What are the ancient poems that describe the great changes in my hometown ?

Among the ancient poems describing the great changes in his hometown, the most influential should be the seven-character quatrain "Returning to the Hometown Puppet Book" by the Tang Dynasty poet He Zhizhang:

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.

There is also the five-character quatrain "Miscellaneous Poems" by the Tang Dynasty poet Wang Wei:

If you come from your hometown, you should know about your hometown.

In front of the window in the coming day, the cold plum blossoms?

Tang Dynasty: He Zhizhang.

When he left home and returned to his eldest child, his hometown accent has not changed, and his sideburns have declined. Children don't know each other, and they smile and ask where the guests come from.

I left my hometown when I was young and didn't return until the twilight of my life. My native accent hasn't changed, but the hair on my sideburns has fallen out. The children saw me, and none of them knew me. They smiled and asked: Is this guest from **?

Tang Dynasty: Cui Hu.

Translation: Last spring, in this door, the girl's face reflected the bright peach blossoms. When I came here again today, the girl didn't know where to go, only the peach blossoms were still there, smiling and blooming in the spring breeze.

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu.

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.

Tang Dynasty: Cui Hao.

The Hanyang trees are clearly visible in the sun, and the Parrot Island is covered with turquoise grass. It's getting late, looking into the distance, where is your hometown? In front of me, I saw a mist covering the surface of the river, which brought people a deep sense of sorrow.

Tang Dynasty: Wang Bo.

The Yangtze River has been stagnant, and thousands of miles will return. The situation is high and windy, and the yellow leaves of the mountains are flying.

Translation: The Yangtze River is rolling eastward, and I have been out there for too long. My hometown is thousands of miles away, and I miss it all the time. What's more, the autumn wind has been blowing strongly, and the mountains are scattered with withered yellow autumn leaves.

The verses of the hometown change are as follows:

1. The sea is born in the night, and the river spring 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 Bei".

2. Cavity Zen quietly Hu Ma Yi north wind, over the south branch of the bird's nest. ——Nineteen ancient poems of Han Dynasty "Xing Xing Xing".

3. In the night of Chang'an, the residual light is sad. The hometown is cloudy and watery, and it is not suitable to return to the dream.

4. I am more timid in my hometown, and I dare not ask anyone. - Tang Song Zhiwen's "Du Da Yuling".

5. Look up at the bright moon and look down at your hometown. - Li Bai, "Silent Night Thoughts".

6. Everyone is good in the south of the Yangtze River, and tourists are only old in the south of the river. The spring water is blue in the sky, and the boat is painted to listen to the rain. - Wei Zhuang, "Jiangnan Good".

7. It has only been seven days since the spring was born, and it has been two years since I left home. After the people return to the geese, they think in front of the flowers. ——Xue Daoheng, "Thinking of People Every Day".

8, whose jade flute is flying darkly, scattered people are full of spring breeze in Los Angeles. In this nocturne, the willows are broken, and no one can afford the old country. ——Li Bai "Listening to the Flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night".

9. 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".

10. Where is your hometown, forget unless you are drunk. - Song Li Qingzhao "Bodhisattva Barbarian".

11. The heart passes away from the south cloud, and the form follows the north goose. Hometown fence chrysanthemum, today a few flowers bloom.

12. 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? - Tang Wang Wei, "Three Miscellaneous Poems".

13. Children don't know each other when they see each other, so they smile and ask where the guests come from? ——He Zhizhang, "Returning to the Hometown Puppet Book".

14. Sad songs can be used as weeping, and distant looks can be angelica. ——Han Yuefu folk song "Song of Sorrow".

15, the childish child asked, why is it too late to return? Who fights for the years and wins the sideburns.

16. People say that the sunset is the end of the world, and the end of the world is not home. has hated Bishan to block, and Bishan is still covered by twilight clouds.

17. Where is Sunset Township? The Yanbo River makes people sad. - Cui Hao, "Yellow Crane Tower".

18, 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. - Liu Soap, "Journey to Shuofang".

19, in the past, I went back, and the willows were still there; Now I think about it, the rain and snow are falling. - The Book of Poetry, Xiaoya, Caiwei".

20. Always on a moonlit night, the appearance of the hometown sounds, but it is a vague longing. As if in the fog, waving goodbye, after parting, nostalgia is a tree without annual rings, never old - Xi Murong "Homesickness".

21, the young left home and the eldest returned, and the hometown accent did not change and the sideburns declined.

22. Outside the green mountains of Klook, in front of the green water. The tide is wide on both sides, and the wind is hanging.

23. 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.

24. The song of the hometown is a flute of Qingyuan.

25, 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".

26, the dead Yuan knows that everything is empty, but the sorrow is not the same in Kyushu. Wang Shi set the Central Plains Day in the north, and the family sacrifice did not forget to tell Naiweng.

27, whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three springs. - Don. Meng Jiao's "The Wanderer's Yin".

Childhood. Hometown is one.

Wonderful fairy tale.

Read in the haze.

Born hazy concern.

How many dawns greet the rising sun.

Looking forward to the sunshine and caring for the shoots of the branches.

How many dusks send the sunset.

Invite the evening breeze to gently blow this mountain.

Adult. Hometown is one.

Beautiful landscape paintings.

Folding it is the bag of life.

It's a story of civilization.

I once splashed ink in my dreams.

Depicting the mountain countryside is a piece of colorful glow.

The journey is a blink of an eye. Outline the rich flowers, open ditches, ditches, forks, forks.

Now. Hometown is a cup.

Digging Beam Brigade Pure fragrant tea.

Nourish the thirst of the judgment bench.

Resolve the fatigue of the trek.

Flowers bloom and fall. The face of the bare.

More radiant.

The years are getting old, and the pure tea fragrance.

Accompany the end of the cape.

A change in hometown.

The change in my hometown is really great, and the earthen houses have become high-rise buildings.

In the past, it was shabby clothes, but now it is abundant.

It used to be a sheep's intestine trail, but now it is a smooth road.

Ahh'What a change!

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

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

went back and took away the loess and nostalgia that belonged to the motherland.

Missing, from rooted in this scumbag land, missing, from the heart of the longing.

Love, beyond the nation, across the river, love, that part of the 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 miss deeply, miss their homeland, miss their feelings, and all their thoughts come from their hearts.

The wanderer's heart always has a longing for his homeland and a faint nostalgia.