Previously, I was in the past, the willows were still standing; now I am in the future, the rain and snow are falling
I think of returning to my hometown on a human day
Soi Xue Daoheng
I think of returning to my hometown after the geese have fallen, and I think of the hair in front of the flowers
I am returning to my hometown after the geese have fallen, and I think of the hair in front of the flowers
I am leaving my hometown after years of being away from my hometown.
The night of the moon is the night of a hundred million people, Dufu
The garrison drums have broken the line of people, and the geese at the edge of the border are singing in the fall. The dew is white tonight, and 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, I was in the middle of the night.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, I was in the middle of the night, I was in the middle of the night.
I know where my brothers climbed to the top of the mountain, and I have to put in cornelian cherry on the top of the mountain
Miscellaneous Poems by Tang Wang Wei
When you come from your hometown, you should know the things in your hometown. The first time I saw it, I was in front of the window, and the second time I saw it, I was in front of the window, and the third time I saw it.
Weicheng Song, Tang Wang Wei
We advise you to drink a glass of wine, and there is no old man in the west
New Year's Eve, Tang Gao Xie
I can't sleep by the cold light in the hotel, what's the matter with the guest
The hometown I am thinking of tonight, and the frosty sideburns will be there in another year tomorrow
1, Evening Scene of the Spring River
Tang dynasty：Zhang Jiuling
The scene in the Jianglin forest is a beautiful one.
The river and the forest are full of hair, and the clouds and the sun are fresh.
The road to the expedition is here, and the heart of spring is very small.
The first time I saw it, it was a very good one, but it was a very good one, and it was a very good one.
The remaining flowers are all over the boat at dusk.
Translation
The riverside forests are lush, and the flowers are in full bloom; the clouds in the sky reflect the setting sun, and the scene is bright and beautiful.
The journey to this beautiful scene, surprise feelings suddenly born. I'm not sure if I've ever had a good time, but I'm sure I've never had a good time, and I'm sure I've never had a good time.
As the sun sets, the entire river is bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, and the water is flooded with golden light.
The falling flower petals with the evening sunshine sprinkled on the ferry boat, such a beautiful and charming scene, how can not let a person praise.
2. Flower Island
Tang Dynasty: Han Yu
The bees and butterflies have gone to the island, and the fragrant wind is heard across the shore.
If you want to know where the flower island is, look for red clouds on the water.
Translation
The bees and butterflies all flew in the same direction. Following the direction of the bees and butterflies, I mobilized my sense of smell, and immediately felt the fragrance of the nose being transmitted across the wide surface of the river.
Want to know where the island in the river full of flowers is? Across the wide river, just vaguely visible in the distance seems to be a red cloud.
3, Jiangnan travel
Tang Dynasty: Zu Yong
Chu mountains can not be extreme, the road back but depressed.
The sea color is clear to see the rain, the sound of the river at night to listen to the tide.
The sword is near the southern bucket, and the book is far away from the northern wind.
I have no media to send a letter to Luoqiao to report on the orange in the empty pool.
The mountains of the Chu region are endless, and the road back to my hometown is so rugged and desolate.
When I see the sunrise in the East China Sea, I know it is going to rain; when I hear the sound of the surging waves of the great river, I know the night tide is coming.
I book and sword drifting, detained nearly under the South Dipper, the hometown is far away, it is difficult to collect the letters of home, my family under the north wind of the geese, blowing to the south and can not return to the north.
Wu Tan's beautiful orange ripe, want to send a little home, but unfortunately no one to bring it to Luoyang.
The Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
In the late spring of March, the Wu Gorge is long, and the filtration clouds are floating in the sunlight.
The sound of thunder suddenly sends a thousand peaks of rain, and the gas of flowers is like the fragrance of a hundred and a hundred.
The yellow warbler goes back over the water, and the swallow is wet with mud.
The curtains of the fly pavilion are rolled up in the picture, and the emptiness is only a little to Xiaoxiang.
Translation
The March of spring in Wushu Gorge seems to be longer than the rest of the world, and the white clouds in the sky are bright with the wind, reflecting the sunlight.
Suddenly came the sound of thunder, immediately started a heavy rain, between heaven and earth, high mountains and peaks are covered in the pale rain, the rain suddenly gathered and dispersed, the fresh air is immediately filled with a variety of flowers.
The delicate yellow warbler encountered thunderstorms, panic turned back, perched uncertainty; while the swallow is different, it braves the rain to work, fly against the wind.
Open my window roller shutters, in front of me is a beautiful picture, the picture of the scenery in the gorges is magnificent, high mountains and water, thunderstorms, but also lacks the vast vastness of the Xiaoxiang dongting.
5, Butterfly Lovers - spring appendage grass break
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Spring appendage grass break. The scenery in the guest house is again after the Qingming Festival. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that. The first time I saw this, I heard the cries of a cuckoo in the red.
The river and mountains are divided into Chu and Yue. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and it was the first time I had ever seen a kid. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and it was the first time I had ever seen a kid. The first time I saw it, it was a very good one, and the second time I saw it, it was a very good one.
Translation
Originally, spring is the season of blossoming flowers, weeds, everywhere there is a pleasing, joyful scene. But the good times did not last long, and this beautiful scenery has long since passed. I've been in a foreign land for a long time, and it's the Qingming Festival again. Sitting in a small courtyard at dusk, I miss my relatives. However, when the flowers fell everywhere, I met the bird of Burrows.
The place where the relatives are located and here is only a stone's throw away from the river and mountains, but also divided into Chu Yue boundary area, can not freely come and go and can only look at each other, the fish and geese to communicate. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do to help you. By five o'clock, not only the beautiful dream is not, and let a person wake up in the dream and the piercing sound of the horn. How can this not make the guest of honor for the heartbreak?
3. 10 poems in praise of hometown1, "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, go to the end of 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.
4. There are 20 ancient poems about homesickness1, "Out of the Seaside Two Songs - One" Tang Dynasty: Wang Changling Original text: Qin time bright moon Han time customs, ten thousand miles long march people have not returned.
But the Dragon City is still a place where the flying generals are, and we don't want to teach the hu horses to cross the Yinshan Mountain.
If Li Guang, the flying general of Longcheng, is still there, he will not allow the Huns to go south to the Yinshan Mountains. 2. "Hibiscus Tower Sends Xin Jian" Tang Dynasty: Wang Changling Original Text: Cold rain even the river enters into the Wu at night, sending guests to the Chushan Mountain alone in a calm atmosphere.
Luo Yang friends and relatives like to ask each other, a piece of ice in the jade pot. Friends ah, Luoyang friends and relatives if asked about me; say I still ice heart in a jade pot, keep the faith!
Raise your head to look at the moon, and lower your head to think of your hometown.
I can't help but raise my head to look at the moon in the sky outside the window, and I can't help but bow my head in contemplation, thinking of my faraway hometown.4. "Remembering my brother on the moonlit night" Tang Dynasty: Du Fu Original: The garrison drums are broken, and the sound of the wild geese at the edge of the autumn.
The dew is white from tonight, and the moon is bright in the hometown. The moon is bright in my hometown.
The letter was never sent, and the army is not yet at rest.
They are the only ones who have ever been to the border, and they have never been to the border.
From this night it is the White Dew Festival, and the moon is still the brightest in the homeland. There are brothers but all scattered, no home can not inquire about life and death.
Letters sent to the city of Luoyang often can not be delivered, not to mention the frequent wars have not stopped. 5, "September 9 Memories of Shandong Brothers" Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei Original text: Alone in a foreign land for the foreign guest, every festival doubly homesick.
The brothers are in the same place, and they are all alone in the same place, and they are all alone in the same place, and they are all alone in the same place.
I think of my brothers today, when they climbed up to see the distance, their heads were full of dogwoods, and I was the only one who was missing. 6, "Spring Hope" Tang Dynasty: Du Fu Original text: The country is broken in the mountains and rivers in the city in the spring of the grass and trees deep.
When you feel the flowers splash tears, hate to say goodbye to the birds alarmed.
The white head is shorter than the white hair, and I wish I could not win the hairpin. The first time I saw this, I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you.
Evocative of the state, can not help but splash tears, birds chirping alarmed, in vain to increase the sadness and hate. The continuous war has been extended to the present, the letter of home is rare, a letter against tens of thousands of taels of gold.
Sadness, scratching his head to think, white hair more and more scratching the shorter, simply can not insert the hairpin.7, "Returning to the hometown of the book of two - one" Tang Dynasty: He Zhizhang Original text: young left home, the oldest back, the hometown voice does not change the sideburns hair decay.
My accent has not changed, but the hair on my temples has thinned. When the children saw me, none of them recognized me.
They laughed and asked: where did this guest come from?8. "The official army has collected Henan and Hebei" Tang Dynasty: Du Fu Original text: Sword suddenly rumors of the collection of Jibei, the first to hear the tears of tears filled with clothes. But look at his wife's sorrows, and rolled up his poetry and books to be crazy with joy.
In the daytime, I sing and drink, and I return to my hometown as a youthful companion. The first is that the first time I saw the movie, it was a very good one.
Translation: Outside the Jianmen Pass, the good news suddenly spread, the official army recaptured the area north of Hebei. I am very happy, but my clothes are full of tears.
Looking back at his wife and children, also has swept away the clouds of sadness, hand rolled up poetry, the whole family is ecstatic. I want to be able to drink and sing, and I want to go back to my hometown in the springtime.
My heart and soul have long been flying high, from the Ba Gorge through the Wu Gorge, and then Xiangyang straight to Luoyang. 9, "Autumn Thoughts" Tang Dynasty: Zhang Ji Original text: Luoyang city to see the autumn wind, want to write a book of ten thousand.
The first time I saw the city of Luoyang, I wanted to write a letter to it.
And worry about what is not written in a hurry, in the delivery of the letter before the person is about to leave have to open the envelope again to check. 10, "crossing the Han River" Tang Dynasty: Song Zhiwen Original text: Ling outside the sound of the book broken, through the winter and spring.
The feeling of being near the countryside is even more timid, and I dare not ask the people who are coming.
The closer you get to your hometown, the more timid you are, and you don't dare to ask about the people who come from your home. 11.
The old nostalgia for the past is empty, but the new township is like the old township. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Today, I listen to you sing a song, temporarily by the cup of wine long spirit.
This is the first time I've ever seen a man like you in the world, and I've never seen you in the world.
I can only play the flute and write poems, but I am disappointed.
I can only play the flute and write poems, but I am disappointed. I am like a person in a rotten house, a sinking boat, a thousand sails; in front of a sick tree, a thousand trees, a spring.
Today, listen to you sing a song, temporarily borrow a cup of wine to revitalize the spirit. 12, "The Fisherman's Pride - Autumn Thoughts" Tang Dynasty: Fan Zhongyan Original text: Seixia Autumn Landscape is different, Hengyang geese go without attention.
The four sides of the sound of the horn, a thousand roaches, the long smoke and the sun closed the city. The wine is drunk in a cup, and there is no plan to return home.
The Qiang's pipe is so long that the frost is all over the ground, and people can't sleep, but the general's hair is white, and the soldiers are in tears.
The sad sounds of the borderlands coming from all directions resounded with the trumpets in the overlapping peaks. The twilight was deep, the mountains ranked the setting sun, and the gates of the solitary city were closed.
Drink a glass of stale wine nostalgic hometown far away from thousands of miles, a thousand thoughts, remembering the border trouble is not peaceful, the work is not yet done, I do not know when to return to the hometown. The Qiang people's flute melodious, cold frost spread all over the earth.
The night is deep, the generals can not sleep peacefully, both generals and soldiers, are white hair stained by frost and snow, had to weep silently.13, "Dingfengbo - South China Sea returned to give Wang Dingguo Servant Residence Niang" Song Dynasty: Su Shi Original: Wang Dingguo song child said Zuonu, surnamed Yuwen's, beautiful eyebrows, good response, the family lineage to live in the capital.
Dingguo moved south to return, Yu asked Zuo: "Guangnan terroir, should be bad?" Zo said: "This heart is safe, is my hometown." Because of the word cloud.
I always envy the world of jade Lang, the sky should be begging with a little crispy mother. The song is a great way to pass the white teeth, the wind rises, and the snow flies to the sea to become cool.
Miles of return face more and more less, smile, smile with Lingmei incense. The first thing you need to do is to ask the people in the south of the country what they think is good for them, and then they will say, "This is my hometown.
Translation: often envy this world as jade carved like a handsome man, even the heavens also pity him, gifted him with a soft and intelligent beauty and its companion. Everyone called that woman.
5. Beautiful sentences about hometownBeautiful sentences about hometown
1. Lying on the hot dirt bed, life has a bottom. A dog barking in the quiet night, a loud and clear cockcrow in the dawn, creating the brand of the mountain village.
2, walking in the hometown of the dirt road, three sides around the mountains around the water, written allure, there is always a voice quietly calling me close. Green grass is dense, green hills covered with dense woods.
3. Cats and dogs, pigs and chickens, cows and sheep, grazing my childhood. Sincere wild vegetables and mountain fruits extravagant my season, into the mountains, I am integrated into the childhood, like wandering outside the wanderer drunk in the mother's embrace.
4, the river meanders and flows, the footsteps of the years light and smooth. Asphalt road, the mountain village of mushroom cuisine of the city's reserve, Maanshan green water and mountains and wandered how many admirers tourists dream?
5, looking into the distance, the rolling hills like a green ribbon stretching to the sky. A small farmhouse, a piece of field and fruit forests are covered with fog.
6, walking in the countryside on the road, a refreshing aroma. After the oblique wind and rain filter, pure and gentle drill into my body.
7, the sound of the flute, drifting all over the mountain countryside, and with the frogs and insects by the stream, simple and quiet, soothing and sweet.
8, the hometown has given me a lifetime of inexhaustible grace and love, she and the mother of the same pro.
9, sweet or sweet hometown water, pro or pro hometown people, no matter where they are, the hometown is always my spiritual home, the home of the soul.
10, unknowingly, the autumn deep leaf yellow, the end of the day, the mountain cool, green silk exhausted, dead wood into the line. The life to the sun, the body can not, the thought of returning to the hometown.
11, hometown; in my heart is a beautiful picture without carving, the roadside can pick wildflowers, and the flowing stream in front of the door, clear to the bottom, like an old man in the story of the village experience; drink a cup of country rhyme so that I am drunk in the landscape of my hometown!
6. What are the sentences describing the hometown1. In the evening, the setting sun like a drunken red-faced drunkard, fell to the side of the river. The water reflected half red, half yellow, this is really "a remnant of the sun in the water, half the river half red" ah! Hometown dusk is quiet, roadside flowers and grasses are in the evening wind quietly asleep; hometown dusk and lively, in the river washing clothes people come and go, endless; some old women are still practicing waist drums, "dongdang dongdang, dongdang dongdang," clear and pleasant sound of waist drums cut through the tranquility of the setting sun.
2. When the autumn wind blows, the scenery of this field is even more attractive. Especially planted seedlings of the field, far from her can see like a golden carpet. A seedling full of rice, a spike hanging down, can look good!
3, the sun went down, the night came, the moon hangs high in the deep blue air, the stars blinking eyes looking at people. Whenever this time, the River Road lights, colorful neon lights flashing dazzling light, to the beautiful River Road put on a gorgeous colorful clothes, make it look more beautiful, more charming. Colorful neon lights reflected in the clear Lingling river, looks more colorful.
4. Whenever the morning light is bright, people are up early, wandering along the river road, breathing fresh air. Elderly people, girls here to practice Tai Chi, sword dance, running morning exercises, all kinds of people do all kinds of things, so lively. When the sun is sprinkled to the earth, students have entered the beautiful campus one after another, from the campus came out the sound of reading, the crystal dewdrops in the grass on the tip of the roll around, as if also listening to it with great interest!
5, hometown beauty, the most beautiful is the soft hometown water, the wind at the water's edge gently blowing, the sky of the swallows fly leisurely, far away from the traveler please return quickly. Hometown beauty, the most beautiful is that hometown people, every day are singing, year after year are pleased, a side of the water and soil a side of the love hey, born in the heart of the root ......"
6, the sun rises, haze, at this time, on the River Road, few people, most of them in the farmer's market. In the farmer's market, the vendors yelled at the top of their voices, trying to recruit some customers to buy their own goods. Consumers, on the other hand, were wandering around, carrying baskets of food in their hands. In this piece of lively and extraordinary yelling, but also mixed with the customers' cheerful laughter.
7, when the winter breeze whistling, this mountain seems particularly quiet, no one everywhere, all kinds of animals are hiding in the nest, people are in the house to warm up. The sky and the earth are vast, really silent!
8, my hometown, although there is no majestic peaks like Mount Tai, there is no Xiangshan as dead or alive as the maple leaves, but he has four seasons of picturesque scenery, who see will be marveled at!
9, there is a small river on the side of the orchard. The river water is cool to the bottom, a few small fish in the river inside the play, play, very lovely. On both sides of the river there is a maple tree, red how good ah! It was like a fire. The fallen leaves were falling with the breeze. But the pine trees by the river are still so upright, so green. Clear river to reflect the red leaves, green trees, how beautiful!
10. In an ordinary, quiet town, people and beautiful, there is my lovely hometown.
7. What are the verses describing the great changes in the hometown 1. The sea sun is born at night, the river spring into the old year. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and the second time I saw it, I was in the middle of the night.
2. --The first of the nineteen poems of the ancient Han Dynasty is "Row after row after row"
3. In the coming days, in front of the window, will the plum blossom yet? --Tang Wang Wei's "Three Miscellaneous Poems"
4. --Li Bai, "Silent Night Thoughts"
6. Children do not know each other, and laugh to ask where the guests come from. --He Zhizhang, "A Book of Evening Returns to the Countryside"
7. Sad songs can be used as weeping, and faraway hopes can be used as returning home. -- Han Lefu folk song "Lamentation Song"
8. Whose jade flute flew in the dark, scattering spring winds all over Luocheng. I heard the willow in the song of this night, and I can't remember the love of the old country. --Li Bai "Spring Night in Luo Cheng heard the flute"
9. Where is the hometown, forget unless drunk. --Song Li Qingzhao, "Bodhisattva Barbarian"
10. I've been away from home for two years now. After I return to the geese, I think about the flowers. Xue Daohang's "Sick of Returning on the Day of Man"
1. The sea sun is still alive at night, and the river spring has entered the old year. The countryside letter where to reach, return to the geese Luoyang side. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get through this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get through this. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get the job done, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get the job done, and I'm going to be able to get the job done.
2. The horse is in the north wind, the bird is in the south branch. It is a metaphor for not forgetting one's roots.
3. You come from your hometown, you should know about your hometown. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it," he said.
I would like to ask if the plum blossomed in front of my window when you came here.
4. I am too timid to ask the visitor. Even if you meet someone from your hometown on the road, you will be hesitant to ask questions, even though you want to know about your hometown.
5. Raise your head to look at the moon, and lower your head to think of your hometown.
6. Children do not know each other when they see each other, and they laugh and ask where the guests come from. They laughed and asked me, "Where did this guest come from?
7. A sad song can be used as a cry, and a faraway look can be used as a return.
8. The sound of the jade flute is a secret sound, and the spring breeze is all over Luocheng. This night song heard the willow, why people are not sorry for the feelings of the old country. With the spring breeze, it spread all over the city of Luoyang. Just tonight, hearing the mournful "Folding the Willow", who would not feel homesick?
9. Where is the hometown, forgotten unless drunk. Only in a drunken dream can I forget the sorrow of homesickness.
10. It is only seven days since I left home, but it has been two years since I left home. I've been away from home for two years now, and I've returned to the geese, but I've been thinking about the flowers. The first time I saw this is when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night. The day of going home will fall after the geese flying north in the spring, but the thought of going home was there before the spring flowers opened.
8. Poems in praise of the hometownThe beauty of the hometown
The beauty of the hometown, the most beautiful is the hometown water
The morning sun shines on the lotus water to sleep
The gold beads and silver beads in a string
The moon is falling to the lake
The beauty of the hometown, the most favorite is the hometown water
The A brother sits on the edge of the water with the sound of the willow drunk
The sister is busy with laundry
The A sister is busy with her own laundry.
The most beautiful thing is the soft water of our hometown
The wind blows gently at the water's edge
The swallows fly in the sky
Please come back soon if you're far away
The most beautiful thing is the people in our hometown
Every day, they sing songs, and every year, they're happy
They are all happy.
A place of water, a place of love
A root in the heart
The beauty of our hometown
The beauty of our hometown is the soft water of our hometown
The winds blowing gently on the water's edge
The swallows in the sky are flying leisurely
Come back to us, you wanderer from afar
The beauty of our hometown
The beauty of our hometown
The beauty of our hometown
The beauty of our hometown is the soft water of our hometown.
The most beautiful is the soft water of my hometown
The wind blows gently by the water's edge
The swallows in the sky are flying leisurely