Verses about leaving home modern poems

Verses back to my hometown:1. He Zhizhang's "Returning to the Hometown Puppet Book".

When he left home and returned to his eldest child, his hometown accent has not changed, and his sideburns have declined.

When the children don't know each other, they smile and ask where the guests are from.

2. Liu Changqing's "The Master of Furong Mountain in the Snow".

The mountains are far away at dusk, and the white houses are poor in the cold weather.

Chaimen heard the dog barking, and returned to the people on a snowy night.

3. Du Fu's "Qiang Village".

The majestic red clouds are in the west, and the ground is flat under the feet of the sun.

The birds of Chaimen are noisy, and the guests are thousands of miles away.

My wife blamed me, and I was shocked to wipe my tears.

The world was in turmoil, and survival was accidental.

The neighbors filled the walls, sighing and sighing.

The night is more candlesticky, relatively like a dream.

Fourth, Rong Yu's "Chang'an Autumn Eve".

August is even longer, and people often get up early.

There is nothing to do behind closed doors, and the courtyard is full of autumn grass.

Last night, I dreamed of the west window, and I dreamed of Jingnan Road.

When a distant guest returns, it is better to be poor at home.

5. Jiang Kui's "Returning from Shihu to Tiaoxi on the Night".

Kasawa's vast wild goose shadow is faint, and the jade peak overlaps to protect the clouds.

The long bridge is lonely on a cold spring night, and only the poet returns.

1. Hometown Yao, when to go? Xiao Ji light boat, dreaming of Furong Pu. Return to your hometown, take a long artemisia, follow the river of the heart, drift to your hometown, and wander to your hometown.

The wanderers are still wandering, and they have not been able to return to their homeland, because their careers are in all directions. They were going to carry a boatload of starlight and return to their hometown with a shining light. Let's ring the bell of hope and look forward to seeing them again in the glorious season.

Hometown, hometown, hometown that haunts me, I will definitely make you proud of me.

2. Hometown is a painting. Sunny March, no matter which corner, ignites the color of spring green. The tree awoke from its slumber and stretched out its shoots and branches, which seemed so vibrant, and the grass poked its little head out of the ground, looking east and west, so pleasant.

Looking around, I don't know if it is the Danqing master who moistens the ink and dyes Hao, dashing, Linlin dots, shakes and picks, shakes the shadows, dances with flowers, Yile demeanor, and is happy on the paper.

3. Our hometown has preserved our childhood, or there are still youth and prime of life, and it has become a part of our life and ourselves. It's not a commodity, it's not a place to travel, it's not a program that's a round-trip ticket or a weekend pastime that can be given to any customer. The hometown has a few more things than any tourist attraction:

Your blood, tears, and sweat, how can I not remember the people, things, and bridges in my hometown?

4. Walk on the spring field with gentle steps, grab a handful of soil, exude an intoxicating fragrance, catch a butterfly, and gently release it The spring in the countryside is always blurred with beauty, and the songs of the land are mixed with the fragrance of wild flowers. The wheat sprouts were nourished by sweat, and the drizzle of the breeze played a melody that was not beautiful but very moving.

5. Walking on the path of my hometown, the nature, the harmony, and the comfort, like the wind, slowly drifted into my heart. Some of the roads in my hometown are concrete and some are dirt, but this has not affected my passion for my hometown.

6. Nostalgia is a clear flute, melodious and far-reaching, nostalgia is an ancient fairy tale, beautiful and moving; Nostalgia is a jar of old wine, fragrant and mellow.

7. Hometown is a crystal clear river, so it is named Qingjiang River, she is so tranquil and beautiful. She was like a big green silk horse spread in the valley, in the sun, shining, she rejoiced, singing all the way, when the breeze blew, rippling layer upon layer, and seemed to lift her beautiful dress to see the beauty.

September 9 Memories of Shandong Brothers" [Tang] Wang Wei.

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

The Zen brothers climbed to the heights, and there was one less person in the dogwood.

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.

Homecoming" [Tang] Du Mu.

The childish child regretted the good clothes and asked, why is it too late to return?

Who will compete for the years and win the sideburns?

Knowledge Expansion: Homesickness [Song] Li Liang.

People say that the sunset is the end of the world, and you can't see your home at the end of the world.

has hated Bishan to block, and Bishan is still covered by twilight clouds.

Translation: People say that the place where the sun sets is the end of the world, and I can't see my home. I was angry that the green mountains in front of me blocked my vision, and the twilight clouds covered the green mountains again.