Who has poetry about nostalgia, poetry about nostalgia

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 was a narrow ticket.

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

Later, nostalgia is a low grave.

I'm outside, and my mother is inside.

And now, nostalgia is a shallow strait.

Homesickness (Xi Murong.

The song of the hometown is a clear flute.

It always rings on a moonlit night.

The face of my hometown is a vague longing.

It's like waving goodbye in the fog.

After parting. Homesickness is a tree without annual rings.

Never grow old. I'm on this side, and the mainland is on the other side.

Ancient 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.

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. Tang Dynasty. Wang wei.

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 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. Except for the night as Tang Gaoshi.

Motherly groaning. The line in the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt.

Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late.

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? (Wang Wei: "Miscellaneous Poems") left home and returned to the eldest child, and the hometown accent has not changed and the 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") Lingwaiyin book is broken, and 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") 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 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") is only seven days old in spring, and it has been two years since he left home.

After the people return to the geese, they think in front of the flowers. (Xue Daoheng: "People Think of Returning") whose jade flute flew darkly, scattered into the spring breeze in 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") The guest house and the state have been frosty, 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 Shuo Fang") drums cut off the pedestrians, and a goose 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.

The length of the letter is not reached, and the army has not ceased to be suspended. (Du Fu: "Remembering Brother on a Moonlit Night") Whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three Chunhui.

Yellow crane tower. Qingchuan calendar Hanyang tree, fragrant grass and parrot island.

Where is the sunset township, and the Yanbo River makes people worried.

The child is the kite line, and the mother is the mother.

Niang Si Er Tuo Yun message, Er Wangniang borrowed light from the moon.

Wake up in the morning, feel sour, and care for your mother.

Guanshan is thousands of miles of filial piety, and the only way to send blessings is through the screen.

The poems about the sorrow of the township are as follows:

When I was a child, nostalgia was a small stamp, I was at one end and my mother was at that end. When I grew up, nostalgia was a narrow ticket, I was at this end, and the bride was at that end. Later, nostalgia was a low grave, I was outside, and my mother was inside.

And now, nostalgia is a shallow strait, I am at this end, and the mainland is at that end.

Appreciation: In the poem, through the chronological words of "when I was a child", "when I grew up", "Later" and "now", the poem concretizes the abstract nostalgia through the physical objects of stamps, ferry tickets, graves, and the Taiwan Strait (Taiwan Strait), summarizes the poet's long life process and lingering nostalgia for the motherland, and reveals the poet's deep sense of history. The language of the whole poem is simple and true, and the emotions are deep.

About the author:

Yu Guangzhong (October 21, 1928 - December 14, 2017), a famous contemporary writer, poet, scholar and translator, was born in Nanjing, Jiangsu Province, and his ancestral home is Yongchun, Quanzhou, Fujian. Because his mother is originally from Wujin, Jiangsu, he also calls himself "Jiangnan".

Yu Guangzhong has been engaged in poetry, prose, criticism, and translation all his life, and calls himself the "four-dimensional space" of his writing, and is known as the "bright and blind colorful pen" in the literary world [3] . He has been in the literary world for more than half a century, and has a wide range of knowledge, and is known as a "multi-polyphoric artist". His literary career is long, broad and deep, and he is a contemporary poet, a prose powerhouse, a famous critic, and an excellent translator.

His representative works include "White Jade Bitter Melon" (poetry collection), "Memory is as long as a grinding slag on the railroad track" (prose collection), etc., and his poems such as "Homesickness" and "Four Rhymes of Homesickness", prose such as "Listen to the Cold Rain", "My Four Imaginary Enemies" and so on.

The poems of nostalgia are as follows:

1. 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".

2. 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. —Shi Li Zao—Li Bai's "Silent Night Thoughts".

3. Withered vines and old trees, faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, ancient roads and westerly windy thin horses. The sun is setting, and the heartbroken man is at the end of the world. ——Ma Zhiyuan, "Tianjingsha Autumn Thoughts".

4. The beacon fire lasted for three months, and the family letter was worth 10,000 gold. —Du Fu, "Spring Hope".

5. The white arboreal crow in the atrium, the cold dew and silent wet osmanthus. Tonight, the moon is bright, and I don't know whose house Qiu Si is. ——Wang Jian, "Fifteen Nights Looking at the Moon and Sending Du Langzhong".

6. 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's "Autumn Thoughts".

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

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

9. The cold lights of the hotel are sleepless and disturb Jane, what is the sadness of the guest? The hometown thinks of thousands of miles tonight, and the frost sideburns are another year in the Ming Dynasty. ——Gao Shi's "Except for the Night".

10, the bright moon of the Qin period and the Han period, the Long March has not been returned. —Wang Changling, "Two Songs Out of the Stopper".

11. I only wish that your heart is like my heart, and I will live up to my lovesickness. —Li Zhiyi, "Fortune Operator, I Live at the Head of the Yangtze River".

12, the young left home and the eldest returned, and the hometown accent has not changed and the sideburns have declined. —He Zhizhang "Two Songs of Returning to the Hometown Doll Book".

13. I am more timid in my hometown, and I dare not ask anyone. —Song Zhiwen, "Crossing the Han River".

14. Where can I get the village book? Return to the edge of Yanluoyang. —Wang Wan, "Under the Solid Mountain in the Second North".

15, a glass of turbid wine is thousands of miles away, and Yan Ran has no plan. —Fan Zhongyan, "Fisherman's Proud Autumn Thought".

16. If you come from your hometown, you should know about your hometown. —Wang Wei, Three Miscellaneous Poems, Part II

17. Draw a picture to understand the spring breeze surface, and return to the night moon soul around the sky. —Du Fu's "Five Songs of Yonghuai Monuments, Its Search for Birds III".

18, looking at the bright moon should weep, and the hometown heart is the same in five places overnight. —Bai Juyi, "Looking at the Moon".

19, come and dream at night. —Su Shi, "Jiangchengzi Yimao Dream on the Twentieth Night of the First Month".

Drink Jinhua wine together in other places, and share the sorrow of the wild goose.

Where is the return trip? Long pavilion with short pavilion. Xiao Xiao Wuye sent the cold sound, and the autumn wind on the river moved the guests.

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.

Troubled mountains and snowy nights, lonely candles and strangers.

A glass of turbid wine is thousands of miles away, and Yan Ran has no plan.

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

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".

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. ——Ma Zhiyuan, "Tianjingsha Autumn Thoughts".

The beacon fire lasted for three months, and the family letter was worth 10,000 dollars. —Du Fu, "Spring Hope".

The atrium is white arboreal crows, and the cold dew is silent wet osmanthus. Tonight, the moon is bright, and I don't know whose house Qiu Si is. ——Wang Jian, "Fifteen Nights Looking at the Moon and Sending Du Langzhong".

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's "Autumn Thoughts".

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

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

Nostalgia — in the afterglow.

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

I'm on this end. Mother is over there.

Growing up, nostalgia was a narrow ticket.

I'm on this end. The bride is on that end.

Later, nostalgia is a low grave.

I'm out there. Mother is inside.

And now, nostalgia is a shallow strait.

I'm on this end. The continent is on that end.

Poems that express nostalgia:

1 In the past, I went back, and the willows followed; Now I think about it, the rain and snow are falling - "The Book of Songs." Lesser. Picking Rose".

2 Sad songs can be used as weeping, and distant looks can be angelica - Han Yuefu folk song "Sad Song".

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

4 Whoever says an inch of carelessness will be rewarded with three Chunhui - Tang. Meng Jiao's "The Wanderer's Yin".

5 The hometown is more timid, and he doesn't dare to ask the person who comes—Tang. Song Zhi asked "Du Da Yuling".

6 When 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".

7 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".

8 Where is the hometown, forget unless you are drunk—Song. Li Qingzhao "Bodhisattva Barbarian".

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

10 Tonight, the moon is bright, and I don't know whose house the autumn thoughts fall on—Tang. Wang Jian, "Fifteenth Night Looking at the Moon and Sending Du Langzhong".

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

12 Only the mirror lake in front of the door, the spring breeze does not change the old wave - Tang. —He Zhizhang "Two Songs of Returning to the Hometown Doll Book".

13 When the young left home and the eldest returned, the local accent did not change, and the sideburns declined. Tang Dynasty. He Zhizhang's "Returning to the Hometown Puppet Book".

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

15 Sadness and sorrow, parting - Warring States. Clear. Qu Yuan's "Nine Songs. Shao Si Ming".

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

17 After the people returned to the geese, their thoughts were sent in front of the flowers—Sui. Xue Daoheng "People Think of Returning".

Homesickness Xi Murong.

The song of my hometown is a flute of Qingyuan.

It always rings on a moonlit night.

The face of my hometown, however, is a vague melancholy.

It's like waving goodbye in the fog.

Homesickness after parting is a tree without growth rings.

Never grow old.

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

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.

In fact, it is Wang Wei's most touching song.

There is a sense of sadness and parting.

When I didn't leave my hometown, my hometown was a painting spread on the ground.

I walked around the painting and saw only the distant clouds in the sky.

When I left my hometown far away, my hometown was a hanging painting.

As soon as you look up, you can see that every moon falls, through a thin layer of veil.

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.

Thinking about Li Bai in the quiet night.

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 is a stranger in a foreign land, and he misses his relatives every festival.

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's white arboreal crows in the atrium, cold dew and silent 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.

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 has only been in spring for seven days, and he has been away from home for two years.

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

01.Please ask the eastward flowing water, don't you care who is short and long? — Li Bai 02

Persuade the gentleman to have a glass of wine, and there is no one in Yangguan in the west. —Wang Wei 03Where to sail at dusk, the end of the world is broken.

—Meng Haoran 04The lonely sail is far away and the blue sky is endless, and only the Yangtze River skyline can be seen. — Li Bai 05

The sea memory is known, and the end of the world is next to each other. —Wang Bo 06Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown.

— Li Bai 07I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. —Su Shi 08

Alone in a foreign land as a stranger, every festival is full of relatives. —Wang Wei 09If you want to become hundreds of billions, scatter to the peak and look at your hometown.

—Yanagi Sogen 10Jun asked that the return date was not scheduled, and the night rain in Bashan rose in the autumn pool. —Li Shangyin 11

The spring breeze and the south bank of the Green River, when will the bright moon shine on me. —Wang Anshi 12I don't know where to blow the reeds, and I want to look at the hometown overnight.

—Li Yi 13Floating clouds and wandering children, the sunset is old. —Li Bai 14

Parting for a long time, without a reason. —Xu Shu 15I know that people's hearts are not like trees, and what do I mean that people are not like flowers.

—Xiao Zixian 16It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, and the east wind is powerless. —Li Shangyin 17

Lovesickness knows when it will be, and it is embarrassing to be embarrassed at this time. —Li Bai 18Endless is sorrow, and the ends of the earth are full of thoughts.

—Yan Shu 19Don't know how far and near you are, how desolate and boring it is! —Ouyang Xiu 20

The three more rain on the sycamore leaves, the sound of the leaves is parting. —Zhou Zizhi.