Poems that describe missing loved ones and hometown?

Updated on culture 2024-03-06
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  1. Anonymous users2024-02-06

    The autumn rain is bleak and the year is over, and the loving mother leans on the door for thousands of miles. Can Beiyan send a letter to his family? When to lick the calf's knees. - Original.

  2. Anonymous users2024-02-05

    Homesickness - Homesickness.

    Silent Night Thoughts"Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown"--Homesickness.

    Jiang Chengzi "Ten Years of Life and Death" - Thinking of his deceased wife.

    Book of Songs. Drumming" "Hold the hand of the son, grow old with the son." Thinking of his wife.

    A cut plum. The moon is full in the West Building" "There is no way to eliminate this situation, so I frowned but put it in my heart." Sif.

    Forehead... And also.

    Gain three pounds every festive season.

  3. Anonymous users2024-02-04

    Alone in a foreign land as a stranger, every festival is full of relatives.

  4. Anonymous users2024-02-03

    The following are the poems that express the longing for hometown and relatives:

    1. A sound of sycamores and a sound of autumn, a little banana and a little sorrow, the three watches return to the dream after the three watches. - Xu Zaisi, "Water Fairy, Night Rain".

    2. I asked if Lingnan should be bad, but I said: This peace of mind is my hand to stir the township. - Su Shi's "Youth Tour: The South China Sea Returns to Wang Dingbi's Socks Country Waiter's Maid".

    3. People say that the sunset is the end of the world, and you can't see your home at the end of the world. - Li Liang's "Homesickness".

    4. The moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time. ——Zhang Jiuling, "Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan".

    5, don't worry about the road ahead without a confidant, no one in the world knows you. ——Gao Shi's "Farewell to Dong Da's Second Song".

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

    7. Singing during the day must be indulged in wine, and youth is a good companion to return home. - Du Fu, "Wen Guanjun Collects Henan and Hebei".

    8. The spring breeze and the south bank of the Green River, when will the bright moon shine on me? ——Wang Anshi, "Docking the Boat in Guazhou".

    9, Luoyang relatives and friends ask each other, a piece of ice heart in the jade pot. ——Wang Changling, "Furong House Sends Xin Gradually".

    10. Deciduous cassava shoots, cold lights and lonely nights. - Ma Dai's "Autumn Residence on the Ba".

    11. The hometown is more timid, and I dare not ask anyone. - Song Zhiwen's "Crossing the Han River".

    12, whose jade flute flew in the dark, scattered into the spring breeze full of Los Angeles. ——Li Bai "Listening to the Flute in Luocheng on a Spring Night, Listening to the Flute in Luoyang City on a Spring Night".

    13, tonight the moon is bright, and I don't know who the autumn thoughts will fall. ——Wang Jian, "Fifteen Nights Looking at the Moon and Sending Du Langzhong".

    14. I hope that people will last a long time and live together for thousands of miles. - Su Shi's "Water Tune Song Tou Bingchen Mid-Autumn Festival".

  5. Anonymous users2024-02-02

    The poems of nostalgia for hometown and relatives are as follows:

    1. Flowers are not flowers, and fog is not fog. In the middle of the night, the morning goes. How long has it been like a spring dream? It seems that there is nowhere to find the clouds.

    Interpretation: Like a flower instead of a flower, like a fog instead of fog. It comes in the middle of the night and leaves at dawn. How much time can I have when I come to a beautiful spring dream? When he left, he was like a morning cloud, and he was nowhere to be found.

    Appreciation: "Flowers Are Not Flowers" is an ancient poem written by the Tang Dynasty poet Bai Juyi. This poem expresses the emotion of life like a dream bubble, like fog and electricity, and shows a kind of remembrance and regret for the beautiful people and things that have existed in life and disappeared.

    The whole poem is composed of a series of metaphors, the description is obscure but real, and there is rhythmic neatness and intricate beauty in the haze, which is a masterpiece of love poetry. Later generations have composed songs and have been widely circulated.

    2. Flowers, full of red branches. Luo sleeve painting curtain intestine broken, Zhuo Xiang car. Back to the face of the gossip, the grate of gold and phoenix oblique. Only Ruan Lang is exhausted in spring and does not return home.

    Interpretation: Thousands of flowers rush up the branches, covering the branches with red glow. The beauty stood on the incense cart, rolled up the sleeves of the painting curtain, swaying the lovesick concern in her heart.

    When I turned around and gossiped with people, I saw the phoenix hairpin and golden grate obliquely holding the thick hair. Could it be that her lover also became Ruan Lang, but the spring light passed away but he didn't return home.

    Appreciation: This poem is based on the spring scene, writing about the woman's affection for her husband. The opening two sentences of "flowers" first render the flowery spring scene

    The spring is blooming, and the flowers are in full bloom, paving the way for the heroine's appearance. The two sentences of "Luo Sleeve" write that the heroine appears, she is wearing Luo Yi, facing the painting curtain, and her lover is broken. From the beautiful scenery of spring to the description of lovesickness, the word "broken intestines" breaks the harmonious atmosphere of scenery and love, and the sadness of the music scene reflects each other, and the love is even sadder.

    Zhuo Xiang car", it means that the woman is in the curtain, and she is extremely sad, so she stands up to relieve her sorrow.

    3. The golden rui of the jade room should be in the hands of the jade man. The light moon is hazy, and there is a slight sleeve wind. Warm and fragrant, drunk and slow, the clouds hang down their ears. Thank you Sun or Chungong, it's not a bonus or a jade red.

    Interpretation: Thousands of flowers rush up the branches, covering the branches with red glow. The beauty stood on the incense cart, rolled up the sleeves of the painting curtain, swaying the lovesick concern in her heart.

    When I turned around and gossiped with people, I saw the phoenix hairpin and golden grate obliquely holding the thick hair. Could it be that her lover also became Ruan Lang, but the spring light passed away but he didn't return home.

    Appreciation: In just forty-four words, flowers are people, people are flowers, the human face is full of flowers, graceful and soft, the spring breeze is full of paper, the flowers are full of eyes, the human face is blurred, and the feelings are in the scene, which is to imitate Dan Min Li Bai's "Qingping Tune", but the portrayal of the high law is not worse than Li Bai, the first Yongren, the second Yonghua, the beauty of borrowing sets off the beauty of the people.

  6. Anonymous users2024-02-01

    The verses that miss my hometown and loved ones very much are as follows:

    The beacon fire lasted for three months, and the family letter was worth 10,000 dollars. Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometownThe spring breeze and the south bank of the Green River, when will the bright moon shine on me.

    Alone in a foreign land as a stranger, every festival is full of relatives. still pity the hometown water, thousands of miles to see off the boat. The dew is white from tonight, and the moon is the hometown of Ming.

    In this nocturne, I smell the willows, who can't afford the love of the old garden. Cut constantly, the reason is still messy, it is sorrowful. The soldier looked at the side, and thought about how bitter he was.

    In front of the window in the coming day, the cold plum blossoms are not blooming. Away from hatred is just like spring grass, go farther and live. The hometown is even more timid, and he doesn't dare to ask anyone.

    The two springs end on the same day, and people think of their homes. Deciduous trees, cold lights and lonely nights. In Handan, it is the winter solstice, and the shadow of the knee-hugging lamp is accompanied.

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

    Looking at the clouds and covering the eyes, homesick raindrops. Sad songs can be used as weeping, and distant looks can be angelica. Suddenly heard the ancient tune of the song, and returned to the scarf.

    Unbearable homesickness, the red hibiscus flowers are more and more birds cry. Pity the old garden chrysanthemum, should be open on the battlefield. The sunset melts gold, the twilight clouds merge, where are the people.

    complains about the king and grandson, and does not remember the return date. Only the night ape cries the sea tree, and it is embarrassing to feel homesick and look at the country.

    Silent homesickness, late return to confidant. Returning home is based on distant dreams, and homesickness is more homesick without dreams. There is no wine in the year, and homesickness is full of tears.

    The wind is cool in the high fields under the sun, and the tired horses are slowly driven away from homesickness. Travelers are homesick and sad. The lonely Shu road is long, and the birdsong mountain hall is homesick.

    Worrying about the end of the world, homesickness is the same.

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