Lyrics and verses about hometown

Sima Qian 《报任少卿书》 The rise and fall of the world is the responsibility of every man.

Lu You 《江北庄取米》 (江北庄取米》) The "lowly position" has not dared to forget to worry about the country. Lu You "Words from the Sick" (病起书怀), "I take the affairs of the country as my own duty.

Han Yu "send Xu Yingzhou preface" Gou Li country life and death, not because of the disaster avoided Lin Zexu Hun not yet extinguished, how to home for?

Huo Zaodong

Whoever lives has to die, he has to leave his heart in his hands. The rise and fall of the world is the responsibility of every man. The shame of Jingkang has not yet snowed; the hatred of the subjects, when will it be extinguished.

The strong will to hunger for meat from the hu captives, laugh at the thirst for drinking the blood of the Xiongnu. I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.

--- Yue Fei I will laugh at the sky with my sword, and leave my liver and guts in the two Kunluns. --- Tan Sitong 40,000,000 people shed tears together, the end of the world where is God's country.

--Tan Sitong In this life, who would have guessed that the heart is in the Tianshan Mountain and the body is old in Cangzhou! The heart is not dead, even though the temples are mutilated. ----Lu You The country is broken, and the grass is deep in the spring.

The flowers are gradually tearing up, and the birds are scared of parting. ---Du Fu The commercial girl does not know the hatred of the dead country, and sings the flowers in the back garden across the river.

--Du Mu But the dragon city will fly generals, do not teach the Hu horse over the Yinshan. --Wang Changling A moment of meeting in this evening, ten thousand miles of hometown love.

--Du Fu The garrison looked at the border, thinking of returning to the bitter face.

--Li Bai I heard the ancient tune of the song, and I wanted to dip my scarf in return.

--Du Shenyan The king's division has decided to go to the center of the plains in the north, and the family will not forget to tell their ancestors. --The Qiang Pipe is a very long time, and the ground is covered with frost.

The Qiang's pipe is a Qiang's pipe, and the Qiang's pipe is a Qiang's pipe.

The first time I've ever seen the world, I've seen the world, I've seen the world, I've seen the world, I've seen the world, I've seen the world. The world's most famous man, the Dragon and the Phoenix, is the first in the world! The world's best. Suddenly, there was a thunderstorm in the sky, and hundreds of millions of people rejoiced.

For the righteousness of life and death: life goes on and on. The first thing I want to do is to get out of the way and get out of the way. The world has been opened up.

The garrison drums break the line, the sound of a goose in the border autumn.

The dew is white tonight and the moon is bright in my hometown. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid.

The letter is long, but not reached, not to mention that the troops have not been rested Tianjingsha Autumn Thoughts withered vines, old trees and crows, small bridges and flowing rivers, and thin horses in the west wind of the old road. The sun sets in the west, and the broken hearted people are at the end of the world.

The Day of the Return of the People Xue Daoheng It is only seven days since the beginning of spring, and it has already been two years since he left home. After the return of the geese, the autumn wind - Liu Yuxi Where is the autumn wind? The winds of autumn have come from wherever.

The first thing a lonely guest hears is that he has entered the garden tree in the morning. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the flowers.

Silent Night Thoughts Autumn Thoughts on Tianjingsha The Song of the Traveling Son The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a traveling son. The thread is in the hands of a loving mother, and the clothes are on the body of a traveling son.

Who says that the heart of an inch of grass is a reward for three springs of sunshine.

The brothers are in a distant place, and there are fewer dogwoods to be found. The moonlight on the fifteenth night Wang Jian Crows roost in the white trees of the courtyard, and the osmanthus blossoms are wet with the cold dew.

Tonight, the moon is bright, I do not know whose home the thoughts of autumn will fall. Autumn Thoughts Zhang Nian The city of Luoyang sees the autumn wind, and wants to write a letter.

I'm afraid I can't say it enough, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to write a letter to him, so I'm not going to be able to do it. The first time I saw it, my bowels were broken, and I didn't turn back.

You should know about your hometown.

I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to make it, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to make it.

I don't dare to ask anyone about my hometown.

The first time I saw this movie, it was a very good one, but it was a very good one, and it was a very good one.

The tide is flat and the wind is blowing. The sea sun is born in the night, the river spring into the old year.

Where can I find the book of my hometown, the return goose by the side of Luoyang.

Where can I get the letter of homecoming?

After the return of the geese, the thought of hair in front of the flowers. Li Bai's "Hearing the flute in the city of Luo in the spring night" Whose jade flute flew darkly, scattering spring winds all over Luo City.

This night in the song heard the willow, who can not afford the feelings of the old country. Liu Soap's "The Journey to Shuo Fang" ("旅次朔方"), which was written by Liu Soap, has already been written in the past ten years, and I remember Xianyang every day and night.

For no reason at all, I crossed the Sanggan River, but I was looking at my hometown. The moon is bright tonight, and I don't know who's home I'm thinking of in the fall.

Guanshan Yue Li Bai The moon is out of the sky, between the clouds and the sea. The wind is blowing for tens of thousands of miles, and it is blowing through the Jade Gate Gate.

Han down the Baideng Road, Hu peep green bay. The first time I saw this is when I was in the middle of a battle, and I didn't see anyone return.

The garrison looked at the border, thinking of returning to the bitter face. The first time I saw it, it was a very long time ago, and it was a very long time ago that I saw it.

Li Bai: "A pot of wine between flowers, drinking alone without relatives. The first time I saw it, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.

The moon does not know how to drink, and the shadow follows me.

This is the first time I've ever seen a movie where I've had a chance to play.

I sing and the moon wanders, I dance and the shadows are scattered. The first time I saw it, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.

The moon and the moonlight are the same, but the moon and the moonlight are different, and the moon and the moonlight are different.

The moonlight in front of the bed is the light of the moon, which is suspected to be the frost on the ground.

Raise your head to look at the moon, and lower your head to think of your hometown. Moonlit Night Liu Fangping Deeper and deeper moonlight, half of the family, the Big Dipper appendage south of the Big Dipper slanting.

Tonight, I know that spring is warm, and the sound of insects is newly penetrating the green window screen. Chang'e Li Shangyin The candle shadow of the mica screen is deep, and the long river gradually falls and the dawn star sinks.

Chang'e should regret stealing the elixir, the blue sea and the blue sky at night. August 15 night moon Tang Du Fu full moon flying bright mirror, return to the heart folding big knife.

Turning Peng traveling far away, climbing the laurel up to the sky high. The moon is full, the mirror is bright, and the heart is in the right place.

At this time, I am looking at the white rabbit, and I want to count the hairs of autumn.

This is the first time I've ever seen a man in a house, and I've never seen him in a house, and I've never seen him in a house.

The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown. The moon is bright in my hometown.

The letter was never sent, not to mention the fact that the army had not yet rested. The moon is bright on the sea, the end of the world **** this time.

The lover complains about the distant night, and even the night starts to think of each other! The first thing you need to do is to put out the candles, and then put on your clothes and feel the dew. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.

Frosty Moon Li Shangyin first heard the geese have no cicadas, 100 feet high building water to the sky. The first time I heard of the geese, there were no more cicadas, and the water was a hundred feet above the building.

Autumn night under the moon Meng Haoran Autumn sky bright moon hanging, glossy dew stained wet. The moonlight is so bright that the moonlight is so wet and the light is so bright that the light is so wet and the light is so bright that the light is so wet.

The cold shadow of the acacia is sparse, and the sound of the neighboring mortar and pestle at night is urgent. The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night! I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.

Songs:

1, "hometown" Xu Wei

2, "hometown clouds" Fei Xiang

3, "bed in front of the bright moonlight" Zhang Bohong

4, "the sea, the hometown" Dong Wenhua

5, "in his hometown" Waterwood Yearn

Poem:

1, Silent Night Thoughts

Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

The light of the moon in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. The moonlight in front of the bed is probably the frost on the ground. (Beyond the Green Mountains: Under the Green Mountains) The tide is flat and the shore is wide, the wind is blowing and a sail is hanging. The sea sun is still alive, the river spring into the old year. Where can I get a letter from my hometown? The first is to make sure that you have a good understanding of what you are doing and how you are doing it.

3. Mooring at Guazhou

Song Dynasty: Wang Anshi

Jingkou Guazhou, between the water, Zhongshan is only a few mountains away. When will the moon shine on my return?

4, the night of the 15th of August, Penjing looking at the moon

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

Previously, the night of the 15th of August, the Qujiang River Pond Apricot Garden side. This year, on the fifteenth night of the eighth month, I looked at the moon in front of the water pavilion in front of the sandy head of the Penpu River. The northwestern part of the country is where it is, and the southeastern part of the country is where the moon is full. The wind blew yesterday and no one would, and tonight the light is as clear as in previous years.

5, Guanshan Yue

Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

The bright moon out of the Tianshan Mountains, the vast sea of clouds. The long wind is blowing for tens of thousands of miles, and it is blowing through the Jade Gate Pass. The Han Dynasty has been under the Baideng Road, and the Hu Dynasty has been peeping into the Green Bay. The first time I saw this, I didn't see anyone returning to it. The soldiers look at the border, thinking of returning to their homes with bitter faces. When the tower when this night, sighing should not be idle.

1, "Hometown" Modern: Wen Yiduo Mr., Mr., where are you going? You are in such a hurry, do you have something to do? I want to see if there is still my hometown around; I'm going away, I'm going back to the lake of Wangtian.

I want to see if there is still a white wave in the center of the lake, a green wave in the rice paddies, and if there are any sparrows playing martial arts in the branches of the water bamboo. Sir, sir, the world is so new and strange, you do not roam here, where do you prefer to go? I want to visit my hometown, I have my mind; I want to see if the chickens hatching eggs are in the rice plantation, if there are still pigeons' foot prints on the mud, if the white clouds on the sacred mountain change several times a minute, and if there are still swallows flying to people's halls to announce their happiness. Sir, sir, I advise you not to go home; only the life of a traveler is free in this world.

The heart of a wanderer is a monument, which has been indecipherable to the writing of his native land. Oh, I want to go home, I want to go home quickly, I want to listen to the waterwheel outside the door of the alligator all day long, and then I will take the music of my native land into the heart. Sir, sir, why do you want to go home? The world is full of glory and wisdom.

You don't know that there is a lovely lake in your hometown, and there is always half of the green sky dipped in the lake water all year round, and there are rabbits on the shore of the lake foraging for food in the twilight, and there are also dogs that don't chase after rabbits when they see them, and I want to see if there are any more of these things today. Mr., Mr., I can't understand you more and more, in the end, in the end why do you want to go home? I want to see how many thorns are still growing in my hometown, I want to see how many silks are still in a lotus root there, I want to see if my hometown still recognizes me, I want to see how many new monuments have been added to the cemetery, and how many blossoming bamboos can be found in the back garden of my house.

2, "Changxiangsi - mountain a journey" Qing Dynasty: Nalan Seide Mountain a journey, water a journey, the body to the yuguan that side line, the depth of the night a thousand tent lights. The wind is more, the snow is more, and the dream of breaking the heart of the countryside cannot be realized, and there is no such sound in the hometown.

In the vernacular: the generals are marching non-stop towards the Shanhai Pass.

Outside the wind is blowing, snow, woke up the sleep of the generals, evoking thoughts of their hometown, the hometown is how warm and quiet ah, where there is this kind of wind whistling, snowflakes fluttering noise. 3, "Hometown Zan" modern: a little bit of red in the Central Plains The moon is the hometown of the bright, the water is the hometown sweet.

I was born and raised, this piece of countryside. Even if you are not here today, you will still miss the flavor of the past.

You are a mom, but more than a mother. With the warmth of the arms, look forward to, my home.

The traveler, how longing, that beautiful place. I remember, that little forest, is the world of my childhood.

Even if the other country's prosperity. But it's not worth it, a cup of tea in the hometown.

4, "to the hometown" By: Zhou Jianhao To the hometown, let a bee, sting wake up the memory of childhood. The country road is the nerve endings of the hometown, only a gentle step, will step on the hometown wake up.

Go to your hometown, take a golden tortoise, and correct the old house that fell sideways. The first thing you need to do is to put a few bundles of thoughts into the stove and burn the smoke.

Go to your hometown, scoop up a handful of cicadas, and comb through the autumn winds of the past. The first thing you need to do is to put a few buckets of past events in the stone mortar and pound them into the moonlight.

Go to the hometown, roll a snow, pile into the shape of childhood. Put a few happy events, poured into a big bowl to drink the coming year is caressing the dreams of loved ones, but I am far away from the deepest of your nostalgia, nostalgia.

5, "hometown" By: Yunnan Arnen hometown, you are the heart of the hand, you put me inside, I have warmth. The back of your hand, you hold me up close to the sun, so I can have a beam of light.

Hometown, you are the mother, gave me the life of the strange edge. Hometown, you have to be safe, bless you with a bang, wellness.

6, "hometown" By: Geunlu mountain people Looking at the two sides of the interlocking Longshang ridge, along the weeds from the birth of the dam on the dirt road, to the end is the hometown - Suo Jiazhuang. The entrance to the village stood horrified a few old elm trees like the old man, guarding the village's future generations.

In the center of the village, you can see a few old houses with broken walls, recording the long years of the village, which is the paradise of my childhood joy. I was a little boy, I was a little boy, I was a little boy, I was a little boy, I was a little boy, I was a little boy, I was a little boy, I was a little boy, I was a little boy, I was a little boy.

In winter, the old people sit around here with their hands in their sleeves in the sun to talk about their families, and on summer nights, the women gather here after dinner to talk about interesting things in the village. Now, thirty years as one day, here is still in the heart of the temperature of that piece of hot home.

"Dew from the white tonight, the moon is the hometown bright", another year of Spring Festival reunion. The last train home is loaded with the expectations of the family.

7, "love the motherland more love hometown" Modern: Yu Qiuyu yellowish warmth, my mind follow that, surging in the north of the Yellow River on the ground flow meandering; my mind stirring to pursue that the Yangtze River in the south of the hot land of the waves of the Yangtze River water straight to the East China Sea. They are a touch of golden glitter in the coast of the country's life, and the two sides of the river are the paradise of the heart.

Heads up, the motherland is good. The first thing you need to do is to look down and see if you can find a way to get the best out of your home country.

The foot is my pursuit of the holy land, looking back. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.

The years flow quietly, along the road of time. The motherland is thriving a good, remember the past, a thousand years.

The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. I am pleased to walk in the countryside on the road, so? Then in the hundred miles of azaleas, only to know the paradise of flowers, bird paradise; into the grass sea, to feel the quiet of the sea; the rising sun from the God mountain climbed up, countless willow branches and the sea **** dance; thick countryside scenery and countryside, and who is drunk with? Who composes a folk song of the countryside? Standing in the breeze to feel the green trees and wild grasses emitting the fragrance of the instant spring flowers, cozy and infinite, strip of countryside roads in all directions.

Pieces of green woods dress up the hometown, the mind suddenly feel the long sword of the sky, love the motherland, more love the hometown. 8, "miss the hometown" modern: a little bit of red in the Central Plains The green rice paddies have been rare, the frogs, and the murmur of the autumn bugs in the end of the night, was once the melodious music of the heavens, the orange blossom scent of the March, attracting countless bees and colorful butterflies fluttering around, and the joy of looking at the hometown rain after the sky of rainbow, and follow the stream up the river, the rainbow, and the rainbow, and the rainbow. Rainbow, and follow the current of the fish happy, recall the sweetness of the summer fruits, obsessed with the warmth of the parents' arms in childhood, young playmates of the lovely smile and in the mind, no matter how tired and far, still y miss the hometown.

9, "hometown beauty" Modern: Xu Sheng The sweetest hometown water, the most beautiful is the village voice. The sweetest water, the most beautiful is the sound of the countryside - better than the jade liquid agar jelly, better than the earthly fairy music! The most important thing to remember is that you have to be able to get the best out of your life.

10, "Hometown" Modern: Xu Sheng My hometown is in that beautiful place, full of pines like a sea of green, branches and leaves.

The sea rises to the bright moon, the end of the world **** this time" (Zhang Jiuling), "Every festive season doubly misses his family" (Wang Wei), "Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think of your hometown" (Li Bai), "The dew is white tonight and the moon is bright in my hometown" (Du Fu), "The spring breeze is greening the banks of the south of the river again, when will the bright moon shine on me?" (Wang Anshi), "The bright moon was there, and it once shone on the colorful clouds" (Yan Guidao). ) Silent Night Thoughts The moonlight in front of the bed, suspected to be the frost on the ground, raising his head to look at the moon, and lowering his head to think of his hometown Wang Wei ---- "September 9th Memories of Shandong Brothers" Alone in a foreign land for the foreign guests, every festival doubly think of their relatives.

The brothers are in a distant place, and there are fewer dogwoods to be found. The mother's hand is full of threads, and the son's body is full of clothes.

The line in the hand of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wandering son. The most important thing to remember is that it's not just a matter of time, it's also a matter of time.

The Yellow Crane Tower The sunny river is full of Hanyang trees, and the grass is luxuriant on the Parrot Island. The sky is full of grass and the parrot island. Where is the countryside at sunset?

Poetry of longing 1. calling for friends ------> 2. cast me to the peach, return to the plum ------> 3. cast me to the papaya, return to the agar kui ------> 4. friendship in the acquaintance, flesh and blood, why pro ------ Han Lefu Folk Songs & gt; 5. husband ambition four seas, ten thousand miles is still than the neighbor ------ Three Kingdoms. Wei. Cao Zhi> 6. A close friend in the sea, far-flung realms as next door ------ Tang Dynasty. Wang Bo> 7. Knowing each other is not far away, ten thousand miles are still neighbors ------ Tang. Zhang Jiuling> 8. The young man is happy to know new things, and in his twilight he thinks of his old friends ------ Tang. Han Yu> 9. To meet friends through literature, only virtue becomes a neighbor ------ Tang. Zu Yong> 10.The same is the end of the world down people, meet each other why ever know ------ Tang. Bai Juyi> 11.Life friendships in the end, do not rise and fall in the middle of the road points ------ Tang. 贺兰进明> 12.人生交契无老少，论交何必先同调------唐. Du Fu> 13. Friends like paintings must be light, mountains like papers do not like flat ------ Qing Dynasty. Wengzhao> "the sea rises bright moon, the end of the world *** this time" (Zhang Jiuling), "every festive season doubly homesick" (Wang Wei), "raise their heads to look at the bright moon, low thinking of home" (Li Bai) The moon is the bright moon of my hometown" (Li Bai), "The dew is white from tonight, the moon is the bright moon of my hometown" (Du Fu), "The spring breeze is greening the banks of the south of the Yangtze River, when will the bright moon shine on me" (Wang Anshi), "The bright moon was shining on me at that time, and it used to shine on me as I returned to my hometown" (Yan Guidao). The Song of Songs in Water (水调歌头) In the Mid-Autumn Festival of the year cingchen, I got drunk and composed this piece, remembering Ziyu at the same time. When will the moon come back?

I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace. I want to ride the wind to go home, but (a) afraid of the jade tower, the high place is not cold. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good look at this.

The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. The first thing you need to do is to get the money to pay for it. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for the work.

I hope that people will be long, thousands of miles **** Canyuan Juan.

1. The road to my hometown The day I left home The night The road to my hometown is always in the moment of closing my eyes The road to my hometown is full of my childhood sorrows and joys.

Sweet and sour. Tears and smiles At this moment, I feel that no matter whether it was bitter or sweet, it is a melodious song in my memory, like a clear spring The road in my hometown carries the load of my yesterday Yesterday's me in rags Running with the wind on the dirt road full of weeds Chasing the spring with a smile on my face 2. The rain in my hometown must have washed away a clean village, and the waves of wheat rolled over in the dreams of the townspeople, and smoke rose from the eaves of a house among the green trees, and I imagined climbing up the hills of my hometown, and my father sat on the door of the old house and wiped the fatigue from his forehead with the back of his hand and lit a dry cigarette, and squinted to watch as the raindrops on the eaves of the house continued to fall, merging together to form a joyful stream, flowing out into the lush green fields. In front of the door, a donkey chewed the grass on a thick apricot tree, a donkey brayed, and the donkey brayed back, a white rabbit, as white as snow, suddenly jumped past me, stopped, and ran into the grass, a few chickens squawked and ran out of the grass, and one of them, with its neck stretched out, swallowed a worm, and a familiar sound made me look at the intersection, where a skinny mother was driving her piglets towards the house, and I saw her mother, a woman, driving the piglets towards the house. My hometown is a melodious, melodious, melodious song It's always at night when the moon is high, the stars are blinking, and a wisp of cloud is cut by the breeze It's always at night like this that I sing softly to my homesick heart Lovely, beautiful hometown Blue sky, white clouds, green hills, green water The golden waves of wheat must be rolling again Look, the folks are smiling again Tonight, go to sleep without worry Sleeping with my hometown and dreaming happy dreams When I wake up, maybe the donkey driven by my father with a whip will bring me some more hope. 5 Hometown, My Poetry Hometown, a village lying in a mountain valley I'll use the pen in my hand to combine the thoughts flowing in my heart and write a poem to praise you Hometown, Hometown The spine of the rolling mountains in the sky The streams winding in the ravines sing softly Under the moonlight, the lights are glowing with a yellowish color The wind blows up the corners of the night and the day inserts wings into the dreams of the people of the mountain area. Flying, flying, flying ...... flying to the glorious future, your hometown, under the faint candlelight, your son, with tears on his keyboard, arranges the sentences of his longing into jumping lines of poetry, going home on May 1, packing a bag of nostalgia, and stepping on a train creeping along the mountain road, dear hometown, your son is coming towards you, and the dust flies along the way, just like the flying nostalgia, in the dreams of many a wanderer, the nostalgia is like this flying nostalgia. The flowers are fragrant How many times has the wanderer's memory of his hometown been like this touching spring In the wanderer's deep gaze at his hometown, he draws out strands of attachment that cannot be brushed away Going home The wheels rolled over the mountain roads of his hometown, so there is a corner of the vicissitudes of the eaves of the house Hidden in the gaps of the leaves of the trees 7 Afternoon Wake Up Poem Hometowns are accustomed to entertaining the wanderer's return to their hometowns The wanderer is no longer accustomed to taking a nap in peace and quiet at home.

The sound of wind, birds, chickens, and tractors knocked the traveler out of his dream, and the sunlight slanted through the windowpane, and the birdsong and children's laughter echoed in the springtime, and he walked out of the wooden fence-like gate. Look, the wind is chasing the spring running in the blue sky, the micro clouds waving snow-white long sleeves to cheer for the spring, green wheat seedlings in the hillside spread carpet, hope of poetry in the hometown on the ground rolled the village side, the children holding apricot blossoms, pear blossoms, peach blossoms playful, adults rebuke the children to scare the spring away, you see.

A group of birds on the old acacia tree fluttered their wings and soared towards the westward direction of the sun amidst the reproaches of the adults. 8 Hometown, hometown, hometown, hometown, the place where I was born and brought up Every night when I drifted in a foreign land, my dreams were haunted by the image of you The winding mountain road has left behind every footprint of my growth, witnessing the growth of a boy from a mountain village, witnessing the slow development of a mountain village The green fields along the road are in the springtime, the green fields are in the springtime, the green fields are in the springtime, the green fields are in the springtime. The green fields rolling in the spring breeze are like the hopes of the townspeople floating towards the faraway land of their dreams The mountain beams connected to the fields extend to the faraway land of their dreams The peaks disappearing in the sky are the mountains that their grandchildren have been looking forward to from generation to generation The yellow houses lying under the mountains have weather-beaten faces and rough calloused hands stroking the childish faces of their children and grandchildren The willows and poplars surrounding the houses and the smoke from the cooking fires carry the smoke from the cooks The wisps of smoke from the cooking fires carry the wishes of the townspeople to the blue sky, and the cries of the sheep and cows wake up the homesick wanderer in his dreams, and he taps out a few lines of poetry on his keyboard, and like the river in his hometown, it flows quietly. My hometown is on the other side of the mountains, where the grasses dance with the wind, and the fields below are beautiful and fragrant, and the river in the ravine is like the pulse of the mountains. In the summer, the green leaves overflow and cool the sky in the fall, the continuous rain can't cool a lover's heart in the winter, but the snow can't bury the young people's impulsive feelings in the winter, there's my hometown on the other side of the mountain, the endless smoke of the cooking fires and the endless streams of the river, and the endless beauty of the scenery and the endless comfort, all of which is always nourished by an idyllic landscape that's plastered on my memory, and I'll be able to look out on my home town, and see the blank sky, and the moon, and my weary eyes, staring at the lights of thousands of families, shining and carrying the warmth of light, pouring into the night sky through my window, and maybe only the moon can be seen. Perhaps only in one's own home will there be a warmth of thought, a lonely figure, a dream, a pining heart, a true love that comes from the heart, a true love that is always revealed in caring. At this moment, the clock has struck midnight, and a wanderer who likes to look at his hometown is looking at the end of the dome of the sky with the faint light of a candle. 11 A wanderer misses his home town, and the moon shines brightly on the moon in the dream town, and the town misses the wanderer's heart, which loves the wanderer's heart, and the wanderer's heart is in love with the hometown, with a bend of a moon in a crescent moon, and a curve of a moon in the stars. The curve of the crescent moon in the middle of the night is the expectant eyes of my parents, the deep wishes of my brothers and sisters, and even the tender peach petal-like face of my lover. I am standing at the highest point of the night, gathering the smoke from the cooking fires of my hometown, but I am rubbing my deepest thoughts of my hometown together with the color of the moon and spilling them into the night of my hometown. 12 Dashangou - my home on the Loess Plateau, and the earth is cracked open here, with a big slit. There is a big crack in the earth, and in the crack there is a big concave pit in which lies the earth-colored hometown The rolling hills extend to the end of the field of vision, steadily like a crouching lion, and a sudden peak, day after day.

A: Songs about missing home:

The original scenery of the hometown

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Poems about missing home

Dew is white from tonight, the moon is the brightness of the hometown ------ Tang. Dufu> The young leave home and the old return, the accent of the country does not change the sideburns. ------ Tang. He Zhizhang>

Tonight the moon is bright, I do not know who is home to fall in autumn thoughts ------ Tang. Wang Jian>

Every festive season is a time to think of one's family - Tang. Wang Wei>

You come from your hometown, you should know about your hometown. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to make it to the next day or not. Wang Wei>

The light of the moon in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the moon, lower your head to think of your hometown ------ Tang. Li Bai>

Sun Meng under the Ginkgo Tree

The owls have stopped making noise

The ginkgo trees are full of delicate fruit

The last fog drenched the hanging flowers

Oh, dear Sun Meng

They say

The hanging flowers by the moat like to listen to

Our song

The last fog drenched the hanging flowers. Our Song

Oh, dear Sun Meng

Tonight

Will you sit under the moon

Against the ginkgo tree

And listen to me sing

The song that you and I know so well

Our Love

And listen to my song

Fly into the ginkgo tree forest

And fly over the moat

Toward the full circle of the moat

And fly over the moat

Towards the full circle of the moat.

Fly to the full moon

Isn't that right

"New Year's Eve"

Gao Shi of the Tang Dynasty

I can't sleep by the cold light of the hotel, and I'm not sure what's happening to the guest's heart.

I am thinking of my hometown tonight, and I am thinking of another year tomorrow.

"Returning Home"

Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty

The kindergarten child asked why it was too late to return home.

***Who fights for years to win the silk at the temples?

"Thoughts of the Countryside"

Li Mi, Song Dynasty

It is said that the setting sun is the end of the world, but when you look at the end of the world, you can't see your home.

I hate the fact that the mountains are separated from each other, but the mountains are still covered by the clouds in the twilight.

The Letter to the Family in Beijing

Ming Yuan Kai

The river water is three thousand miles, and the letter to the family is fifteen lines.

The lines of the letter do not have any other words, only that they have returned to their hometown early.

If I were to be transformed into a thousand million bodies, I would go up to the peaks and look at my hometown. The first time I saw this is when I was in the middle of the night, and the second time I was in the middle of the night. The night of autumn rain in Huainan, I heard the geese coming from the high fastnesses.

Miscellaneous Poems

Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty

You have come from your hometown, you should know about your hometown.

In the coming days, before the window, will the plum blossom?

The Farewell to the Ferryman

Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty

The ferry is far away from the Jingmen Gate, and it comes from the Chu Kingdom. The mountains are exhausted with the plains, and the river flows into the great wilderness.

Under the moon, the sky mirror flies, and the clouds are born in the sea tower. The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.

The Night of the Moon

Tang Du Fu

The garrison drums broke the line, and the geese sounded in the fall. The moon is bright in the hometown.

All my brothers are scattered, and I have no home to ask about my life and death. The first time I saw this is when I was in the middle of the night, and the second time I was in the middle of the night, I was in the middle of the night.

11, "Climbing to Wugongdai Temple on an Autumn Day"

Liu Changqing, Tang Dynasty

After the ancient platform has been swung back, I look at my hometown on an autumn day. The temple has fewer visitors, and the clouds are deeper than the water.

The setting sun is still on the base, and the cold chime is full of empty forests. The first time I saw this is when I was a kid, and it was a very good time for me.

The Bamboo Branch

Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty

Spring grass grows at the head of Baidi City, and the Shu River is clear at the foot of the White Salt Mountain.

The southern people come up to sing a song, and the northern people do not go up to move their hometown.

"In Chang'an returned to Yangzhou on September 9."

The Sui Jiang General

The heart chases the southern clouds, and the form follows the northern geese.

The chrysanthemum under the hedge in my hometown is in bloom today.

The Song Lu You

The Song Lu You

The Song Lu You is the first Chinese writer to write a book on the theme of "The Death of a Man", which is about the death of a man.

The king's division is determined in the north of the Central Plains, the family sacrifice is not forgotten to tell Naiweng.

The Fisherman's Pride

Fan Zhongyan of the Song Dynasty

The scenery is different in the autumn under the Seychelles, and the wild geese in Hengyang are not paying attention to the sound of the four sides of the border.

The long smoke and the sunset are closed to the lonely city in a thousand roaches.

A cup of turbid wine and a million miles away from home, Yan Ran has not yet returned without a plan. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.

People don't sleep, generals have white hair, and soldiers cry.

Thinking of Jiangnan

Tang Fang Gan

Yesterday's grass is withered and today's grass is green. The night has dreamed of boarding the return road, not to Tonglu has been and Ming.

18, "Crossing the River Han"

Tang Song Zhiqian

Lingwai sound and letters are cut off, through the winter and through the spring.

I am not afraid to ask for help.

The night of Chang'an is a night of stagnant rain, and the remaining lamps are filled with the sorrows of the guests.

The dream of returning to my hometown is not suitable for the fall.

20. "Send Wu XIX to Yuanling"

Wang Changling of the Tang Dynasty

The water of Yuanjiang River flows to Chenyang, and it is a long way to meet you at the mouth of the river.

Who knows how to look forward to the thunderstorm?