Verses of missing hometown and relatives, poems of missing hometown and relatives

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.

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.

Kezhong cold food 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.

Jiang'an Qiusi 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.

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1 The young man left home and returned to the eldest child, and the hometown accent has not changed, and the sideburns have declined.

2. 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 In front of the window in the coming day, the cold plum is not blooming? --Wang Wei, "Miscellaneous Poems".

4. The foreign voice of the ridge 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".

5.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 spring of the river enters the old year. Where to reach the township book, return to the side of Yanluoyang. --Wang Wan, "Under the Solid Mountain in the Second North".

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

7 Mother's hand is on the line, and the wanderer's shirt is on top. - Meng Jiao's "The Wanderer's Yin".

8 Alone in a foreign land as a stranger, every festival to think of relatives. --Wang Wei, "Memories of Shandong Brothers on September 9th".

All right? I'm Yan Simin!! Nantong Zhuhang Primary School, now in the 6th grade.

Finished at 18:41 on November 30, haha!!

Thinking about the moonlight in front of the bed, it is suspected that it is frost on the ground.

Raise your head to look at the mountains and moons, and bow your head to think of your hometown.

Homesick in the winter mountains.

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.

Jiangwai homesick Weizhuang.

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.

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.

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 sand is like snow in front of Huile Peak, and the moon outside the city is like frost.

I don't know where to blow the reed pipe, and I recruit people to look at the hometown overnight.

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.

Weicheng is light and dusty in the rain, and the guest house is green and willow-colored.

Persuade you to drink a glass of wine, and there is no one in Yangguan in the west.

September 9 recalls the Shandong brothers.

Wang Wei is a stranger in a foreign land, and thinks of his relatives every festive season.

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

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.

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.

On a moonlit night, I remember my brother 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.

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.

Fifteen nights looking at the moon.

Wang Jian. 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 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.

Alone in a foreign land as a stranger, every festival to think of relatives, remote knowledge of the brother ascending to the heights, all over the dogwood less than one person.

Here are the verses that express homesickness and loved ones::

1. Tourists did not return, so they began to feel homesick. - Don Wang Wei, "Listening to the Palace Warbler".

Full poem: Spring trees surround the palace wall, and the palace warbler dawns. Suddenly, the cry was temporarily interrupted, and the place was moved back to Lu Zhongchang. Hidden leaves perch on the dew, and climb the flowers out of the sun. Tourists did not return, so they began to feel homesick.

2. Unbearable homesickness, the more birds cry in the red hibiscus. ——Don Li Deyu, "The Middle Works of the South Road of the Lingnan Mountains".

Full poem: The mountains and rivers compete for the road and turn into a fan, and the coconut leaves are dark and barbaric streams. Sorrowful poisonous fog meets snake grass, afraid of sandworms and swallow mud. In May, she harvested fire rice, and the three watchmen reported the tide chicken. Unbearable homesickness, the red hibiscus flowers are more and more birds cry.

3. The trip has been cold food, and homesick tear wipes. - Don Lizhong, "Cold Food in the Guest".

Full poem: Travel through cold food, homesick tears 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.

4. How to connect Xiaoyu, half of it is homesickness. - Don Hanyu, "Sulonggong Beach".

Full poem: Hao Hao Fu soup soup, the sound of the beach is louder. The rushing stream is suspicious and the waves are like floating frost. The dream is dizzy, and the rain is cool. For example, He Lianxiao said in Zaoyuan Mountain, half of which is homesickness.

5. Only the night ape cries the sea tree, and it is embarrassing to feel homesick and look at the country. ——Tang Lang Shiyuan, "Gai Shaofu's New Removal of Jiangnan Wei Asks Customs".

Full poem: Wen Jun is a captain to Jiangtan, and Wu Yue is so good that he knows himself. Klook usually follows the shadow of bamboo, and people crack the filial piety at the bottom of the mountain. The flowers and trees of the edge stream should be far away, and the lichen should be to the south. Only the night ape cries the sea tree, and it is embarrassing to feel homesick and look at the country.