Write a poem that misses the motherland or the homeland who will??? ）

I love this land, love deeply!

Is it okay to copy? "Silent Night Thoughts".

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

If you want to become hundreds of billions, scatter to the peak and look at your hometown.

1. Being alone in a foreign land as a stranger, thinking of relatives every festival. Tang Wang Wei, "Memories of Shandong Brothers on September 9th".

Translation: Leaving home alone as a guest in a foreign country, I miss my relatives especially when the festive season comes.

2. Raise your head to look at the bright moon and think of your hometown. Don Li Bai "Silent Night Lacks Imitation".

Translation: I couldn't help but raise my head and look at the bright moon in the sky outside the window, and I couldn't help but bow my head and ponder, thinking of my hometown in the distance.

3. The young left home and the eldest returned, and the hometown accent did not change and the sideburns declined. Don He Zhizhang "Returning to the Hometown Doll Book".

Translation: I left my hometown when I was young and did not return until the twilight of my life. My native accent has not changed, but the hair on my sideburns has turned gray.

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

Translation: Today is the White Dew Festival, I miss my family more, or I feel that the moon in my hometown is brighter.

5. The candle has a heart to say goodbye, and weeps for others until dawn. Don Du Mu "Farewell".

Translation: The desk candle has a heart, and it will say goodbye, you see it sheds tears for us until dawn.

1. Spring Hope.

Author] Du Fu [Dynasty] Tang.

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.

Vernacular translation: Chang'an fell, the country was broken, only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring is coming, and the sparsely populated city of Chang'an is lush with vegetation.

Sentimental about national affairs, I can't help but tear up, birdsong is frightening, and it only increases the sorrow and hatred.

The continuous war has continued to the present, and family letters are rare, and one letter is worth 10,000 taels**.

Worried, scratching his head and thinking, the white hair is getting shorter and shorter, and he can't insert a hairpin.

2, "Silent Night Thoughts".

Author] Li Bai [Dynasty] Tang.

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.

Vernacular translation: The bright moonlight sprinkled on the window paper in front of the bed, as if a layer of hoarfrost had spread on the ground.

I couldn't help but raise my head and look at the bright moon in the sky outside the sky window, and I couldn't help but bow my head and ponder, thinking of my distant hometown.

3, "Furong House Sends Xin Gradually".

Author] Wang Changling 【Dynasty】Tang.

The cold rain and the river entered Wu at night, and Pingming sent the guests to Chushan Lonely.

Luoyang relatives and friends asked each other, and a piece of ice was in the jade pot.

Vernacular translation: The misty smoke and rain sprinkled all over Wudi and Jiangtian overnight; Send you away in the morning, and be lonely and sorrowful to Chushan!

Friends, if relatives and friends in Luoyang ask about me; Let's just say that I am still the Ice Heart Jade Pot, stick to my faith!

4, "Docking Guazhou".

Author] Wang Anshi [Dynasty] Song.

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?

Vernacular translation: Jingkou and Guazhou are only a water away, and Zhongshan is only separated by a few green mountains.

The gentle spring breeze blows green on the south bank of the river again, the bright moon in the sky, when will you be able to go home according to me?

5, "September 9th Memories of Shandong Brothers".

Author] Wang Wei [Dynasty] Tang.

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.

Vernacular translation: It is inevitable that there will always be a little desolation when you are far away from home, and you will miss your distant relatives every time you are festive with the Double Ninth Festival.

Thinking from afar that my brothers are wearing dogwoods to climb to a high place, I will also regret because I am alone.

Homesickness and quiet 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.

I miss my homeland. Du Fu's "Spring Hope": "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. ”

Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Zero Ding Yang": "Once the hardships have been encountered, there are few stars around. The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is fluttering, and the life experience is ups and downs. The panicked beachhead said panic, and the zero ding sighed in the ocean. Since ancient times, no one has died, leaving Dan to take care of his sweat. ”

1 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? (Wang Wei: "Miscellaneous Poems") 2 The young 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 Doll Book") 3 The Lingwaiyin book is broken, and the winter is restored to spring.

The hometown is even more timid, and he doesn't dare to ask anyone. (Song Zhiwen: "Crossing the Han River") 4 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") 5 people have only been seven days in spring, and they have been away from home for two years.

After the people return to the geese, they think in front of the flowers. (Xue Daoheng: "People Thinking of Returning") 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 in the dark, 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") 8 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: "Traveling to Shuo Fang") 9 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").

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

Li Bai used the poem "Raise your head to look at the bright moon, bow your head and think of your hometown" to express his longing for his hometown, "The dew is white tonight, and the moon is the hometown of Ming." ”

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

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

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.

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

The spring grass will be green next year, and the king and grandson will not return.

The free flying flowers are as light as a dream, and the boundless rain is as thin as sorrow.

Where to synthesize sorrow, away from people's hearts. —Wu Wenying.

Leaving people speechless, the drizzle and the wind cover the door. —Yang Shen.

Things are people, and everything is restless, and tears flow first. —Li Qingzhao.

Because of the hard thinking of people, parting with sorrow and hatred, when is it infinite? - Liu Yongming's moon tower is high and recess alone, and the wine enters the bowels of sorrow and turns into lovesick tears. —Fan Zhong drowns the end of the world, returns from the mountains, and looks at the heart of the old garden.

—Su Shi's two springs are at the end of the same day, and people think of their homes. —Bai Juyi is looking forward to the moon tonight, I don't know who is thinking about autumn? —Wang Jian.

Homesickness has not changed for sixty years, it is the faint homesickness, how many years of forgetting, is the desire to go home.

Returned, bringing with him the feelings of the wanderer's longing to return home.

I went back, and took away the loess that belonged to the motherland, the nostalgia, from the root in this land, the longing, the thirst for love from the heart, beyond the nation, across the river, love, that piece of loess, a piece of nostalgia.

Some people say that it is a constant stream of thoughts. Confusion of sorrow.

Some people say that it is a constant love, and the expectation is in my heart.

Homesickness is rain, homesickness is sorrow, longing comes from the homeland, and longing comes from homesickness.

Love will understand in the depths that longing is a knife, but no matter how sharp the knife is, it will not cut the nostalgia.

People who leave home are deeply nostalgic, nostalgic for their homeland, nostalgic for their feelings, and all the thoughts come from the inner wanderer's heart, always with a desire for their homeland, and a faint nostalgia.

September 9 recalls the Shandong brothers.

Tang] Wang Wei. Alone in a foreign land as a stranger, every festival is full of relatives.

The remote knowledge brothers ascended to the heights.

Don't stick a dogwood with one less person.