. Beyond the green hills of the guest road, in front of the green water of the rowing boat.
The tide is flat and the shore is wide, the wind is right and a sail is hanging.
The sea is still alive, and the river is in its old age.
Where can I find the letters of homecoming, the geese return to the edge of Luoyang. （
The first time I saw the movie, it was a very good one.
The first time I saw the movie, it was a very good one.
The first time I saw the movie, it was a good one.
The brothers are in a distant land, and there are fewer dogwoods to be found.
Li Bai, "Silent Night Thoughts"
The light of the moon in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. The first thing you need to do is to look up at the moon and think of your hometown.
The "Silent Night Thoughts"
Li Bai
Whose jade flute is secretly flying,
Scattered into the spring breeze filled the city of Luo.
I heard a willow flute in the song of this night,
I can't remember my old garden.
In the face of the envoy to the capital, Cen Sen of the Tang Dynasty
The road to the east of the old garden is long,
The two sleeves of the dragon's bells will not dry up.
I have no pen or paper to write to you at once,
but I can send you a message to tell you that you are safe.
I miss my home on the day of my departure
Xue Daoheng
It has only been seven days since the spring of my life,
and two years since I left home.
After the geese have returned,
I think of my hair before the flowers.
The first time I saw the movie, it was a very good one, but it was a very good one, and it was a very good one.
I'm thinking of my hometown tonight, and I'm thinking of another year tomorrow.
(2) Returning Home [Tang] Du Mu
The kindergarten asked why it was too late to return home. ***Who is the one who has won the battle of the years and won the silk at the temples?
(3) Homesickness [Song] Li 觏
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 blue mountains are separated from each other, and the blue mountains are still covered by the twilight clouds.
(4) Beijing division to get the letter of home [Ming] Yuan Kai
Jiangshui three thousand miles, the letter of home fifteen line. There are no words in the lines, only that I have returned to my hometown early.
(5) and Haochu Shangren with the mountains sent Beijing relatives [Tang] Dai Shulun
The sea side of the sharp mountains like a sword, the fall everywhere to cut the sadness.
If I were to get a thousand million bodies, I would go up to the peak and look at my hometown.
(6) Wen Yan [Tang] Wei Yingwu
Where is the old garden? The first time I saw this is when I was a kid, and I was a kid, and I was a kid. The night of the fall rain in Huainan, the high fastness heard the geese come.
(7) Miscellaneous Poems (Wang Wei)
You come from your hometown, you should know about your hometown. The first time I saw you, I was in front of the window, and the second time I saw you, I was in front of the window, and the third time I saw you.
(8) The North Post at Dayu Mountain (Song Zhiwen)
The geese flying south in the cloudy moon are rumored to return here. I have not yet traveled, when will I come back?
The river is still and the tide is falling. The first time I saw it, it was a very good idea.
(9) Farewell at Jingmen (Li Bai)
The ferry is far from Jingmen, and comes from Chu. The mountains are exhausted with the flat field, and the river flows into the great wilderness.
Under the moon flying heavenly mirror, cloud birth knot sea building. The first time I saw this is when I was a kid, and it was a very good time for me.
(10) Moonlit Night (Du Fu)
The garrison drums break the line, the border geese a sound of autumn. 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 letter is often not reached, not to mention the fact that the army has not yet been rested.
(11) Farewell (Sui Dynasty Folk Song)
The willow hangs down on the ground, and the poplar blossoms fly in the sky.
The willows are all broken and the flowers are all flown, so I ask the pedestrians if they will return.
(12) 15 Nights at the Moon (Wang Jian)
Crows roost in the white trees in the courtyard, and the osmanthus blossoms are wet with cold dew.
Tonight the moon is bright and people are looking at it, I don't know whose home the thoughts of autumn have fallen on.
(13) When I meet the envoy to the capital
The road to the old garden is long, and I can't dry my tears.
I have no pen or paper to write to you, but I will send you a message to tell you that you are safe.
(14) show children (Lu You)
The death of Yuan know that all things are empty, but sad not to see the same nine states.
The king's division has decided to set up the Central Plains in the north, and the family will not forget to tell their children.
(15) Fisherman's Pride (Fan Zhongyan)
The scenery is different in the autumn under the Seychelles, and the geese in Hengyang go unnoticed, with the sound of the border on all sides. The city is closed in the long smoke and the sun is setting.
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. The general's hair is white and the soldiers are in tears.
(16) One Cut Plum Boat Passing Wujiang River
A piece of spring sorrow to be poured out by wine. The boat on the river is rocking, and the curtains upstairs are waving. The boat is on the river, and the curtains on the upper floors are waving. The wind is blowing again, the rain is coming down again.
When will I return home to wash my robe? 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 world's most important thing is that we can't be alone in our lives, and that's why we're here. The cherry is red and the banana is green.
(17) Tianjingsha Autumn Thoughts (Ma Zhiyuan)
Withered vines and old trees, old crows, small bridges and flowing rivers, and thin horses in the west wind of the old road.
The sun is setting in the west, and people with broken hearts are at the end of the world.
(18) Inscription Wall in Prison (Tan Sitong)
Looking at the door, I thought of Zhang Jian, and endured the death of Du Gen.
I will laugh at the sky with my sword, and leave my liver and guts in the two Kunluns.
(19) A chapter of feeling (Tan Sitong)
Everything in the world against the spring sadness, today to the underworld a cry rest.
40,000,000 people all wept, the end of the world where is God's country. The poem has a deep feeling, longing for the unification of the motherland and describing nostalgia to the fullest extent. Just as many rivers in China are tributaries of the Yellow River and Yangtze River, although Yu Guangzhong lives on an island, as a Chinese poet who loves his motherland and its cultural traditions, his nostalgia poems inherited the tradition of national feelings in China's classical poems in terms of inherent feelings, with a deep sense of history and nationalism, and, at the same time, the long artificial isolation between Taiwan and the mainland and the feelings of homesickness of the tens of millions of people who have drifted to the isolated islands, objectively have a deep sense of history and nationalism. At the same time, the homesickness of millions of people in Taiwan and mainland China who have been artificially isolated for a long time and drifted to the isolated islands has a specific and broad content that is incomparable to the nostalgia of any previous era.
As a contemporary poet who has been away from the mainland for more than thirty years, Yu Guangzhong's works are bound to bear the profound imprint of his time. The poem "Nostalgia" focuses on his personal experience on the mainland, a stamp when he was young, a boat ticket when he was young, and even a grave in the future, all of which imply the poet's and thousands of overseas travelers' long thoughts of nostalgia, which is sublimated to a new height at the end of the poem: "And now / Nostalgia is a shallow strait / I'm at this end / The mainland is at that end. that end."
Like a hundred rivers running toward the East China Sea, like a thousand peaks toward Mount Tai, the poet's personal sorrow and joy are intertwined with great love for the motherland and the nation, and the poet's personal experience is also more provocative and saddening because of the burning feelings at the end of the poem, just as the poet himself said: "Vertical sense of history, horizontal sense of place. Vertical and horizontal intersection into the crossroads of the sense of reality."
(Preface to White Jade Bitter Gourd) In this way, the poet's Nostalgia is a variation of our national tradition of nostalgia poetry in the new era and special geographical conditions, with the unparalleled breadth and depth of previous nostalgia poems. Mr. Yu Guangzhong loves traditional Chinese culture and China.
He praised "China, the most beautiful and motherly country". He said: "the upper reaches of the blue ink is the Miluo River", "to be the heir of Qu Yuan and Li Bai", "I have a tributary of the Yellow River in my blood".
Beauty Tracking In the extraction and refinement of imagery, this poem has the beauty of simplicity and richness. Nostalgia is an emotion commonly experienced but difficult to capture. If you cannot find a unique and beautiful image to express it, it will either become a generalized mediocrity or an abstraction.
Nostalgia distills four images from the vast expanse of time and space: stamps, boat tickets, graves, and straits. They are simple, the so-called simple, never simple, but clear, concentrated, strong, no bypassing the meaning of many text mess of the sense of confusion; they are rich, the so-called rich, but never pile up, but implicit.
There is tension, which can induce readers to think in many ways. In terms of the combination of imagery, "Nostalgia" synthesizes imagery with the development of time, which can be called imagery progression.
"When I was a child", "when I grew up", "later on", "and now", this table of
The beauty of its form is manifested in the beauty of its structure and the beauty of its music. Nostalgia presents the beauty of change in tradition in its structure.
Unity means relative balance and proportionality; the paragraph and sentence styles are relatively neat, and there is harmony and symmetry between paragraph and paragraph, sentence and sentence. Change, is to avoid unity to the extreme, and chase the lively, flowing and vigorous beauty.
Nostalgia **** four sections. Each stanza of four lines, section to section is quite balanced and symmetrical, but the poet has paid attention to the change of the long sentence and short sentence adjustment, so that the shape of the poem is neat in the beauty of the differences.
The musical beauty of "Nostalgia" is mainly manifested in the melodic beauty of the repetitive, one-sing, three-sigh melody, in which "Nostalgia is--" and "At this end..." and "At this end..." are the same as "Nostalgia". ...at that end", plus the four repetitions of "tiny", "narrow", "short The four repetitions of "small", "narrow", "short" and "shallow" in the four paragraphs, together with the use of overlapping words in the same position, make the whole poem low and suppressed, like a complaint. The use of quantifiers such as "a", "a", "a", "a", "a", "a", "a", "a", "a", "a", "a", "a", "a", "a", "a", "a" and "a", not only shows the poet's language skills, but also his ability to write. The use of quantitative words not only demonstrates the poet's language skills, but also strengthens the beauty of the rhyme of the poem.
Nostalgia, like a soft and slightly sad "memory song" in music, is a love song of overseas travelers with deep feelings and beauty.
At the age of 22, Yu Guangzhong came to Taiwan with his family and enrolled in the Department of Foreign Languages and Literature at National Taiwan University. Although he specialized in foreign languages, Yu Guangzhong had a strong interest in traditional Chinese culture.
He has written extensively on poetry, prose, criticism, and translation, and his greatest achievement is in poetry. His poems have been described as having a wide range of subjects, a variety of styles and techniques, and a blend of traditional and modern, Chinese and Western writing styles.
As a result, he is regarded as one of the "Ten Great Poets" of the modern school in Taiwan.
In 1971, Yu Guangzhong, who hadn't been back to the mainland for more than 20 years, was so homesick that he wrote a poem in his old house on Xiamen Street in Taipei.
After writing, the poet was in tears, meditating for a long time.
In 1953, he and Qin Zihao and Zhong Dingwen **** founded the "Blue Star" Poetry Society. He went to the United States for further study and received a master's degree in Fine Arts from the University of Iowa.
After returning to Taiwan, he became a professor at the University of Poetry, the National Chengchi University, the National Taiwan University, and the Chinese University of Hong Kong, and is now the dean of the Faculty of Arts at Sun Yat-sen University in Taiwan. Yu Guangzhong is a complex and volatile poet, and the trajectory of his change can basically be said to be the same as that of the entire poetry scene in Taiwan over the past thirty years, i.e., Westernization followed by a return to the West.
In the early poetry debates in Taiwan and in the vernacular literature debates of the mid-1970s, Yu Kwang-chung's poetic theories and works showed a rather strong tendency to advocate westernization, disregard for readers, and detachment from reality. As he himself.
4. 20 Verses on HomesicknessHomesickness Poem "Silent Night Thoughts" (Tang) Li Bai The light of the moon in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground.
Looking up at the moon, looking down at my hometown. The Night Rain Sends the North (Tang Dynasty) Li Shangyin (Tang Dynasty)
You ask for the return date is not yet due, Bashan night rain rises in the autumn pool.
When **** cut the candles in the west window, but talk about the night rain in Bashan. The first is the "The Willow in the Window of Jing'an Mansion", and the second is the "Flower in front of the Post".
The two places have the same spring light, and the people who live there are thinking of their guests and their homes. The story is about a man who was born in a country where he had to live with his family, and where he was born in a country where he had to live with his family.
A look at the intestines of a broken, good to go do not turn back.
I thought of sitting deep in the night at home, but I should also talk about the people who traveled far away.
The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river, when will the bright moon shine on me? The mountains are all over the plains, and the river flows into the great wilderness.
The moon flies in the mirror of heaven, and the clouds are born in the sea. 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.
"New Year's Day" (Tang) Liu Changqing The heart of the new year, the sky alone weep. The oldest of them is the one who lives under the people, and the first one is the one who returns to the country in the spring.
The mountain monkeys are the same as the dawn and dusk, and the river willow **** wind and smoke. The first thing I want to say is that I'm not going to be able to do that.
"Autumn Thoughts" (Tang) Zhang Ji The city of Luoyang saw the autumn wind, and wanted to write a letter. I'm afraid that I can't say it all in a hurry, so I'm going to open the door again.
Chang Xiang Si (Qing Dynasty) Nalan Seide A journey to the mountains, a journey to the water, a journey to the Yuguan that side of the line, a thousand lights in the depths of the night. The wind and the snow have been ravaging the countryside for years, and there is no such sound in the hometown.
"New Year's Eve" (Tang) Gao Shi Hotel cold lamps alone do not sleep, the guest heart why turn miserable? The first time I saw this, I was thinking about my hometown, and I was thinking about it, and I was thinking about it, and I was thinking about my hometown.
In the coming days, when I lean on the window, will the plum blossom? I know that the brothers are climbing up to the top of the mountain, and there are fewer dogwoods to be found.
The Cloudy Rain (Tang Bai Juyi) The mist is heavy today, and the river and mountains are deep here. The sound of the beach in the fall is even more urgent, and the atmosphere of the gorge is cloudy at dawn.
The clouds cover my eyes when I look at Que, and the rain drips down when I think of my hometown. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.
"Cold Food in the Passenger" by Li Zhong of the Tang Dynasty Traveling through the cold food, homesickness tears wet scarf. The first time I saw this, I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you again.
The "Pineapple" is a new and exciting concept in the world of the "Pineapple", which is a new and exciting concept in the world of the "Pineapple", which is the "Pineapple". The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
"Autumn Thoughts on the Riverbank" by Du Xunhe of the Tang Dynasty, driving a horse along the river, nostalgia is born every step of the way. The first time I saw this was when I was a little girl, and the second time I saw it was when I was a little girl.
The fall crops are on the long road, and the cold clouds are about the ancient city.
This is the first time I've ever seen a movie in which I've had a chance to play.
Sending a friend south on the river Tang Zhang Qiao Where are the nostalgia accumulating, and the turbulence is gathering at the end of the world? The world is full of sorrows, and the sky is full of turbulence.
I bought wine and went to the fishing house, and shared the lamp with the fishing boat. 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, and it was a very good one.
Tianjingsha - Autumn Thoughts [Yuan] - Ma Zhiyuan Withered vines and old trees, crows, small bridges and flowing rivers, and thin horses in the west wind of the old road. The sun is setting in the west, and the broken hearted people are at the end of the world.
Sending a friend on the river on a trip to the south Tang Zhang Qiao Where does nostalgia build up, and where does the world gather in turbulence? The lake is wide and the sails are in the fall.
I bought wine and went to the fishing house, and shared the lamp with the fishing boat. The first time I saw it, I was in the middle of the night, and the second time I saw it, I was in the middle of the night.
"Homesickness" by Bu Xie, Tang Lu Bei, the pedestrians are gone, and the letters from Yunnan have not returned. 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 longest time I've ever sat in a room, I've been worried about it, and it's been a long time coming. The moon in the autumn night is shining on the mountains.
Sick of home outside the river Tang Wei Zhuang Year after year, the sadness of a foreign country in spring, Du Qu yellow warbler can be known. The sun is setting on the banks of the river, and there is a thread of smoke and willow that breaks my heart.
Yuan Wang Wan, the road outside the mountains, before the boat green water. The tide is flat and the wind is blowing, and the sail is hanging.
The sea sun is still alive, the river spring into the old year.
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First, the hometown is like a bright light, illuminating the road of our life, so that the children who are away from home miss their hometowns always remember the way home.
Second, the hometown trees, hometown streams, hometown grass and trees, so that far away from me all the time, all the time, miss.
Third, standing in the high-rise, overlooking the city under the lights, this reinforced concrete casting of the "cage", so that I suddenly nostalgic for my childhood hometown of brick houses, neighborhood harmony and beauty, a kind of nostalgia arose.
Fourth, the full moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival! Distant students, away from home to fight, in a distant place, looking at the round of the moon, alone in the heart to ask themselves: home of the moon is also this bright?
5, no matter how far away, hometown is the harbor that carries our dreams, as strong as a father's shoulders, as gentle as a mother's eyes, so that the tired we always miss, want to jump into her arms.
6. There are no ancient poems that miss their hometowns (not less than 5)The candle is extinguished and the mercy light is full.
Autumn night under the moon have Huai (Meng Haoran)
Autumn sky bright moon hanging, thousands of lamps at night for the fish and dragons change, and more fluorine fire to compete with the cold, this night clear light like the past years.
A cup of wine is not yet finished, the silver queue surging, Ruiguang thousands of feet of white hair, flying fireflies rolled into the curtain.
The curtains were rolled up and pushed the door closed.
Court acacia cold shadow sparse, neighboring pestle and mortar night sound urgent, should be Chang'e thrown with people, low thinking of hometown hometown poetry.
Tomorrow, the personnel with the sunrise, return to the call for wine more to see, suspected of frost on the ground, ten thousand rainbow light breeding clam treasure, after the drunkenness of each scattered, but also to sleep and dream of a good time.
Mid-Autumn Moonrise (Song Mi Fu)
The eyes of the poor Huaihai full as silver.
Southwest Mars as a projectile, glossy dew stained wet, southeast of the moon a few times round.
The moon will be accompanied by the shadow, a dream of Yao Tai guest, pharyngeal chilling dew grass, the moon poem a few people, the line of music and spring, the temple in front of the pick up the dew Hua new, Penpu Shatou water museum.
The moon is a bright moon on the sea.
The moon is not the only thing that you can drink.
Who washes the eyes of the God of Heaven, by the Apricot Garden on the banks of the Qujiang Pond, the silver man turns the jade disk without a sound.
The magpies are not yet settled.
The first time I saw you was when I was a kid, and I was a kid who was a kid.
I can't see it from my eyes tonight.
I am not ashamed to be poor in Nandu, but I should have paid for the water of the Ming River.
If there is no moon in the sky, then there is no moon in the sky.
The lover complains about the night:
Silent Night Thoughts (Li Bai)
The light of the moon in front of the bed.
Raise a glass to invite the moon.
I'm still not sure what happened in the sky.
The curvature of the waves.
The wind blew yesterday, and no one was there.
The first time I saw a boat out of the boat was yesterday.
A pot of wine between flowers.
The Mid-Autumn Moon (Yanshu)
Ten rounds of frosty shadows turn to the court woo, and the detainees are alone in the corner on this night
Not necessarily Su'e's disappointment, but the jade toad is cold and the osmanthus flowers are lonely
The Mid-Autumn Moon (Su Shi)
The twilight clouds are all over the place, and it's freezing cold.
It's not worthwhile to give it as a gift, but it's a great way to shine a light on my heart and not be able to look at it.
The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and the University of California, Berkeley.
The night of August 15 this year, drinking alone without relatives, chaotic clouds off the bad as the collapse of the waves, the end of the world **** this time.
Song Su Shi, "Mid-Autumn Moon and Ziyou"
The moon is not yet out of the mountains.
Mid-Autumn Moon Festival (Lu Guimeng)
Turning the lack of frost to lose on the turn of the late good wind seems to send a good time
Curtain slanting trees and the infinite love of the candles dark incense residual sitting not quit
The favorite sheng tune heard in the north of the gradual look at the star eddy lost the South Kei
How can anyone for the school of the cool power to want to reduce the first round and the time of the afternoon
Tianzhu Temple on the fifteenth day and night of the 8th month GuiZi (Tang Pirihui)
The moon wheel in the jade Shan Shan (Tang Pi Rixiu)
When I wake up, I will have fun together.
I'm not sure where to find my home in the northwest.
I'm not going to be able to do that.
I sing the song of the moon wandering, wave wind back to the hard, bright moon next year where to see, the date of the far clouds.
This life and this night is not long good! The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and the second time I saw it was when I was a kid, and the third time I saw it was when I was a kid.
I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I think I'm going to be able to do it.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
The color of the moon in front of the hall is getting better and better.
On the night of August 15, Pen Ting looked at the moon (Tang Bai Juyi)
Previously, on the night of August 15, I was looking at the moon.
The bright moon is easily dispersed, and it is easy for people to be dispersed.
7. 5 Ancient Poems About HomesicknessThe road to the mountains, the boat in front of the green water.
The tide is flat and the shore is wide, the wind is right and the sail is hanging. The sea is still alive, and the river is in its old age.
Where is the letter of homecoming, the returning goose by the side of Luoyang.
The brothers are far away from the place where they climbed, inserting dogwoods less than a person.
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.
Raise your head to look at the moon, and lower your head to think of your hometown. Li Bai, who has a jade flute, scattered into the spring breeze all over the city of Luo, heard the flute on the spring night.
This night in the song heard the willow, why people can not afford the love of the old garden. The first time I saw this, I saw the old garden, the old garden, the old garden, the old garden, the old garden, the old garden, the old garden, the old garden, the old garden, the old garden, the old garden, the old garden.
We met at once without pen and paper, with the gentleman to pass the word to report peace. The first time I saw him, I thought he was going to be the first to leave home.
After the geese have fallen, I am thinking of the flowers.