The scenery of the ancient poems of homesickness, describing the ancient poems of homesickness

The fear was said in a hurry, and the pedestrians opened it again.

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

The dew is white from tonight, and the moon is the hometown of Ming.

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.

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

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

1, "Thinking of People Every Day".

Destroy the vertical Sui Xue Daoheng.

It has only been seven days since the spring of the year, and it has been two years since he left home.

After the goose falls, the person is slender, and the thought is in front of the flower. Wedding notification text messages.

2, "The Envoy to Beijing".

Don Cen Shen. The old garden looks at the east of the road is long, and the tears of the two-sleeved dragon bell are not dry. Tahiriyah.

Immediately meet without paper and pen, and report safety with your words.

3, "Travels to Shuofang".

Don Liu. 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.

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 heard the willows, who could not afford to rent the state garden.

5, "Remembering My Brother on a Moonlit Night".

Don Du Fu. The drum breaks the pedestrians, and the sound of geese 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.

The poems describing homesickness are as follows:

The screen is lovesick, and it is useless to know it lately. ——Wang Guowei's "Dotted Lips and Screen Lovesickness" The east wind is not sorrowful, and the spring can provoke hatred for a long time. ——Jia Zhi's "Two Songs of Spring Thoughts: One of Them" is inexhaustible in lovesickness, but it teaches wind and rain to complain about autumn.

Zheng Banqiao's "Song of Basho" is ruthless and bright, and the love returns to the dream, and the boudoir is the same. ——Liu Ji, "Eyes and Autumn Thoughts".

Tingxuan is lonely and close to Qingming, and the wine in the residual flowers is sick last year. ——Zhang Xian's "Qingmen Yin, Spring Thought" is now returning to the north and returning to the green Luo. ——Liu Yuxi's "Two Bamboo Branch Words: Part II" is bleak, and I have been thinking about it recently, so I should forget it, and return to the bright moon in the middle of the night.

Wang Yisun's "Faqu Xianyin, Jujingting Meici Grass Window Rhyme" The cheap concubine kept the empty room, and she didn't dare to forget it, and she didn't feel tears staining her clothes. - Cao Pi's "Yan Ge Xing".

Pingshan blocked the phase of thought, and the sub-regulation cried to a silent place. ——Gao E's "Qingyu Case, Silk Incense Seal Thicker than the Fog" wants to drive people away thousands of fire cows, and the rivers and lakes are a sand gull. The state is eliminated - Lu You's "Autumn Thoughts" is a change in the wind, a change in the snow, and the dream of a broken hometown heart cannot come true.

Nalan Xingde's "Sauvignon Blanc, A Journey to the Mountain" in the machine talks about long-term hatred, and the flowers and branches upstairs sleep alone with a smile. - Huang Furan's "Spring Thoughts".

A night of lovesickness, the water is leaky, the edge is shallow, and the horizontal branches are thin. ——Chen Liang's "Dotting the Lips and Yongmei Moon" still hates the east wind and is meaningless, and it blows smoke and rain in the dark dusk. ——Zhang Si's "Momei" is lovesick and sails after the night, the dust goes with the horse, and the moon travels by boat. ——Liu Guo, "Liu Shaoqing, Sending Lu Meipo".