卜算子咏梅 Lu You
Outside the stage by the Broken Bridge, the loneliness of the bloom has no owner. I am not sure if I can do this, but I am sure that I can do it.
The most important thing to remember is that there is no need to fight for spring, but there is no need to be jealous of all the flowers. The only thing that is left is the fragrance.
Ink Plum, Wang Coronation
The tree by my ink stone pool has blossomed with light ink marks.
I don't want to be praised for my good color, but only for the clear air that fills the sky.
Early Plum Zhang Pian
A tree of cold plums, white jade stripes, back to the village road by the stream bridge.
I don't know the first flower near the water, but it is suspected that the winter snow has not been canceled.
Ink and Plum, by Jiu Jian
I don't hate the painting, I don't need to be different, I just need to be the same.
The color of the jade is not as good as that of the cold crows, and the color of the black dust is different from that of the Han Palace.
Early Plum Qi has
The trees are frozen, but the roots are warm.
In the deep snow in front of the village, a branch opened last night.
The first time I saw it, it was in the snow in front of the village, and last night a branch of it bloomed.
I hate that the east wind has no meaning, and that the rain is darkening the sky.
Early Plum Li Gongming
The east wind is the west wind, and the leaves are empty in the mountains.
Only the plum blossoms are not blown out, and they are still white and red.
Ink Plum Zhao Bingwen
The painter did not make a face, but I am afraid that people will think I am straight.
We have never known each other, but Xia Fu has never been a jade cutter.
2. Poems about missing relatives1. Missing my father By Yuan Aihua Who hasn't climbed on my father's shoulders, which were always as broad and strong as the mighty Kunlun in the wind and the rain? Who hasn't held my father's arms, which were always as thick and strong as steel bars and iron clamps and pale pale pale pale and strong? My father's body was always as magnificent as the pines and cypresses, and snow couldn't break him down. Walking on the ridge, the field was his home, the harvest was his hope, day after day, year after year, through rain and sleet, no matter how hard it was, the same thing was always written on his father's face, a kind smile, the green harvest was his joy, the yellow harvest, the children's good behavior was his comfort, the wife's goodness was his happiness, and when there was a problem in the neighborhood, he always came to see him, and he always paid tribute to his grandparents, always being kind and pristine, which was his father's good quality. Hardworking is my father's traditional virtue, and he has taught me everything I know, and I'm grateful to my father for raising me, for sending me to school and work, for giving me the bone marrow, for giving me my mother's flesh and blood, and for giving me my parents, and now that my father is gone, I can only remember in my dreams, and I can only recall the sea of my father's longing for him, and the love that's thicker than water, which is eternal, but only memories and long-lasting thoughts, and I'm sure that he's always there. The only thing that will never change is the memories and long-lasting thoughts father ----- daughter misses you in the dream in the depths of the soul! My thoughts are round Watermelons and apples are all round Reunions are joyful Bones and flesh are divided is painful Those who miss their loved ones look at the bright moon in the sky Who can swallow the mooncake?3. Nostalgia By Yu Guangzhong When I was a child, nostalgia was a small stamp, with me here and my mother at the other end.
When I grew up, nostalgia was a narrow boat ticket, I was at this end, the bride was at that end. Later on, nostalgia is a short grave, I am on the outside, my mother is on the inside.
Now, nostalgia is a shallow strait, I'm at this end, the mainland is at that end. 4, when I look at the night sky of the city By: Su Mei When I look at the night sky of the city I can not help but be sad The sky wolves are not there The bear can not find the direction is just a darkness The only light I can see is called a brilliant light When I look at the night sky of the city I can not help but cry The stars that winked with me still in my eyes, in the bottom of my eyes, in the bottom of my eyes, in the bottom of my eyes, in the bottom of my eyes, in the bottom of my eyes. The stars are still in my eyes like when I was a child lying in the wheat field looking up at the night sky except that the stars were so far away now the stars are tears accompanied by the city's lights when I look at the city's night sky I can't help but feel frustrated why I can't see any stars but only the city's lights shine I think of my hometown where the night sky is so crowded and it's exactly that crowdedness that makes us like we were together when I look at the city's night sky at last I've found a little bit of starlight that is starlight that is starlight that is starlight that is starlight that is starlight that is the starlight that is starlight that is starlight that is starlight that is starlight A little bit of starlight is starlight. Who is that for us? In a distant place with me far away.
5, thoughts forever By: peace is blessed The years go by and time passes through history, leaving thoughts behind Another year of the end of the autumn and winter and the cold food festival on the first day of October of the lunar calendar Hanging on to thoughts haunts the traditional folklore Burning a piece of paper money to send food and drink and cold clothes to send the souls of the ancestors who have gone away Every household is not an example of everyone knows that sacrifices to the ancestors to burn paper to send clothes to show that the heart Moisture nourishes the extension of the lights of thousands of homes. The call of the heart has become a custom of the Chinese nation, the memory and thoughts of the children and grandchildren have been passed down from generation to generation, and the memory of the distant ancestors is still fresh and infinite, and the kindness and nurturing of our relatives will always be in our thoughts.
3. 50 old poems about missing home and relatives1, "Silent Night Thoughts" Li Bai The light of the moon before 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. 2, "Jade Steps" Tang Li Bai Jade Steps, white dew, night long invasion of the stockings.
But under the crystal curtain, Linglong look at the autumn moon. 3, "Autumn Pu song of its thirteen" Tang Li Bai Bryan water net vegetarian moon, moonlight egret fly.
Lang listen to the girl picking diamonds, together with the night song to return. 4, "drinking alone under the moon" Tang Li Bai A pot of wine between the flowers, drinking alone, no kisses.
Raise a glass to invite the moon, the shadow into three people. The moon does not know how to drink, and the shadow follows me.
I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it. 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.
When we wake up, we are together, but when we are drunk, we are scattered. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at your favorite movie, and you'll be able to see what you're getting yourself into.
5, "Guanshan Yue" Tang Li Bai bright moon out of the Tianshan Mountain, between the vast sea of clouds. The wind is blowing for tens of thousands of miles, and the wind is blowing through the Jade Gate.
Han down the Baideng Road, Hu peeped into the 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 color, thinking of returning to more bitter face. The first time I saw this is when I was in the middle of the night, and it was a very long time ago.
6, "ask the moon with wine" Tang Li Bai green sky moon to a few times, I stop the cup today to ask: people climbing the moon can not be obtained, the moon line but with people follow? Bright as a flying mirror in front of Danque, green smoke out of the clear light hair? But I see the night coming from the sea, I would rather know that the dawn is gone to the clouds? The white rabbit is pounding pills in autumn and spring, but who is Chang'e's neighbor? The moon of ancient times is not visible to the people of today, but it used to shine on the people of ancient times. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.
I wish that when the song to wine, the moonlight long shine in the golden bottle. 7, "Su Jiande River" Tang Meng Haoran Moving the boat parked in the smoke islet, the day twilight guest sadness new.
Wild open sky low trees, river clear moon near people. 8, "moon" Tang Xue Tao 魄依钩样小, fan by the Han machine group.
Fine shadow will be round quality, how many places on earth to see?9, "looking at the moon and huaiyuan" Tang Zhang Jiuling The bright moon on the sea, the end of the world **** this time. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the world, and then you'll be able to see the world.
The candles are out and the light is full, and the clothes are full of dew. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
10, "moonlit night remembering my brother" Tang Du Fu garrison drums break the line, the side of the autumn a goose sound. The moon is bright in my hometown.
All my brothers are scattered, and I have no home to ask about my life and death. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and it was the first time I had ever seen a kid.
11, "Mountain Dwelling Autumn Night" Tang Wang Wei After the new rain on the empty mountains, the weather comes late in the fall. The moon is shining between the pines, and the spring is flowing over the stones.
The bamboo clamor returns to the raccoon girl, and the lotus moves under the fishing boat. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
12, "Traveling" Tang Du Mu hotel no good companion, condensing feelings from quiet. The first time I saw this is when I was a kid, and I was a kid, and I was a kid.
The faraway dream returns to invade the dawn, and the letter of home comes to the next year. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
13, "the old man sends tea" Tang Cao Ye sword outside the Jiu Hua Ying, the letter of the title under the Jade Palace. When the moon is on, the sound of the springs is in turmoil.
In the middle of the night, a monk came to the house, and the moon was cooking in a lonely voice. The first time I saw it, it was a very good one, and I was very happy to see it.
The six bowels of the body are in a state of sleep, and the poetry of the past few days is clear. The first thing I want to do is to get the money to pay for it, and then I'm going to pay for it.
14, "Twilight River" Tang Bai Juyi, a remnant of the sun spread on the water, half of the river, half of the river red. The poor night of the third day of the ninth month, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.
15, "Frosty Moon" Tang Li Shangyin first heard the geese have no cicadas, a hundred feet of platform water to the sky. The green girl is cold, the moon in the frost fight Cindy.
16, "Diffuse Xing" a Tang Du Fu Jiang Yue go people only a few feet, the wind lamps light the night to three. The sandy head of the egret is quiet, the stern of the boat jumping fish dialing the sound.
17 "Parking in the Qinhuai" Tang Du Mu Smoke covered the cold water and the moon covered the sand, the night parked in the Qinhuai near the restaurant. The girl is not aware of the hatred of her country, but she is still singing about the flowers in the back of the garden.
18, "Maple Bridge Night Mooring" Tang Zhang Ji, the moon is falling crow crowing frost full day, the river maple fisherman father sleeps on the sorrow. The cold mountain temple outside Gusu city, the sound of bells to the passenger boat at midnight.
19, September 9, Memories of Shandong Brothers Tang Wang Wei alone in a foreign land for the foreign guests, every festive season doubly homesick. I know that the brothers are in the same place, but they are not in the same place.
20, New Year's Eve [Tang] Gao Xie Hotel cold lamps alone do not sleep, the guest's heart what to turn miserable. I'm thinking of my hometown tonight, and I'll be back in the morning. 21, Returning Home [Tang] Du Mu asked the kindergarten children to hold their clothes, why is it too late to return? ***The first time I saw this is when I was a child, and I thought it was too late for me to come back. 22: Homesickness [Song] Li Mi I said that the setting sun is the end of the world, and I can't see my home when I look at the end of the world. I already hate that the blue mountains are separated from each other, and the blue mountains are still covered by the twilight clouds.23. The Letter from the Family in the Beijing Division [Ming] Yuan Kai The river water is three thousand miles, and the letter from the family is fifteen lines. The lines of the letter have no words of farewell, but only to return home early. 24, with Haochu Shangren to see the mountains to send relatives in Beijing 〔Tang〕 Dai Shulun The sharp mountains by the sea look like a sword, and cut the sadness everywhere in the fall. If I were to get a thousand million bodies, I would go up to the peak and look at my hometown.25. Winking Geese [Tang] Wei Yingwu Where is the old garden? I've been thinking about returning to my hometown for a long time. The night of autumn rain in Huainan, I heard the geese coming from the high fastnesses.26. Miscellaneous Poems (Wang Wei) When you come from your hometown, you should know the things in your hometown. In the coming days, in front of the window, the cold plums will be in blossom. 27. The Northern Post of Dayu Mountain (Song Zhiwen) The geese fly south in the cloudy moon, and it is rumored that they come back here. I'm not sure when I'll be back. The river is still, the tide is falling, and the forest is dark. When I look at my hometown in the morning, I should see the plums at the head of the dragon. 28: Farewell to Jingmen (Li Bai) Farewell to Jingmen (Li Bai) Farewell to Jingmen (Li Bai) Farewell to Jingmen, I came from Chu. The mountains follow the end of the plains, and the river flows into the great wilderness. The moon flies in the mirror of the sky, and the clouds are born in the sea. I still pity the water of my hometown, and send the boat on the way for ten thousand miles. 29. Farewell (Sui Dynasty Folk Song) The willows are green and hanging on the ground, and the poplar flowers are flying all over the sky. The willow is green and hanging down, and the poplars are flying all over the sky. 30: Looking at the Moon on the Fifteenth Night (Wang Jian) Crows are perched on the white trees in the middle court, and the osmanthus blossoms are wetted by the cold dew without any sound. Tonight the moon is bright and people are looking at it all, I don't know whose home the thoughts of autumn will fall on. 31. I have no pen or paper to write to you, so I'll send you a message to tell you that you're safe.32.Showing Children (Lu You) The death of Yuan knows that all things are empty, but the sadness of not seeing the same nine states. When the king's divisions are settled in the central plains in the north, the family will not forget to tell Naiweng at the family memorial service.33、Fisherman's Pride（Fan Zhongyan） The scenery is different in the autumn under the Seychelles, and the wild geese in Hengyang go away without paying attention to it, while the sound of the border is even rising. The long smoky sunset closed the lonely city. A cup of turbid wine and a million miles away from home, I have no plan to return home before I leave. The Qiang Pipe is so long and the frost is all over the ground. The general's white hair and tears of the conscripts. 34. A Cut of Plum Boat Passing the Wujiang River (Jiang Jie) A piece of spring sorrow to be poured out by the wine. The boat on the river is rocking, and the curtains upstairs are beckoning. The boat is on the river, and the curtains on the upper floors are waving. The wind is blowing again, the rain is falling again. When will I return home to wash my robe? The silver sheng tunes, the heart burns with incense. It's so easy to leave people behind. Red cherries, green bananas.35. Tianjingsha Autumn Thoughts (Ma Zhiyuan) Crows in old trees with withered vines, small bridges and flowing rivers, 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.36. Long Xiang Si Nalan Seide A journey to the mountains, a journey to the water, a journey to the Yuguan, a thousand lights in the depths of the night. The wind and the snow have been raving about the broken heart of the countryside, and there is no such sound in the hometown.37. I'm thinking of returning to my hometown on a human day Xue Daoheng It's only been seven days since the beginning of spring, and it's already been two years since I left home. People return to the wild geese, think of hair in front of the flowers. 38, hometown apricot Tang Sikong Tu send flowers send wine like the new opening, the left put the flower branch right put the cup. I want to ask the flower branches and cups of wine, the old man how to come differently.39, outside the river homesickness Tang Weizhuang year after year spring sadness in a foreign land, Du Qu.
4. Poems about missing relatives1, near the countryside more timid, do not dare to ask the person who came. (Tang. Song Zhiwen . The first line of the poem is "The Crossing of the Han River"
Translation: The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I feel, and I don't dare to ask about the people coming from my home.
2. The horses follow the north wind, and the birds nest in the south. (Han. The 19th Song of Ancient Poetry. The Chinese idiom of the poem is: "The Hu horse comes from the north, so it is attached to the north wind; the Yue bird comes from the south, so it nests in the south branch.
3. The sad song can be used as a cry, and the distant hope can be used as a return. (Two Han Music.
Translation: Instead of weeping for homesickness, a song of sadness can be taken as a weeping, and a faraway look can be taken as a return to one's hometown.
4, I used to go back, willow. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said. But now, on the way back, snow is falling all over the sky.
5. Who says that the heart of an inch of grass is the reward for three spring sunshine. (Tang. Meng Jiao. The song of the wandering son)
Translation: Who dares to say that a child's filial piety, as feeble as that of grass, can repay the kindness of a loving mother, as the spring sunshine does?
5. Missing home, missing relatives of the poem1. Jun from the hometown, should know the hometown things.
In the coming days, in front of the window, the cold plums will be in flower.
Children do not know each other when they see each other, and they laugh and ask where the guests come from.
I'm afraid to ask anyone who is near my hometown. (Song Zhiwen: "Crossing the Han River")
4. The road is beyond the green mountains, and the boat is in front of the green water.
The tide is flat on both sides, and the wind is blowing.
The sea sun is born in the night, the river spring people in the old year.
Where can I find the letters of homecoming? （
The first time I saw the movie, it was a very good one, but it was a very good one.
After the return of the geese, the thought of hair in front of the flowers. （
6. The moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground.
Raise your head to look at the moon, and lower your head to think of your hometown. (Li Bai: "Silent Night Thoughts")
7. Whose jade flute is secretly flying sound, scattered into the spring breeze full of Luo Cheng.
This night, I heard a willow in the song, and I can't remember the love of my hometown. (Li Bai: "Hearing the flute in the city of Luocheng on a spring night")
8. The guest house is already ten frosts in the state, and the return heart remembers Xianyang day and night.
For no reason at all, I crossed the Sanggan water, but I thought that the city was my hometown. （
9. The drums of the garrison broke the line, and the sound of geese was heard at the border.
The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in the hometown.
All of my brothers are scattered, and I have no home to ask about my life and death.
The letter was never sent, not to mention the fact that the army had not yet rested. （
6. Poems about missing relativesMid-Autumn Vision
The blue sky is full of lonely moon, and the grass and trees are full of autumn.
One night people how to look, reed swings Zhuzhou.
Mid-autumn send far
Qingjing ice pot wine, in the sky without a dust.
Autumn wind blowing leaves, the moon shines on the poet.
Sitting alone in the mid-autumn
Sitting alone, no one asks, the body and the grass and trees are the same.
The moon is full in the night, and there is no wind in the fall.
The moon*** is so old that it is hard to be as bright as it was last year.
The wind blew a river, why not wrinkles.
Mid-Autumn
Tonight, the autumn will be half, the clear light of ten thousand miles of breeding.
The wind is blowing in the river, but the wind is wrinkled.
Mid-Autumn Night from Shaoxing to Hangzhou
The Mid-Autumn Moon is the only thing I can see when I come and go to a foreign land.
In the silence of the clouds and shadows, the moon shines through a cold night.
Mid-Autumn Festival
The cold dew on the balcony of the wine is soft, and the shadow of the clear light is flowing.
The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you.
Hou Hou and I share the same frustration.
Mid-Autumn Festival
The geese are flying, and the rain is falling on the osmanthus trees.
Who is laughing at three o'clock, but the people watching the moon?
Mid-Autumn
The wind falls on the sycamore leaves, and the lights are reflected in the curtain hooks.
Three cups of wine can lead to the road, a drunken dream is also autumn.
Mid-Autumn Festival
The pen in front of the window is late, worrying about the ice wheel.
I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.
The first rhyme of the Mid-Autumn Festival
Canyon is late in coming out of the building tonight, and the light is clear for a long time.
But the moonlight is not the same as the sky and the earth, and the moonlight is not the only thing I think about.
Mid-Autumn Moon Festival
A song on the balustrade of the autumn water is clear.
The human world is a lot of love sentences, not until this night can not write.
Mid-Autumn Festival
Chang'e sends me the moon of lovesickness, and I take the lovesickness to make a bitter chant.
A piece of clear light of a thousand ancient shadows, where is the end of the world for landing?
Mid-Autumn Wistfulness
Lonely wine in the corner, looking at the lonesome smoke.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
The sound of a thousand voices in the fall, ten thousand shadows in the moon.
The old man has been gone for a long time.
Mid-Autumn Festival
The beautiful scene of the morning, the night soul is lost.
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 moon is low in the sky, and the chrysanthemums know it is autumn.
Toad Palace is a place where you can listen to the laurel, and the dream is near the west of the old garden.
Mid-Autumn Moonrise
The sky is quiet and the sky is full of mirrors.
A thousand autumns are good today, and ten thousand miles are full of guest sorrows.
The light of the lamp is cold and the insects are gathering, the night is clear and the geese are passing by.
The sound of the flute in the house of a man, the sound of a cold laurel.
The "Mid-Autumn Night" and the use of the original jade
Where can I find the feelings of this night? The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of the night, and you were in the middle of the night.
The moonlight is so frosty that the winds are blowing.
This is the first time I've ever seen a movie in which I've had a chance to be in the movie, and I've never been able to be in the movie.
The moon is a very beautiful day, and it is a very beautiful day, and it is a very beautiful day.
The first time I saw the movie, I saw the movie, and it was the first time I saw the movie, and it was the first time I saw the movie, and it was the first time I saw the movie, and it was the first time I saw the movie.
The moon is very quiet in the sky, and half of it is in the fall.
The first thing you need to do is to get drunk in front of the book, and the second thing you need to do is to get sad.
The wind is cold and the clothes are single, so send me to the cold palace.
When did the moon begin to rise in the sky?
The moon is in its fifteenth year, and the year is already twenty-three, so I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get through it.
The first time I saw this, it was a dream, and the second time I saw it, it was a dream.
Mid-Autumn Festival
The frost and dew are invading the building, and I know that the roundness of the circle is not by heart.
A fall of a thousand water, the end of the evening clear light Phi Wanzen.
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 say, "I'm not going to be able to do this, I'm not going to be able to do this.
Mid-Autumn Night on the outskirts of the city to the moon
The green sky has a moon in the clouds, drink the lonely light and drink wine.
The moonlight is in the sky, and the moon is in the clouds, and the moonlight is in the sky, and the wine is in the moonlight.
It's hard to return to me, but it's hard to be with you in the fall.
It is also expected to Stuart a sigh, never feelings like smoke and dust
Wang Wei, "September 9 Memories of Shandong Brothers"
Alone in a foreign land for the foreign guest,
Every festival doubly think of their relatives.
I know where my brothers climbed to the top,
and there are fewer cornelian dogs.
Du Fu's Memories of My Brother on a Moonlit Night
The garrison drums break the line of people, and the sound of geese is heard on the edge of autumn.
The dew is white from 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.
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