ball, dreams are easy to miss the moon. Boating on the bridge stops water and invites you to paddle. The lotus pond is fragrant and the water is long at the beginning of the month. The grass on the slope keeps fireflies dreaming, and the wind stays in the corridor at night. Read back: the corridor is windy at night, and the dream is like a firefly leaving the grass slope. On the first day of the month, there is a long stream of water, and the fragrant dew covers the pool lotus.
Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic.
The moon is white, and the white moon conveys nostalgia. Jiang Nanan spring breeze is green, when will the bright moon shine on me? These poets who can't return home in a foreign land always let the spring breeze caress the hearts of wanderers.
I have been away from home for many years, and every Dragon Boat Festival, the thick moxa reminds me of homesickness. The mountains, water, everything and relatives in my hometown are lingering in front of my eyes.
Spring is not old, the wind is fine and the willows are oblique. Try to see it on the detached stage, half the city is full of flowers. Fog and rain darken thousands of people. After a cold meal, I woke up but felt uncomfortable. Don't miss the old country for the old friend, try new tea with new fire. Poetry and wine use time. The word "love" comes from the scene, and the scene blends. The late spring scenes such as flowers, smoke and rain in the poem, as well as the details of lighting a new fire and trying new tea, vividly and delicately express the author's subtle and complicated inner activities and express the warm homesickness of the wanderer. The combination of writing foreign scenery and expressing homesickness is so seamless that the author's profound artistic skill can be seen. Author: Su Shi Source: Wang Jiangnan spring scenery is not old
I used to think that as long as people have big ideals and big revenge, they won't miss home. Now, as long as they stop, homesickness will still come to mind.
Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze.
The stubborn old man was not willing to bend his knees in that lonely hut and look at the rolling river. He resolutely chose to sail on the vast sea, not willing to be mediocre. He chose to fight piranhas, so a glorious year for the old man and the sea was written into history; Fragile hearts don't want to be buried by dark silence. He is addicted to singing, and his arrogant style shines brightly against Yue Hui. The small stamps full of homesickness and the eternal yearning under Cambridge became his best weapon to get rid of mediocrity. A kind old man is unwilling to be mediocre. Although his hair is gray, he still greets every reader with a smile. She told people to read more books, read good books and study hard. She watered every growing soul with the notes of love and refused mediocrity. Her great style doomed her life to be brilliant.
When I grew up, I left home and went to other places. There is no chance to pick mugwort leaves during the Dragon Boat Festival. Grandma left me forever before she got well. From then on, the plant named Artemisia argyi was as useless as a weed in my heart.