Ancient poems about homesickness, ancient poems about homesickness

Don Kong Shaoan.

Falling Leaves" Falling leaves in early autumn are scattered like a guest heart. Flipping over the flight did not want to go down, still reminiscing about the old forest.

Don Song asked.

Title: "The Wild Moon Flying Goose in the South", it is rumored that this time. I have not done anything yet, when will I return?

The tide of Jiang Jing began to fall, and the forest was dim. In the Ming Dynasty, looking at the countryside, you should see Lingtou Mei.

Tang Wang Wei, "Memories of Shandong Brothers on September 9th".

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.

Don Lee Bai.

Silent Night Thoughts" 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.

Don Lee Bai.

Guan Shanyue" The bright moon rises out of the Tianshan Mountains, and the vast sea of clouds. The long wind is tens of thousands of miles, blowing the Yumen Pass.

Hanxia Baideng Road, Hu peep into Qinghai Bay. came to the battlefield, but no one returned.

The soldiers looked at the border towns, and thought about how bitter they were. High-rise buildings are at this night, sighing is not idle.

Don Gao Shi "Except for the Night".

The cold lights of the hotel never sleep, and the guest's heart turned sad. Hometown thinks of thousands of miles tonight, frost sideburns tomorrow another year.

Don Du Fu.

Fireflies are fortunate to come out of the rotten grass and dare to fly close to the sun. Before the book, you can order guest clothes.

The mantle is small with the wind, and the rain looks at the forest. The frost is heavy in October, and there are no rules.

Don Du Fu.

Remembering the 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 there is no truce.

Don Dai Shulun, "Landscape of Zhizhi River".

Panasonic spear pavilion is cool in May, and Tingsha cloud trees are blue in late. Pedestrians think about the infinite autumn wind, and the green mountains across the water are like hometowns.

Don Li Yi, "Boating".

The willow flower flew into the boat, and the water was led to the water flow. Hearing that the scenery is full of poplars, the sky is sunny and looks at the township building.

Tang Li Yi, "Listening to the Flute in the Surrendered City at Night".

The sand is like snow in front of Huile Peak, and the moon outside the city is like frost. I don't know where to blow the reed pipe, and I recruit people to look at the hometown overnight.

Tang Zhang, "Autumn Thoughts".

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.

Song Wang Anshi, "Docking the Boat in Guazhou".

There is a water room in Guazhou in Beijing, and there are only a few mountains in between. The spring breeze and the south bank of the Green River, when will the bright moon shine on me.

Silent Night Thoughts. Poet: Li Bai Dynasty: Tang.

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.

Docking Guazhou "Northern Song Dynasty) Wang Anshi.

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.

September 9 Memories of Shandong Brothers".

Tang) Wang Wei is a stranger in a foreign land, and he thinks of his relatives every festival.

The remote knowledge brothers ascended to the heights, and there was one less person in the dogwood.

Docking the boat in Guazhou. (Song) Wang Anshi.

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.

Qiu Si (Tang) Zhang Ji.

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.

Sauvignon Blanc (Qing) Nalan sexuality.

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.

The spring breeze and the south bank of the Green River, when will the bright moon shine on me. Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown.

The spring breeze is on the south bank of the Green River, when will the bright moon shine on me.

The ancient poems about homesickness include "Remembering the Brother on a Moonlit Night", "Thinking of the Silent Night", "Thinking of the Day of the People", "Under the Solid Mountain in the Second Bei" and "Traveling to Shuofang" and so on.

1, "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. ”

Translation: The sound of drums on the upper floor cut off people's comings and goings, and in the autumn of the border stopper, a lone 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, "Silent Night Thoughts".

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. ”

Translation: The bright moonlight shone on the railing of the well, as if a layer of hoarfrost had spread on the ground. I couldn't help but raise my head and look at the bright moon in the sky outside the sky window, and I couldn't help but bow my head and ponder, thinking of my distant hometown.

3, "People Think of Returning".

It has only been seven days since the spring of the year, and it has been two years since he left home. After the people return to the geese, they think in front of the flowers. ”

Translation: It's been seven days since the beginning of spring, and it's been two years since I left home. The day of going home is about to fall after the flock of geese flying north in the spring back to the earth, but the idea of going home is there before the spring flowers bloom.

4, "Under the Solid Mountain in the Second North".

Outside the green mountains of Klook, in front of the green water. 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 to reach the township book, return to the side of Yanluoyang. ”

Translation: The journey is outside the green mountains, in front of the turquoise river. The tide is full, and the water between the two banks is wide, and the sails of the boat sailing downwind are just right.

The night has not faded, the rising sun has risen on the river, and in the old year, Jiangnan has the breath of spring. I don't know when the letter sent out will arrive, and I hope that the wild geese returning from the north will be brought to Luoyang.

5, "Travels to Shuofang".

The guest house and the state have been ten frosts, and the heart remembers Xianyang day and night. For no reason, he crossed the dry water, but he looked at the state as his hometown. ”

Translation: I have been living in Bingzhou for ten years, and I miss Xianyang day and night. I don't know why I crossed the Sangganshui again, but I looked back at Bingzhou and felt homesick.

The ancient poems about homesickness are as follows:1, "Except for the Night".

The cold lights of the hotel never sleep, and the guest's heart turned sad.

The hometown thinks of thousands of miles tonight, and the frost sideburns are another year in the Ming Dynasty.

2, "Farewell to Jingmen".

Outside the Jingmen, come and travel from the Chu country.

The mountains follow the plains, and the rivers flow into the great wilderness.

Under the moon, the flying mirror, the clouds are born and the sea is built.

still pity the hometown water, thousands of miles to see off the boat.

3, "Silent Night Thoughts".

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.

4, "Traveling in the Guest".

Lanling wine tulips, jade bowls with amber light.

But that the master may be drunk, and he will not know where it is.

5, "Taiyuan Early Autumn".

When the year falls, everyone rests, and when the fire flows.

The frost is out of the jam early, and the clouds cross the river in autumn.

Dream around the border city moon, heart fly to the old country building.

Thinking of returning to the water, no day is not leisurely.

The ancient poems about homesickness are as follows:

1, "Homesickness".

Song Lee. People say that the sunset is the end of the world, and you can't see your home at the end of the world.

has hated Bishan to block, and Bishan is still covered by twilight clouds.

Translation: People say that the place where the sun sets is the end of the world, and I tried my best to look towards the end of the world, but I didn't see my home. I was already angry that the green mountains in front of me blocked my vision, and the heavy twilight clouds came to cover the green mountains.

2, "Stranded Rain".

Don Li Shangyin.

In the night of Chang'an, the dead light is sad.

The hometown is cloudy and watery, and it is not suitable to return to the dream.

Translation: The continuous night rain lingers in the night of Chang'an; Alone with the dim residual lamp, the guest is even more worried. The hometown I yearn for, the beautiful land of clouds and waters; What I'm afraid of is the dream of returning home, not suitable for this autumn.

3, "September 9th Memories of Shandong Brothers".

Don Wangwei. 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.

Translation: It is inevitable that there will always be a little desolation when you are far away from home, and you will miss your distant relatives every time you are festive with the Chung Yeung Festival. Thinking from afar that my brothers are wearing dogwood to climb to a high place, I will also regret because I am alone.

4, "Listening to the Flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night".

Don Lee Bai. Whose jade flute flew darkly, scattered into the spring breeze full of Los Angeles.

In this nocturne, I smell the willows, who can't afford the love of the old garden.

Translation: Whose house is this melodious flute sound wafting from? It flutters with the spring breeze and spreads throughout the city of Luoyang. Hearing the song of "Folding Willows" on the night of the guest house, who can not feel the sorrow of nostalgia for their hometown?

5, "Autumn Thoughts".

Don Zhang. 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.

Translation: The autumn wind was blowing in Luoyang City, and my thoughts were surging in my heart to write a letter to my family to greet peace. Worried that there was something that had not been written in the hurry, he opened the envelope again and checked it before the messenger was about to leave.

The remote knowledge brothers ascended to the heights, and there was one less person in the dogwood.

September 9th Memories of Shandong Brothers" is one of the famous poems of the Tang Dynasty poet Wang Wei. This poem writes about the wanderer's homesickness and nostalgia. At the beginning of the poem, he is close to the topic, writing about the loneliness and sadness of life in a foreign land, so he is always nostalgic for homesickness, and when he encounters a good festival, he misses it even more.

Then the poem jumped to write that the brothers who were far away in their hometown, when they ascended according to the customs of the Chung Yeung Festival, they were also nostalgic for themselves. The poetic jumps repeatedly, subtle and deep, simple and natural, and twists and turns.

This is born from the same root, why is it too anxious to fry each other?

The Seven Steps Poem is a poem by Cao Zhi, a poet of Wei during the Three Kingdoms period. This poem uses the same root and beans to metaphorize the brothers who share the same father and mother, and uses the fried beans to metaphorize the brother Cao Pi, who is a compatriot and flesh brother, mutilating his younger brother, expressing his strong dissatisfaction with Cao Pi, vividly and in simple terms reflecting the cruel struggle within the feudal ruling group and the poet's own difficult situation, depressed and angry thoughts and feelings.

Dream Li Bai (Part I).

Farewell to death has swallowed the voice, and farewell to life is always compassionate.

Jiangnan is a miasma, and there is no news of the eviction of customers.

The old man entered my dream, and I remembered my appearance.

I am afraid that it is not the soul of life, and the road is far and unfathomable.

The soul comes to Fenglinqing, and the soul returns to the black.

You are now in the net, why do you have wings?

The setting moon fills the beams of the house, hesitating to shine on the color.

The water is deep and the waves are wide, and there is no dragon to get it.

After Du Fu heard that Li Bai was exiled to Yelang, he thought about it and made it a dream. The poem is written in the order of before, during, and after the dream. The first poem writes about the psychology of Li Bai when he dreamed of Li Bai for the first time, showing his concern for the life and death of his old friend Ji Ji.

4.Under the west window, the wind shook the green bamboo, and it was suspected that the old man came.

"Full Tingfang: Blue Water and Autumn" is a lyric work by the Northern Song Dynasty writer Qin Guan. This word blends into the scene, and through the description of the bleak autumn, it expresses the poet's nostalgic feelings.

5.The Peach Blossom Lake is thousands of feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun to send me love.

"Gift to Wang Lun" is a farewell poem written by the great poet Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty to his local friend Wang Lun when he traveled to Taohuatan in Jing County (now southern Anhui). The first two lines of this poem describe the scene when Li Bai was about to go by boat, and Wang Lun rushed to see him off with a song, which simply and naturally expressed Wang Lun's simple and sincere feelings for Li Bai; The last two sentences first use "a thousand feet deep" to praise the depth of the peach blossom pond, followed by the two words "less than", and use the technique of foiling to turn the invisible friendship into a tangible thousand feet of pond water, vividly expressing Wang Lun's sincere and deep friendship with Li Bai. The language of the whole poem is fresh and natural, the imagination is rich and peculiar, although it is only four sentences and 28 characters, it is one of the most widely circulated masterpieces in Li Bai's poems.

6.Jiangnan has nothing, talk about giving a spring. Lu Kai's "Gift to Fan Ye's Poems".

7.I send my heart and the bright moon, with the wind until the night is long. Li Bai "Wen Wang Changling Left Migration Long Biao Yao has this send".

8.Suddenly remember the old people and now they are always old. It's good to dream. Forgot about Handan Road in a daze. Wang Anshi's "Fisherman's Pride and Ping'an Bridge Thousands of Peaks".

9.Just like under the lamp, the old man is thousands of miles away, and he returns to the shadow. Huang Tingjian's "Tea Words".

10.The spring grass will be green next year, will the king and grandson return? Wang Wei's "Farewell, Farewell in the Mountains, Farewell to Friends".

Don Kong Shaoan.

Falling Leaves" Falling leaves in early autumn are scattered like a guest heart. Flipping over the flight did not want to go down, still reminiscing about the old forest.

Don Song asked.

Title: "The Wild Moon Flying Goose in the South", it is rumored that this time. I have not done anything yet, when will I return?

The tide of Jiang Jing began to fall, and the forest was dim. In the Ming Dynasty, looking at the countryside, you should see Lingtou Mei.

Tang Wang Wei, "Memories of Shandong Brothers on September 9th".

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.

Don Lee Bai.

Silent Night Thoughts" 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.

Don Lee Bai.

Guan Shanyue" The bright moon rises out of the Tianshan Mountains, and the vast sea of clouds. The long wind is tens of thousands of miles, blowing the Yumen Pass.

Hanxia Baideng Road, Hu peep into Qinghai Bay. came to the battlefield, but no one returned.

The soldiers looked at the border towns, and thought about how bitter they were. High-rise buildings are at this night, sighing is not idle.

Don Gao Shi "Except for the Night".

The cold lights of the hotel never sleep, and the guest's heart turned sad. Hometown thinks of thousands of miles tonight, frost sideburns tomorrow another year.

Don Du Fu.

Fireflies are fortunate to come out of the rotten grass and dare to fly close to the sun. Before the book, you can order guest clothes.

The mantle is small with the wind, and the rain looks at the forest. The frost is heavy in October, and there are no rules.

Don Du Fu.

Remembering the 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 there is no truce.

Don Dai Shulun, "Landscape of Zhizhi River".

Panasonic spear pavilion is cool in May, and Tingsha cloud trees are blue in late. Pedestrians think about the infinite autumn wind, and the green mountains across the water are like hometowns.

Don Li Yi, "Boating".

The willow flower flew into the boat, and the water was led to the water flow. Hearing that the scenery is full of poplars, the sky is sunny and looks at the township building.

Tang Li Yi, "Listening to the Flute in the Surrendered City at Night".

The sand is like snow in front of Huile Peak, and the moon outside the city is like frost. I don't know where to blow the reed pipe, and I recruit people to look at the hometown overnight.

Tang Zhang, "Autumn Thoughts".

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.

Song Wang Anshi, "Docking the Boat in Guazhou".

There is a water room in Guazhou in Beijing, and there are only a few mountains in between. The spring breeze and the south bank of the Green River, when will the bright moon shine on me.