When the hairy paws on the hillside show their heads
When the apricot blossoms are going to blossom with this spring's message
When the concrete road sends my thoughts home
When the freedom that belongs to me hasn't yet descended
When the blurred good memories of you all are becoming clearer and clearer in my mind
On the eve of the Ching Ming Festival
I miss my relatives beneath the soil of my homeland
You have already forgotten what I look like
I miss my family members beneath the dirt of the hometown. p> On the eve of the Ching Ming Festival
Remembering my loved ones under the soil of my hometown
You have forgotten what I look like
And you have given me a common grave to kneel on
But my life is related to you
You have been buried by the spring under the grasses and the wildflowers
In my heart
You are eternal and you will always be there.
You are eternal
The family of this world
is gradually moving away from me
All the things of this world
you are no longer enjoyable
My grandparents, who left earlier
You guard the feng shui of the ancestral grave
You are the nearest and most obscure parents in the world
My eldest brother, who left earlier, is no longer enjoyable
You are the nearest and most indistinct parents in the world
Your grave is covered with grassOh, the neighboring Oh, the apricot blossoms that bloomed early
Do you remember your love for your family, your compassion for your children
and your congenital diseases?
You never rode a bike in your life
But you liked to sit behind me in my car
You told me to read the new publications
My sick parents
Now, you are only in my dreams
I look all over, but I don't see you in my life
I don't dare to look at your pictures sometimes
You always feel like you're right next to me. I always feel that you are watching over me from my side
And my uncle who is close by
Inherently, I am getting clearer and clearer in my forgetfulness
So quiet and occasional coughing
There are days of hardship in my white hair
The so-called hometown
is the ancestral grave of my blood
Tall poplars
The so-called hometown is the ancestral grave of my blood
I am not sure if I can see you in my dreams
I am not sure if I can see you in my dreams. They send us away
But they send back our thoughts
They are destined to have no tears
Sprinkled on the homeland of worship
Because you may need our strength
They are destined to have no smiles
They are destined to have no smiles
They are destined to have no smiles
To send us away
Because you are quietly sleeping
You don't care about your children and grandchildren in this world anymore.
But we remember your love
Your blessings
And your gaze
I don't dare to look back
I'm still afraid to wet my feet with tears
I'm afraid that you'll give away your happiness with both hands
And we'll enjoy it
Compared to your departure
I'm afraid that you'll never be able to see me again
I don't want to see you again
I don't want to see you again. Compared to your departure
I feel that my little feelings and trials
are not worth mentioning
Your quiet sleep
is to let us live in peace
Above my veins
is your constant sustenance
Under the trees of the road ahead of me
is your caring gaze. The eyes
Handed me the path of a lifetime of far sailing
Let me squander the love of this life
O loved ones
Spring has come and the earth has awakened
Love for the world
Is my final expression to you
Your quiet sleep
Is to let us live in peace
2. Prose, modern poems about missing your loved ones.July 10, 13:50 "Looking Back" Title: Buddha said: the previous life of the 500 times to look back in exchange for this life's a brush with the shoulder, so how many times I have to look back in order to really live in your heart? （In my past life, I often looked back, waved my handkerchief and floated into a cloud, how many lovesicknesses, how many sadnesses, and finally became a water trail to send me far away, in this life, I search for the lost footprints of my past life, trekking through the mountains and water, and enter your eyes, in my past life, 500 times I looked back in exchange for a passing by in this life, and I will look back 1,000 times in exchange for a stop in front of you in this life, I ask the Buddha: How many times do I need to look back in exchange for a passing by in this life? I asked Buddha: How many times do I have to look back before I can truly live in your heart? Buddha was speechless, I could only look back like a moth to a fire, I could look back without any consequences, I could look back without any reasons, I looked back and looked back again, a thousand times, you were in my eyes and in my heart, I looked back and looked forward to your tenderness, I looked back and looked forward to a long time together, I looked back and looked back in a boat, I looked back at the lotus leaves, and they formed the sorrow in my eyes, and in this life, Buddha has fulfilled my longing, letting me walk into your eyes, I looked for a long time and was tired, I walked through mountains and waters to enter your eyes. I've searched for you for a long time and I'm tired, I just want to rest in your arms, I just want your hand to wipe away the tears on my face, I just want your warmth to warm my cold hands, don't ask me why I searched for you in this life, I didn't drink the Mona's Soup, my heart is attached to you, don't ask me why I'm crying, I didn't drink the Mona's Soup, I still remember the despair of the last life when I parted, say that I'm weeping with joy and my tears are on your lapel, the sorrows from the previous life have bloomed into a tree of lilacs, I just want to be with you hand in hand, I just want to be with you. I just want to join hands with you under the tree to see the one that blooms into five petals to predict our happiness I still look back often in this life I still won't drink the Mona's soup in the next life I'll still search for you in the next life I'll still hold hands with you to look for the five-petaled lilacs, a blossomed tree how can I let you meet me at my most beautiful moment for this I've been begging Buddha for 500 years to let us have a relationship with each other and he made me a tree that grows wherever you go
Tonight, in my childhood, riding on the back of a cow, I heard my mother say, "The moon is a silver flute, and the mooncake is the moon painted in the sky. It is reflected in the eyes.
Tonight, as a teenager, I stood by the old well and heard my mother say, "The moon is the golden windlass, and the mooncake is the moon that falls at the bottom of the well. The moon is the golden windlass, and the mooncake is the moon that falls at the bottom of the well.
The youthful me, who was so ambitious, left my hometown, and my mother said, "Take a flute with you, and when you are homesick, play a song about the moonlight in your hometown. Tonight, the moonlight is like a flower, the years are like a flower, I took the stars and the moon in my mother's hand, and my mother said: "Son, drink it, the hometown has come to your heart".
Oh, this is a bowl of water from the old well.
The city is bustling and empty, swollen with vapid happiness, and I, with my eyes full of barrenness, look for strange familiarity. When your hand reached out to me, the pain and tenderness that I was holding back, the layers opened up.
You said it was time to go home.
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world who has been in the world for a long time.
The sound of the countryside curls up and pulls down the tears in my eyes. There is no one who is willing to be like a wandering soul floating in a foreign land, let us think of home, increasingly barren and decaying, such as the old man's sighs like the wind candle, sound snot and tears.
We also have the spirit of the wind, is also arrogant and wild, unbeatable. But the bottom of the heart but there is always a natural wound, a touch of pain.
The sad thing is, we grew up in the same blue sky in the same country, that soil, but there are advantages and disadvantages. There is a section of the heart was simple and clear, through the light blue.
There is a period of pure joy, supporting the day-to-day exhaustion. Maybe we grew up, everything has changed, such as seeing more clutch, the heart will be wrapped into a hard as iron.
Just, in the dark, silent, inch by inch, peeled off are missing the corpse. The path in front of the door, the bamboo forest behind the house.
The chickens are crowing in the morning, and the farmers are returning home under the setting sun. The playmate next door, the boy at the same table.
There is also the ignorance and shyness of love. There are some things, after, leaving traces, into the years, into the memories.
Although there is a little pain, dull fall in the heart, will occasionally ignore, but never forget. There are some emotions, like a teenager simple matters of the heart, experienced such as a hijacking after the thought, it will be through a light blue.
Your sadness, lurking in the mottled shadows of the old house, and all around, the grass has been bleak. The pond reflects the young face, innocent and happy.
And now our hearts, has flown too far. The line is broken.
Inches of pain. You said, even if life is like evergreen, there will always be a day when the leaves return to their roots.
The time to go home. We are together.
Under the tree, there are many holy monks, and each one of them is a Buddha. Time and light without shadow and water without sound, a branch and a leaf without wasting time.
3. Poems about missing relatives1. Missing my father By Yuan Aihua Who hasn't climbed on his father's shoulders, which were always as broad and strong as the mighty Kunlun and stood tall in the wind and the rain? Who hasn't held his father's arms, which were always as thick and strong as steel and iron jaws and pale pale pale pale and strong, and his father's body, which were always as magnificent as the pines and cypresses, which the snow couldn't break, and his father's shoulders carrying the plow and the harrow, which he used to carry in the fields, which were always as big as the pines and cypresses, and the snow couldn't break them? 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, passed down from generation to generation in the memory of our children and grandchildren, and the memories of our distant ancestors are still fresh in our minds, and our loved ones are always in our thoughts.
4. Kneeling request: there are about homesickness, homesickness for relatives of the ancient poem, new poem (modern poetry), fragments,Poems about homesickness Reward points: 10 | Question time: 2009-10-7 14:45 | Questioner: rege
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September 9 Memories of the Shandong brothers
Alone in a foreign land is a foreign guest, every festive season doubly think of relatives.
Remote knowledge of the brothers climbed high, all inserted Cornus less a person.
Morning walk in the Shangshan Mountains
In the morning, I started to walk to my hometown.
The sound of the rooster and the moon in the store, the frost on the boardwalk.
The mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, and the flowers of Hovenia are bright on the post wall.
The dream of Duling is a dream, and the wild geese are all over the pond.
When I met the envoy to the capital, Cen Sen (岑参), a Tang dynasty poet, was there.
The road to the old homeland is a long one,
I can't dry up the tears of the dragon bells in both my sleeves.
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 a human day
Xue Daoheng
It is only seven days since the spring of my life,
and it has been two years since I left my home.
After the geese have fallen,
I think of my hair before the flowers.
The trip to Shuo Fang
Liu Soap
It's been ten years since I was away from home,
and I've been thinking about Xianyang day and night.
For no reason at all, he crossed the Sanggan River,
but he hoped that the city was his hometown.
I heard the flute in the city of Luocheng in the spring night
Li Bai
Whose flute flew secretly,
and scattered into the spring breeze all over the city of Luocheng.
The night of the song, I heard the broken willow,
Who can't afford the love of the old garden.
Remembering my brother in the moonlit night
Du Fu
The drums of the eleventh day of the month break the line of people, and the sound of geese on the edge of autumn.
The dew is white tonight, 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 was never sent, not to mention the fact that the army had not yet rested.
Handan's winter solstice is the winter solstice, and I'm holding my knees in front of the lamp, and I'm thinking of home.
I thought of sitting deep in the night at home and talking about the people who traveled far away.
The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of the night, and you were in the middle of the night, and you were in the middle of the night.
The first time I saw it, my heart was broken, and I couldn't turn back.
Looking at the stage
In the Jing'an mansion, there is a willow in the window, and in front of the stage, there is a flower on the ground.
The two places are in the same springtime, and the people who live in them are thinking of their homes.
The trip sends Hunan Zhang Langzhong Rong Yu
The cold river near the house is flowing sound, bamboo shadow when the window is chaotic moonlight. I don't know the width of the lake in my dreams, but I still come to Luoyang City at night.
The village line Wang Yucheng
The chrysanthemums are yellowing on the path of the horse through the mountain, and the letter of the horse is long and leisurely. The first time I saw the movie, it was a very good one, and I was very happy to see it. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the color of the leaves, and the flowers of the buckwheat are in bloom. What's the matter with you is that you're not happy about it, and the village bridge and the original trees look like my hometown.
The poem is written in the following way:
Poem 1: "Summer Thoughts" by Jean Dongqing
Let me hold a summer rain
Nourish your drought-ridden heart
Let me catch a cool breeze
Whisk away your fatigue
Let me open a spring
To give you the opportunity to enjoy the beauty of the world and the beauty of the world, you must be able to enjoy the beauty of the world.
I'll give you endless sweetness
I'll pick a lotus flower
I'll warm up your beautiful smile
I'll give you all these things
To give you a refreshing summer
My thoughts
Originated from that summer when I met you
Inside the pavilion
Beside the pool
I'll hold hands with you when we met from the rain
I'll hold hands with you when we met from the rain. Rain and meet hand in hand
Your bright smile
Like jade like the moon
Your white dress
Like a lotus like a cloud
Your melodious voice
Like the strings of a zither playing
From then on, millions of greetings
Endless
Poem 2: "Thinking of the Old Man in the Moonlit Night" Author: Wu Aixiang
Tonight
When the moon rises
That bright moon from the Tang Dynasty
is still at the window
visiting my tireless reading
You called out my maiden name to identify with me
At this moment, the floodgates of memory
have never been closed again
That year, that moon, and that man
And those years, that moon, and that man
have never been closed.
And all those memories of the past
are not as bad as the smoke
Those seeds sown in the spring
The sound of verdure
Once called, it greened up the poetic countryside
The vast plains, and the homeland of the sea
Swinging poetic accompanied by the fragrance of laurel
That's my home, and it's the youth I left behind.
In the deepest part of the world, you are
the irreplaceable book of my life
I would like to wait
The full moon is a painting, the lack of moon is a poem
Poetry 3: "Thinking of you" by Bai Yan Yan
In the days when I am calm and quiet like water
I long for the only time I am touched
But all of the expectations
are a luxury.
It's a luxury
I used to laugh like the wind
I used to cry like the rain
All the flowers in my heart bloomed and then withered
My inexplicable thoughts are as rich and fragrant as flowers
Blooming in the branches of years
Fragrant in each season
Looking back at yesterday's little bits and pieces
I'm not sure if there is anyone who will stay for me
I'm not sure if there is anyone who will stay for me.
Who stays for me
Even a shallow smile
Will make my whole heart throb
Now drifting on the road to the end of the world
Thoughts have been precipitated by the years
There is no more rising tide
I can only stand on the edge of the years
Patiently waiting to hear from you
Poems IV: "The Shadow of a Classmate" By Xiangxue
All the days
are marked by the shadow of a classmate
Gentle gaze
positioned in my shyness,
the shadow of a classmate misty
all these days
the shadow of a classmate disappeared,
the reunion is hard to forget
Silent gaze
Leaves the camera,
Classmates gone
The farther they go the closer they seem to be
As I prayed a thousand times
All the days,
Surprisingly
Shadows of classmates.
Poem 5: "Thoughts of Forever" By: Xu Kehong
The years go by and the time goes by
Through the history of time and space, thoughts are left behind
It's the end of the autumn and the end of the winter and it's the Cold Food Festival
On the first day of October of the Chinese lunar calendar
Hanging on to thoughts haunts the traditional folklore
Burning a piece of paper money and sending it with food and drink, etc., and cold clothes
The poem is a poem about the time when the people of the world were in a hurry.
The burning of paper money, food, drink, and cold clothes
to send the souls of our departed ancestors
Every household knows about it
Burning paper money to pay tribute to our ancestors
Nourishes the lights in every home and extends
the call of the heart
as a custom of the Chinese people
The memory and thoughts of our children and grandchildren
are passed down from generation to generation
to the present day.
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 return of the night song. 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 thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
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 long wind is a few thousand miles away, blowing through the Jade Gate Pass.
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 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 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 I want to do it in a way that will make me happy.
14, "Twilight River" Tang Bai Juyi A remnant of the sun is 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 Question of Dayu Mountain North Post (Song Zhiwen) The geese flying south in the cloudy moon are rumored to 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 have fallen 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 does not see 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. Changxiangsi 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 miss 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, the hometown apricot Tang Sikong Tu send flowers send wine hi new open, 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 Wei Zhuang year after year spring sadness in a foreign land, Du Qu.
I sing the songs of the old year in the new year
I hope the notes will bring in the sunshine
to warm every wall in the house
I cook a few cups of tea and wait for my loved ones to come back from afar in this winter
I always worry that the good old days will go too fast
I am always worried about the good old days, but I don't know if I can do anything about them.
My album was turned upside down
And my wine was drained
Who else kissed me on the forehead
And so the heart sang happily
Thinking of My Loved Ones Far Away
Autumn chrysanthemums are in bloom
As bright as the stars of June
Tonight, I'll stand quietly
And I will let the colorful memories come back to me.
What a dusk it was
You stubbornly left without saying goodbye
Leaving behind endless thoughts
But sending away the laughter that belonged to me
Traumatized songs drifted in the rain
In the distance, the moon shone brightly
I used to fill the sincere meditation
Devotedly blessing you. p> Finally, I cried
8. Poems about missing your hometown and your loved ones1.
In the coming days, before the window, the cold plums will be in bloom.
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 before 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 on 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. （
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.