Ancient poems about homesickness, ancient poems about homesickness

The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is deep in spring. When I feel the tears, I hate the birds. The beacon fire lasted for three months, and the family letter was worth 10,000 dollars. The whitehead scratching is shorter, and the hairpin is overwhelming.

The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown.

Fisherman's Proud Autumn Thought.

The scenery is different in autumn, and the geese in Hengyang go without paying attention. The sound of the corners on all sides rises, and in the thousands of mountains, the long smoke and sunset are closed. A glass of turbid wine is thousands of miles away, and Yan Ran has no plan. Qiang Guan is full of frost, people are sleepless, and the general's white hair is crying.

September 9 recalls the Shandong brothers September 9 recalls the Shandong brothers.

Alone in a foreign land as a stranger, every festival is full of relatives. The remote knowledge brothers ascended to the heights, and there was one less person in the dogwood.

Jingkou Guazhou is a water, Zhongshan is only separated by a few mountains. The spring breeze and the south bank of the Green River, when will the bright moon shine on me.

At the foot of the sub-north solid mountain.

Outside the green mountains of Klook, in front of the green water. (Outside the green hills: under the green mountains) the tide is wide on both sides, and the wind is hanging. The sea is born in the night, and the spring of the river enters the old year. Where can I get the village book? Return to the edge of Yanluoyang.

Looking at the moon and looking far away Looking at the moon is nostalgic.

The moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time. The lover complains about the night, and he is lovesick at night. The candle is extinguished, and the light is full, and the clothes are dewed. It's unbearable to give away, and it's a good time to sleep.

Seeing the autumn breeze in Luoyang City, I want to write a book. The fear was said in a hurry, and the pedestrians opened it again.

Hearing that Wang Changling moved to the left, Long Biao Yao sent this.

Yang Hua fell to the end of the rules, and heard that the dragon marked the five streams. I send my heart and the bright moon, with the wind until the night is long. (With the wind one: with the king).

Sauvignon Blanc Mountain.

A trip to the mountain, a trip to the water, the body to the side of Yuguan, a thousand tent lights in the middle of the night. The wind is changing, the snow is changing, the dream of the broken hometown cannot be realized, and there is no sound in the old garden.

Homesickness outside the river. Tang Dynasty: Wei Zhuang.

Every year in the spring, the foreign land is sad, and the Duqu yellow warbler can be known.

It was also sunset on the bank of the river, and there was a trace of smoke and willows.

Translations. Every spring, I feel sad that I am alone in a foreign land, and the yellow warbler of Duqu knows my state of mind the most.

Seeing the remnant sun gradually sinking in the west on the riverbank, the liver and intestines were broken like a trace of smoke willow.

Exegesis. Title: Township, "Quatrain" as "return".

On the shore: Xi Ben made "go ashore".

Rain. Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi.

The fog is heavy today, and the rivers and mountains are deep here.

The sound of the beach is more urgent, and the gorge is cloudy.

Looking at the clouds and covering the eyes, homesick raindrops.

What will be comforted and lonely, relying on this north window qin.

Translations. Today, the fog in the mountains is particularly heavy, and the world is vast, but I am in such a remote and remote place.

The autumn brought by the beachhead river is blowing in the face, and the climate in the valley is humid, and the sunny days are mostly cloudy.

Looking at the imperial capital, but the clouds and mist covered his eyes, he missed his hometown, and the sound of rain fell to his heart.

What to use to comfort my deep and wandering thoughts, I can only rely on the piano under the north window to relieve the loneliness in my heart.

Ancient poems about homesickness include: "Remembering My Brother on a Moonlit Night", "Spring Hope", "Fortune Operator: I Live at the Head of the Yangtze River", "Two Songs of Returning to My Hometown: One of the Puppet Books" and "Autumn Thoughts".

1, Du Fu's "Remembering My Brother on a Moonlit Night".

The drums cut off the pedestrians, and the sound of geese in the autumn. The dew is white from tonight, and the moon is the hometown of Ming.

There are brothers who are scattered, and there is no home to ask about life and death. The length of the letter is not reached, and the army has not ceased to be suspended.

Interpretation: The sound of drums on the garrison blocks off people's comings and goings, and in the autumn of the side plug, a lonely goose is chirping. Since tonight, it has entered the white dew solar term, and the moon is still the brightest in my hometown.

There are brothers, but they are all scattered, and there is no home to inquire about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang City often could not be delivered, not to mention the frequent wars that did not stop.

2, Du Fu's "Spring Hope".

The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is deep in spring. When I feel the tears, I hate the birds.

The beacon fire lasted for three months, and the family letter was worth 10,000 dollars. The whitehead scratching is shorter, and the hairpin is overwhelming.

Interpretation: Chang'an fell, the country was broken, only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring is coming, and the sparsely populated city of Chang'an is lush with vegetation. Sentimental about national affairs, I can't help but tear up, birdsong is frightening, and it only increases the sorrow and hatred.

The continuous war has continued to the present, and family letters are rare, and one letter is worth 10,000 taels**. Worried, scratching his head and thinking, the white hair is getting shorter and shorter, and he can't insert a hairpin.

3, Li Zhiyi's "Fortune Operator, I Live at the Head of the Yangtze River".

I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. Every day, I don't see you, and I drink the water of the Yangtze River.

When will this water stop, and when will this hatred end? I only hope that your heart will be like my heart, and I will live up to my love.

Interpretation: I live in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River, and you live at the bottom of the Yangtze River. I miss you day and night, but I can't see you, but we drink the water of the Yangtze River together.

When will the endless river dry up, and when will the bitterness of parting disappear. I only hope that your heart, if my heart is unswerving, will not live up to my infatuation.

4, He Zhizhang's "Two Songs of Returning to the Hometown Doll Book, Part I".

When he left home and returned to his eldest child, his hometown accent has not changed, and his sideburns have declined. When the children don't know each other, they smile and ask where the guests are from.

Interpretation: I left my hometown when I was young and did not return until the twilight of my life. My native accent hasn't changed, but the hair on my sideburns has fallen out. The children saw me, and none of them knew me. They smiled and asked: Is this guest from **?

5, Zhang Ji's "Autumn Thoughts".

Withered vines and old trees, faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, ancient roads and westerly winds and thin horses. The sun is setting, and the heartbroken man is at the end of the world.

Interpretation: At dusk, a flock of crows landed on an old tree entwined with dead vines, making a terrible wail. The water under the small bridge is rattling, the smoke of the villagers by the small bridge is curling, and a thin horse on the ancient road is moving forward with difficulty against the west wind.

The setting sun gradually loses its luster and sets in the west. In the bleak night, only the lonely traveler wanders in a distant place.