Poems and songs about homesickness, poems and songs about homesickness

Fathers and Fellow Folks

I was born in a small mountain village.

There are my fathers and fellow villagers there.

The beard is full of stories.

There is a local accent buried in the smile.

Call me by my name one after another.

Call me by my name one after another.

How much intimacy, how much love.

How happy I am, my father, my fellow villagers.

Ah, father, old folks.

My hard-working and kind fathers and fellow villagers.

The tree is a thousand feet tall and cannot forget the roots.

I have lived in quite a few small mountain villages.

There are my fathers and fellow villagers everywhere.

Little rice raised me.

Teach me to be a man in the wind and rain.

Send me on my way at parting.

Send me on my way at parting.

A lot of advice, a lot of expectations.

A lot of affection, my father, my fellow villagers.

Ah, father, old folks.

My hard-working and kind fathers and fellow villagers.

The tree is a thousand feet tall and cannot forget the roots.

I share the joys and sorrows of my fathers and fellow villagers.

The Wine of September 9

It's September 9 again, and it's hard to get together on the night of the Double Ninth Festival.

Homesick people drift outside.

It's September 9 again, and it's even more sorrowful.

The intention of going home is always on my mind.

Let's go, go to September 9.

There are no spirits in another country, no greetings.

Only then can there be freedom in the family, and only then can there be September 9th.

Relatives and friends raise their glasses and pour them full of wine.

Drink this nostalgia drunk and fall at the door of the house.

Only then can there be freedom at home, and only then can there be September 9.

Good People, Good Dreams" In the spring, your smile warmly touched me.

Say goodbye to the hurt and pain of yesterday, my heart knows best.

Even though the night is dark, I know where to go.

I walked with you through the rain and the wind, and slowly drew my heart closer.

Just let me silently and sincerely for you in silence and all for you.

Needless to say, having a long relationship makes it feel different.

Even if there are all kinds of customs in the world, I still have a soft spot.

My dear, I bless you forever, good people have good dreams.

Good people have good dreams.

Hometown clouds Clouds drift across the sky of hometown.

It keeps calling to me.

When the breeze around you blows gently.

A voice was calling to me.

Come back, come back.

A wanderer who wanders the world.

Don't wander around.

Walking on heavy footsteps.

The road home is so long.

When the breeze around you blows gently.

Come back, come back.

A wanderer who wanders the world.

Come back, come back.

I'm tired of wandering.

I'm exhausted.

There were sour tears in his eyes.

The wind of the homeland, the clouds of the homeland.

Erase the wounds for me.

I used to be proud.

Returned with an empty bag.

The wind of the homeland, the clouds of the homeland.

Heal my wounds.

music...

Blowing the fragrance of the soil of the hometown.

Come back, come back.

A wanderer who wanders the world.

Come back, come back.

Come back, come back.

Don't wander around.

I'm exhausted.

There were sour tears in his eyes.

The wind of the homeland, the clouds of the homeland.

Erase the wounds for me.

I used to be proud.

The wind of the homeland, the clouds of the homeland.

Heal my wounds.

Returned with an empty bag.

The wind of the homeland, the clouds of the homeland.

Heal my wounds.

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

Singing during the day needs to indulge in wine, and youth is a good companion to return home.

Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown.

Except for the night work.

Tang Gaoshi.

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.

In the past, I went back, and the willows followed; Now I think about it, the rain and snow are --- poetry. Lesser. Picking Rose".

The sad song can be used as a cry, and the distant hope can be angelica--- Han Yuefu folk song "Sad Song".

Humayi north wind, over the bird's nest south branch --- Han. Nineteen ancient poems "Xingxing, Xingxing, Xingxing".

Whoever says an inch is careless, he will be rewarded with Sanchunhui --- Tang. Meng Jiao's "The Wanderer's Yin".

The hometown is even more timid, and he doesn't dare to ask anyone to --- Tang. Song Zhi asked "Du Da Yuling".

If you come from your hometown, you should know about your hometown. In front of the window in the coming day, the cold plum is not blooming? --Tang Dynasty. Wang Wei's "Three Miscellaneous Poems".

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, bow your head and think of your hometown --- Tang. Li Bai "Silent Night Thoughts".

Every festive season, I think of --- Tang. Wang Wei, "Memories of Shandong Brothers on September 9th".

Tonight, the moon is bright, and I don't know who will --- Tang in autumn. Wang Jian, "Fifteenth Night Looking at the Moon and Sending Du Langzhong".

When people gradually feel that the hometown sound is different, but they hate the sound of the warbler like the old mountain --- Tang. Sikong Tu "Five Comic Books".

Only the mirror lake in front of the door, the spring breeze does not change the old time, and the waves --- Tang. He Zhizhang "Two Songs of Returning to the Hometown".

When he left home and returned to his eldest child, his hometown accent has not changed, and his sideburns have declined. --Tang Dynasty. He Zhizhang's "Returning to the Hometown Puppet Book".

The dew is white from tonight, and the moon is the hometown of Ming --- Tang. Du Fu's "Remembering My Brother on a Moonlit Night".

Sadness and sadness parted --- Warring States. Clear. Qu Yuan's "Nine Songs. Shao Si Ming".

The days are far away, and the clothes and belts have slowed down --- Han. Nineteen Ancient Poems. Lines and lines are repeated

After the people return to the geese, Sifa --- Sui in front of the flowers. Xue Daoheng "People Think of Returning".

Away from hatred is just like spring grass, go farther and live--- Nantang. Li Yu "Qing Ping Le".

Cut constantly, the reason is still messy, it is sorrowful. Don't be a general taste in your heart--- Li Yu's "Seeing Joy".

Sometimes it's easy to see and sometimes it's difficult, the flowing water falls and the flowers go in spring, and the heaven and earth --- Li Yu's "Waves and Sands".

Life does not meet, and it is like participating in business --- Tang. Du Fu's "Gift to the Eight Guards".

Persuade the gentleman to drink a glass of wine, and go out of Yangguan in the west to --- Tang without a reason. Wang Wei's "Weicheng Song".

Don't worry about the road ahead, no one in the world knows the king --- Tang. Gao Shi "Don't Dong Da".

The water depth of Peach Blossom Lake is thousands of feet, which is not as deep as Wang Lun's gift to my --- Li Bai "Gift to Wang Lun".

Last year, the flowers were goodbye, and today the flowers have bloomed for a year--- Tang. Wei Yingwu "Send Li Dan Yuanxi".

It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, and the east wind is powerless and the flowers are --- Tang. Li Shangyin, Untitled

A glass of wine in the spring breeze of peach and plum, and the night rain in the rivers and lakes for ten years --- Song. Huang Tingjian's "Sending Huang Several Returns".

There should be no hatred, when will it be round when it will be goodbye? --Surname. Su Shi "Water Tune Song Head".

I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be thousands of miles together--- same as above.

The song Take Me Home Country Roads Rural roads take me home.

Hometown home.

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.

Anchor the boat in Kua Chau. 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.

Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to your hometown.

Silent Night Thoughts [Tang] Li Bai.

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.

Rainy [Tang] 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.

How will you comfort the solitude? Rely on this north window piano.

Cold food in the guest. Tang] Li Zhong.

The trip was cold food, homesick tear wipes.

The music book is broken outside the sky, and the peach and plum rain in spring.

There is no clue to drink, but there seems to be a reason for chanting.

Lose to his suburbs, how many people go to the green.

Autumn thoughts on the river bank. Tang] Du Xunhe.

Drive the horse by the river, nostalgia is born step by step.

Raise the whip and wave the willow color, and lose the sound of cicadas in your hand.

The autumn crops are long, and the cold clouds are about the ancient city.

The family is poor and has no land to return to farming.

Send friends on the river to travel south.

Tang] Zhang Qiao. Where nostalgia accumulates, the end of the world gathers turbulence.

The shore is long and the group is late, and the lake is wide and sails in autumn.

Buy wine and go through the fishing house, divide the lights and fishing boats.

When Xiaoxiang sees the geese, he should think of traveling alone.

Homesick for [Tang] Buxie.

Lubei pedestrians are absolute, and Yunnan has not returned the letter.

The flowers in front of the court are not swept, and the willows outside the door are climbed.

Sitting for a long time to sell silver candles, worrying about reducing jade face.

Suspense autumn night moon, thousands of miles to take care of the mountain.

Homesick in the winter mountains.

Tang] Zhou He. Ohno began to be strict, and the clouds and the sky were clear.

The trees are cold and scarce, and the mountains are rarely monks.

Collect the snow in the window on the back day, and open the furnace to release inkstone ice.

Suddenly returned to his homeland, and wanted to live in Xiling.

Yunmeng Ancient City Autumn Look.

Tang] Rong Yu. The ruins of the old country are here, and you want to visit the old one.

Once the people change, thousands of years of water and empty flow.

The dream of Zhu is late, and the Jingmen trees are autumn.

The clouds are not dispersed, and the nostalgia is seen from afar.

In addition to the night as [Tang] Gao Shi.

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 Ming Dynasty is sad for another year.

Hometown apricot blossoms. Don] Sikong diagram.

Send flowers and wine to enjoy the new bloom, the left flower branch and the right cup.

If you want to ask about flowers and branches and cups of wine, why are people different?

Homesickness outside the river. Tang] 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.

Yuanwang [Tang] Yuanzhi.

The eyes are full of sad winter scenery and, a mountain mangrove temple side.

Zhongxuan is infinitely homesick and tears, and Zhangshui flows eastward with jasper waves.

and Sanxiang poems. Tang] Gao Qu.

Thousands of mountains and mountains in the north and south, Xuanche who does not miss home.

Leaving Fang Han's sad traces alone, Mo is afraid of hurting Tao Li Yan.

Homesickness [Tang] Xue Tao.

The water of Emei Mountain is like oil, and I pity my heart and do not tie the boat.

When the film sails away from Jinpu, the voice sings in unison.

Song: Fei Xiang Clouds in his hometown.

Xu Wei's hometown.

Jiang Hui The song of her hometown.

Only the grass grows every year.

There is an ancient style of love for customers.

Relative plum blossom wine.

The people of Sijisi feel the same way.

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.

Rainy [Tang] 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.

How will you comfort the solitude? Rely on this north window piano.

Cold food in the guest. Tang] Li Zhong.

The trip was cold food, homesick tear wipes.

The music book is broken outside the sky, and the peach and plum rain in spring.

There is no clue to drink, but there seems to be a reason for chanting.

Lose to his suburbs, how many people go to the green.

Autumn thoughts on the river bank. Tang] Du Xunhe.

Drive the horse by the river, nostalgia is born step by step.

Raise the whip and wave the willow color, and lose the sound of cicadas in your hand.

The autumn crops are long, and the cold clouds are about the ancient city.

The family is poor and has no land to return to farming.