Two ancient poems each for homesickness, learning, and cherishing. Hurry!!!! Masters

Homesickness. One of them: the bright moonlight in front of the bed, 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. —Li Bai, "Silent Night Thoughts".

Second: being alone in a foreign land as a stranger, thinking of relatives every festival. The remote knowledge brothers ascended to the heights, and there was one less person in the dogwood. —Wang Wei, "Memories of Shandong Brothers on September 9th".

Learn. One of them: young people are easy to learn and difficult to learn, and not an inch of time is indispensable. I didn't feel the spring grass dream of the pond, and the sycamore leaves in front of the steps have autumn sounds. —Zhu Xi, "Occasional Success".

Second: Reading is not aware of the deep spring, every inch of time is golden. It's not the Taoist who comes to laugh, Zhou Qing Kong Si is pursuing. —Tang Wang Zhenbai, "Two Songs of White Deer Cave".

Camaraderie. One of them: Qingshan Hengbei Guo, white water around the east city. This place is a farewell, lonely and thousands of miles away. Floating clouds and wandering children, the sunset is old. Waving his hand, Xiao Xiao Ban Ma Ming. —Li Bai, "Sending Friends".

Second: the city is supplemented by three Qin, and the wind and smoke look at Wujin. Parting with the king, the same is a eunuch. There is a confidant in the sea, and the end of the world is like a neighbor. Inaction is on the road, and the children are stained with scarves. —Wang Bo, "Send Du Shaofu to Shuzhou".

Spare time. One: persuade the monarch not to cherish the golden clothes, and persuade the monarch to cherish the youth. Flowers can be folded straight, do not wait for no flowers and empty branches. —Du Qiuniang's "Golden Silk Clothes".

Second: the green garden in the sunflower, the morning dew waiting for the sun. Yangchun Budeze, all things are brilliant. Often afraid of the autumn festival, the yellow leaves of the yellow flower decline. When will the hundred rivers return to the west from the east to the sea? The young man does not work hard, and the boss is sad. —Han Yuefu "Long Song Xing".

Homesickness. 1): 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. (2): Alone in a foreign land as a stranger, every festival to miss relatives. The remote knowledge brothers ascended to the heights, and there was one less person in the dogwood. Learn.

1): Teenagers are easy to learn and difficult to learn, and an inch of time is not light. I didn't feel the spring grass dream of the pond, and the sycamore leaves in front of the steps have autumn sounds. (2): Reading is not aware of the deep spring, every inch of time is golden. It's not the Taoist who comes to laugh, Zhou Qing Kong Si is pursuing. Camaraderie.

1): Qingshan Hengbei Guo, white water around the east city. This place is a farewell, lonely and thousands of miles away.

Floating clouds and wandering children, the sunset is old. Waving his hand, Xiao Xiao Ban Ma Ming. (2)：

The city is supplemented by three Qin, and the wind and smoke look at Wujin. Parting with the king, the same is a eunuch. There is a confidant in the sea, and the end of the world is like a neighbor.

Inaction is on the road, and the children are stained with scarves. Spare time.

1): Persuade the monarch not to cherish the golden clothes, and persuade the monarch to cherish the youth. Flowers can be folded straight, do not wait for no flowers and empty branches.

2): Aoi in Qingqing Garden, morning dew waiting for the sun. Yangchun Budeze, all things are brilliant.

Often afraid of the autumn festival, the yellow leaves of the yellow flower decline. When will the hundred rivers return to the west from the east to the sea? The young man does not work hard, and the boss is sad.

Shangshan Morning Journey" Wen Tingyun.

Get up in the morning to march to the priesthood, and go to the hometown of sorrow.

The sound of chickens is in the month of Maodian, and the track is frosty on the bridge.

The mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, and the citrus flowers shine on the post wall.

Because of the dream of Du Ling, the wild goose is full of return to the pond.

Docking Guazhou "Northern Song Dynasty) Wang Anshi.

Jingkou Guazhou is a water, Zhongshan is only separated by a few mountains.

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

Reading books has feelings] (one of them).

Zhu Xi) Half an acre of square pond is opened, and the sky and clouds and shadows wander together.

Ask where the canal is as clear as promised, for there is a source of living water.

Persuade Yan Zhenqing.

The three watches are lit up and the five watches are when the boys are studying.

The black hair does not know how to study early, and the white head regrets studying late.

Send Yuan Er envoy Anxi.

Tang Wang Wei Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow-colored.

Persuade you to have a glass of wine, and there is no reason to go out of Yangguan in the west.

Yihai miscellaneous poems. Gong Zizhen.

The vast and sorrowful day is slanting, and the whip points to the end of the world.

Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers.

Cherish the time" Tao Yuanming.

If the golden year does not come again, it will be difficult to regain the morning in one day.

Be encouraged in time, and the years will not treat others.

"Cherish the Time" Sanchun flowers are good, and they must learn early.

When the flowers bloom and fall, life is easy to get old.

So be it.

Listen to An Wanshan's song of blowing the

Nanshan cut the bamboo for the basket, this music from the turtle out.

It is rumored that the Han land is strange, and the Hu people of Liangzhou blow it for me.

The neighbors sighed, and the distant guests were homesick and wept.

The world does not understand the appreciation, and the long wind comes and goes.

The dry mulberry and the old cypress are swaying, and the nine chicks are chirping and the phoenix is chirping.

The dragon roars and the tiger roars for a while, and the hundred springs are in autumn.

Suddenly, it was mixed with the fishing sun, and the yellow clouds were depressed and dark.

The tone change is like smelling the spring of willows, and the flowers in the forest are new.

On New Year's Eve, candles are listed in the high hall, and a glass of wine is a song.

The theme of "Xi Zhai" is in the form of the universe, and the practice is accomplished.

Things are familiar with things, and art is learned from them.

Babies begin to crawl, and they can learn on their own.

Nanren have not learned at the beginning, and their habits are as smooth as walking.

Cheng Shu has more than enough ingenuity, and the cow is new.

It's all the same, and those who see it are surprised.

Only the gentleman learns, my way is deep and macro.

If you want to be poor in the sage domain, it is difficult to understand the subtlety.

The sages and the contempt, what the difference is and the Ying.

The fool falls into bad habits and goes into valleys and pits.

Good and evil are divided, and they should be carefully evaluated.

Mo will take Zhu Zi, and there is no Wei turbidity.

To see the source, practice the strict process.

The countenance shall be solemn, and the sit and stand without leaning.

Audio-visual is courtesy, and words are pure sincerity.

The season of 100 lines is the foundation, and the battle is like Fengying.

Conduct clean ice jade, Yu Liang Han Cangming.

After virtue is not good, it is not a close name.

At the beginning of Fang Qi's study, it was a war.

Righteousness and courage must be done, and there is an outdated self-coercion.

The time must be investigated, and the thinking is prevented.

Evil thoughts are swept away with pain, and they are as hard as soldiers.

Good and prudent support, as if it were a city.

The new ones are cooked, and the old ones are cooked.

The heart is indomitable, and the four bodies are clear and clear.

Peaceful and remorseful, and trapped in distress.

Who knows that among the people, there is this heavenly glory.

Shallow in terms of qualifications, and in the shape of a dragon.

The domination is not pure, and the blood is vertical and horizontal.

The years are not with me, and the province dares to be peaceful.

Taking the name of Xi as my motto.

Farewell to Jingmen (Li Bai).

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.

Moonlit night Yishedi (Du Fu).

The drums cut off the pedestrians, and the geese sounded in 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. Sending books often does not arrive, but there is no truce.

It shouldn't be too long, and you can choose from the following four songs.

Moonlit Night Memories of Brother Tang. Du fu.

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.

Homecoming Doll Book "Tang". He Zhizhang.

I have been away from my hometown for a long time, and I have been half-worn recently.

Only the mirror lake in front of the door, the spring breeze does not change the old waves.

On September 9, I recalled Wang Wei, a brother in Shandong.

Alone in a foreign land as a stranger, every festival is more than homesick.

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

Fifteen nights looking at the moon Wang Jian.

The white arboreal crow in the atrium, the cold dew is silent and the wet osmanthus.

Tonight, the moon is bright, and I don't know whose house the autumn thoughts are.

1.Listen to the flute in Los Angeles on a spring night.

Li Bai: Whose jade flute is flying in the dark.

Scattered into the east wind full of Los Angeles.

In this nocturne, you can smell the willows.

No one can afford to be favored.

Fifteen nights looking at the moon Wang Jian.

The white arboreal crow in the atrium, the cold dew is silent and the wet osmanthus.

Tonight, the moon is bright, and I don't know whose house the autumn thoughts are.

2.Except for the night.

Gao Shi The cold lights of the hotel never sleep, and the guest heart is sad.

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

Although I think that the ancient words are more sentimental and sad, after all, they are used to sing low, but there is no lack of homesick words, and there is Fan Zhongyan's Su curtain cover: blue clouds, yellow leaves, autumn colors...There are a lot of others, and some of them are inevitably mixed with subtle emotions such as seeing things and nostalgia. Let's introduce a piece of fisherman's pride on land tours

Where is the East Looking Sanyin? Thirteen thousand miles were heard, and the letters were written on empty paper. Tears are shed, and the book is back for next year.

Message: Hongqiao Bridge is in the water, and the boat is looking for brothers. Hope it helps.

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

The young man does not work hard, and the boss is sad. ("The Long Song Xing").

Today after day, how little today! Not today, when is this happening?

Tomorrow after tomorrow, tomorrow is so much. I'm going to live tomorrow, and everything will come to pass.

An inch of time is an inch of gold, and it is difficult to buy an inch of time.

The plan of the year lies in the spring, and the plan of the day lies in the morning.

Docking boat Guazhou Wang Anshi.

Jingkou Guazhou is a water, Zhongshan is only separated by a few mountains.

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

Hope you can adopt! Thank you!!

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

Nostalgia. In the afterglow.

When I was a child, nostalgia was a small stamp.

I'm on this side, and my mother is on the other side.

Growing up, nostalgia is a narrow ticket.

I'm on this end and the bride is on that end.

Later, nostalgia is a low grave.

I'm outside, my mother is inside.

And now nostalgia is a shallow strait.

I'm on this side, and the continent is on the other side.

Nostalgia in the poem 1 You come from your hometown and should know about your hometown.

In front of the window in the coming day, the cold plum is not blooming?

Wang Wei: "Miscellaneous Poems").

2.When he left home and returned to his eldest child, his hometown accent has not changed, and his sideburns have declined.

When children don't know each other, they smile and ask where do they come from?

He Zhizhang: "Returning to the Hometown Puppet Book").

3 The Lingwaiyin book is broken, and the spring is restored after winter.

The hometown is even more timid, and he doesn't dare to ask anyone.

Song Zhiwen: "Crossing the Han River").

4 Outside the green hills of Klook, in front of the green waters.

The tide is wide on both sides, and the wind is hanging.

The sea is born in the night, and the people of Jiangchun are old.

Where to reach the township book, return to the side of Yanluoyang.

Wang Wan: "Under the Solid Mountain in the Second Bei").

5 He was only seven days old, and he had been away from home for two years.

After the people return to the geese, they think in front of the flowers.

Xue Daoheng: "People Think of Returning Every Day").

6 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.

—Li Bai, "Silent Night Thoughts".

7.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.

Li Bai: "Listening to the Flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night").

8.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.

Liu Soap: "Journey to Shuo Fang").

9 The drums cut off the people's walks, and the autumn geese sounded.

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.

Du Fu: "Remembering My Brother on a Moonlit Night").

10.Get up in the morning to march to the priesthood, and go to the hometown of sorrow.

Wen Tingyun, "Shangshan Morning Journey").

11.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.

Du Fu: "Remembering My Brother on a Moonlit Night").

12.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.

Zhang Ji: "Autumn Thoughts").

13.Alone in a foreign land as a stranger, every festival is more than homesick.

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

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

14.In Handan, it is the winter solstice, and the shadow of the knee-hugging lamp is accompanied.

If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers.

Bai Juyi: "Handan Winter Solstice Night Homesickness").

Tonight, the moon is bright, and I don't know whose house the autumn thoughts are. —Wang Jian, "Fifteen Nights of Looking at the Moon".

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

The home of the moon. Peng Bangzhen.

One moon in the sky, one moon in the water.

The moon in the sky is in the water, and the moon in the water is in the sky.

Look down at the water, look up at the sky.

Look at the moon and miss home.

One in the water and one in the sky.

Silent Night Thoughts. 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.

September 9 recalls the Shandong brothers.

- Wang Wei. Alone in a foreign land as a stranger, every festival is more than homesick.

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

Fifteen nights looking at the moon.

Wang Jian. The white arboreal crow in the atrium, the cold dew is silent and the wet osmanthus.

Tonight, the moon is bright, and I don't know whose house the autumn thoughts are.

Qiu Si 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.

The autumn wind leads Liu Yuxi.

Where is the autumn breeze?

Xiao Xiao sent a flock of geese.

Towards the courtyard tree, the lonely guest is the first to hear.

Sauvignon Blanc. 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.

Tianjingsha Qiusi.

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.

People think about it every day. Xue Daoheng.

It's only been seven days since spring, and it's been two years since I left home.

After the people return to the geese, they think in front of the flowers.

The moon rises in the sea, and the end of the world is at this time" (Zhang Jiuling).

Every time I think of my relatives during the festival" (Wang Wei).

Raise your head to look at the bright moon, bow your head and think of your hometown" (Li Bai).

The dew is white from tonight, and the moon is the hometown of Ming" (Du Fu).

The spring breeze and the south bank of the Green River, when will the bright moon shine on me and return the disadvantages" (Wang Anshi), when the bright moon was there, and the colorful clouds returned" (Yan Jidao).

Thinking about the bright moonlight in front of the bed in the quiet night, it is suspected that it is frost on the ground, looking up at the bright moon in front of him, and looking down at his hometown.