There are warm poems about home 1. What are the warm poems describing the family?
A poem describing "the warmth of home";
1, where is the autumn wind? Xiao Xiao sent the goose. When the morning light enters the courtyard, lonely guests smell it first. -Liu Yuxi &; lt； Autumn wind attracts >
2. Wan Li, home of a lonely boat, far away from people, a few lines of tears are clear. -Ma Zhiyuan &; lt； Beautiful poems about home in Shouyang District. Xiaoxiang nocturne >
3. The hometown has a long way to go east, and the tears of the double-sleeved dragon bell are not dry. I'll meet you immediately, without paper and pen. Please tell my family that I'm safe. -Cen Can&; lt； Meet the messengers of Beijing
4. My support is declining, and I am worried about learning to pray. -Li Ang&; lt； Self-improvement >
5, two spring scenes are done on the same day, and people will be homesick. -Bai Juyi &; lt； Wang Yitai >
6, a cup of turbid restaurant Wan Li, no joy. -Fan Zhongyan &; lt； Yujiaao >
7. You come from my old country. Tell me what happened there! . Beautiful poems about home. -Wang Wei&; lt； Miscellaneous poems >
8. In the past, Wang Xietang flew into the homes of ordinary people. -Liu Yuxi &; lt； Wuyi lane >
9. My home in Wu Hui is far from the mountains, and the white clouds are deep in other places. -Chen Ziliang &; lt； Homesick in spring in Saibei >
10, the teenager leaves home, the old man returns, and the local accent does not change. -He Zhang Zhi&; lt； Hometown book >
1 1, don't laugh at the farmers' wine, and leave enough chickens and dolphins in good years. -Lu You&; lt； Passing through the old village >
12, Tian Jia has no neighbors and sits alone in a garden. -Lu&; lt； Two questions about the rate of villa in the Spring Festival Evening >
13, the moon is bright tonight. I wonder who will fall in Qiu Si? -Wang Jian &; lt； Watching the moon on fifteen nights >
14, prepare chicken and rice for me, old friend, you entertain me on your farm. -Meng Haoran &; lt； Passing through the old village >
15, crossing the dry water of mulberry for no reason, but looking at Bingzhou as my hometown. -Liu Zao&; lt； Travel to the north >
2. What are the poems about "warm home"?
The poems about "warm home" are:
1. The sound of a leaf, the sound of autumn, a little banana and a little sadness, after the third night of my dream. _ _ _ _ Xu Zaisi's Water Fairy Night Rain
People say that sunset is the end of the world. _ _ _ _ Li Gou's homesickness
3. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows you. _ _ _ _ Gao Shi's Two Biedongda Poems
4. The moon is already at sea and over the horizon. _ _ _ _ Zhang Jiuling's Full Moon Philip Burkart
On the green spring day, I started to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine. _ _ _ _ Du Fu's The Yellow River was Recovered by the Imperial Army.
He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! . _ _ _ _ Du Fu's Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night
7. Endless, longing for hometown. _ _ _ _ Zhang Jiuling's "Xijiang Night"
8. May people live for a long time, and thousands of miles are beautiful. _ _ _ _ Su Shi's Mid-Autumn Festival in Chen Bing
9. If relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other, a piece of ice heart is in the jade pot. _ _ _ _ Wang Changling "Breaking up with Xin Jian at Furong Inn"
10. The drooping leaves on foreign trees and the cold light of lonely lanterns at night. _ _ _ _ Ma Dai's "Autumn Chrysanthemum on Bashang"
1 1. Whose flute is flying in the dark and scattered in the spring breeze of Los Angeles. _ _ _ _ Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night/Smelling the flute in Luoyang on a Spring Night"
12. Spring breeze and green Jiang Nanan, when will the bright moon shine on me? _ _ _ _ Wang Anshi's "Dengguazhou"
13. Should Lingnan be bad? But this road. This peace of mind is my hometown. _ _ _ _ Su Shi's Youth Tour, South China Sea Belongs to Wang Dingguo.
14. Now, when I meet people near my village, I dare not ask a question. _ _ _ _ Song Wenzhi's Crossing the Han River
15. The wind changed into snow, and the dream of breaking the hometown failed. There was no such sound in the garden. _ _ _ _ Nalan Xingde's "Sauvignon Blanc, A Climbing Journey"
16. Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness. _ _ _ _ Du Fu's Hope for Spring
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3. Warm poems describing the family
Home is everyone's safe haven; Home is everyone's spiritual sustenance; Home, let everyone find a warm feeling, and I am no exception. In our family, love is everywhere: love, caress, care and love. I live in this little house full of love. It was cold, and my mother added clothes to me. It's hot, my father shakes my fan; In the evening, every detail of my parents covering me with a quilt warms me!
2. Home is warm and sweet, which can relieve people's cold in winter and bring spiritual comfort to people.
3. What's at home? There are relatives at home. There is warmth. Have a good impression. Let us have our own blue sky, it is family. At home, who is our closest relative? It's mom and dad.
4. Home is a small nest where people can draw warmth and enjoy care. Home is also an area that needs responsibility and gratitude!
5, home is warm, it is the torch to convey love. Through warm and humid spring and cold winter, home will always be home, accommodating the world of love. I am the patron saint of this ocean of love.
6. Home is a warm harbor, which brings people a warm feeling; Home is the eternal shore, giving people the feeling of dreaming and caring.
7. Home is a warm harbor for wandering souls; Home is a big tree like an umbrella, which blocks the cool sunshine in summer; Home is a cool rain that blows away the tired dust; Home is always a stub for caring and cherishing happiness.
8. This is my home. Every brick and tile is made of love. The smile of my family has given me endless wealth, and the care of my family has given me endless strength. I firmly believe that as long as a person has his ideal home, plus hard work and diligence, the goal of success will be closer and closer to himself. Family is a warm harbor, how apt this metaphor is! I am very proud that I have this warm harbor.
4. A warm poem describing hometown
Money (qiān) is unfamiliar with traffic, and chickens and dogs are familiar with each other. Among them, men and women wear clothes (zhuó) and are familiar with others. They have yellow hair and enjoy it. This is a song (Tang ornaments) wandering with family. In the hands of a kind mother, Meng Jiao made clothes for her wayward son's body. She sewed them carefully and mended them thoroughly, fearing that it would delay him coming home late, but how much she loved inches of grass. Wang Jian's atrium looks at the moon for fifteen nights, crows are in white trees, and osmanthus in Coody Leng is silent and wet. Tonight, the moon is crowded with people. I don't know whose home Qiu Si is. Qiu Si, a native of Luoyang, wants a writer to write a meaningful book. He was too anxious to be afraid, and the pedestrians were about to leave again. -Where is Liu Yuxi's autumn wind? As soon as the wind blows, geese flock to the courtyard. Lonely guests are the first to hear about it. -One journey took place on Mount Dede in Nalanxing, Sauvignon Blanc, and the other took place on water. It's a thousand lights at night. The wind changed into snow, and the dream of breaking the hometown failed, and there was no such sound in my hometown. The sky is clear, the old vines in Qiu Si are faint crows, the bridges are flowing, and the ancient roads are thin horses in the west wind. The sun went down.
5. What poems describe "family warmth"?
1, Qingjiang is a song that embraces the village. Everything in Changjiang Village is quiet.
Swallows on the beam fly freely, and blind dates in the water are similar and accompanied.
The old lady is using a chessboard, and the younger son is making a hook with an injection.
However, an old friend provides rice, what else can I ask for?
Said by: Tang Du Fu, a native of Jiangcun.
The clear river winds through the village, and everything in the village looks elegant in the long summer. Swallows on the beam fly freely, and Bai Ou in the water approaches each other and accompanies each other. The old lady is drawing a chessboard with paper, and the younger son is tapping a needle to make a fish hook. What can I expect as long as an old friend gives me some money and food?
The eaves are low and small, and the streams are covered with green grass.
Drunk Wu local drunk, gentle voice, white-haired old man who is it?
The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages.
My favorite is my youngest son, who is lying in the grass, peeling the lotus just picked.
From: Songxin Grade 7, Qingpingle Village Residence.
The eaves of the hut are low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass. Wu dialect, slightly drunk, sounds gentle and beautiful. Whose is that old man with white hair? The eldest son hoes beans, and the second son is busy knitting chicken coops. My favorite is the rogue's youngest son, who is lying on the grass at the head of the stream, peeling off newly picked lotus flowers.
3. When you go out during the day, you are numb at night, and the children in the village are in charge.
Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
From: Song Fan Chengda's Miscellaneous Seven in Summer Village.
Weeding in the fields during the day and rubbing hemp thread at home at night, both men and women in the village have their own household affairs. Although the children can't plow and weave, they have learned to grow melons in the shade of mulberry trees.
I love my son endlessly, and I am glad to be home.
Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains.
If you encounter pity, you will ask for it.
I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.
From: Qingjiang Shiquan arrived home at the end of the year.
A mother's love for her children is endless. How happy my mother is to go home during the Spring Festival. She is sewing a cotton-padded coat for me. The needle and thread are tight. The letter I sent home has just arrived, and the ink is still wet. As soon as I met my mother, she said affectionately that I had lost weight and repeatedly asked me if I was suffering outside. I bowed my head in shame and dared not tell her about my wandering.
5, don't laugh at the farmer's wax wine, keep the customer chickens and dolphins in good years.
There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay.
The day of playing flute and drums is approaching, and the villagers are still dressed simply.
In the future, if you can go out in the moonlight, I will knock on your door at any time with my cane.
From: Song "Shanxi Village Tour".
Don't laugh at the muddy wine brewed in the twelfth lunar month. There are many dishes for guests to enjoy on Fengshou Island. The mountains overlap and the water twists and turns. I'm afraid there is no way out. Suddenly, a mountain village appeared in front of me. The day of playing flute and drum in the Spring Festival Club is coming. The villagers are dressed simply and still retain the ancient customs. In the future, if I can go out for a walk in the bright moonlight, I will definitely knock on your door at any time with a cane.
6. Poems about home (warmth and happiness)
Money (qiān) blames (mi) traffic, and chickens and dogs hear each other.
Men and women are familiar with each other's clothes (zhuó). Yellow hair, happy.
This is the thread of a wandering singer and his family (Tang Shi) in the hands of a kind mother Meng Jiao, making clothes for her wayward boy's body. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
But how much love there is in that inch-long grass, have you got three rays of spring? Looking at the moon for fifteen nights, Wang Jian's atrium, crows inhabiting Bai Shu, and silent wet osmanthus in Coody Leng. I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight.
Qiu Si, a native of Luoyang, saw the autumn wind. He wanted to find a writer to write a book. When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him.
-Autumn wind attracts you.-Where did Liu Yuxi get the autumn wind? Xiao Xiao sent the goose. When the morning light enters the courtyard, lonely guests smell it first.
—— Sauvignon Blanc takes a trip to Nalanxingde Mountain, walks in the water, walks towards Guan Yu, and lights are everywhere at night. When the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, and there is no such sound in the garden.
Patio sand Qiu Si withered vines old trees faint, small bridges flowing people, ancient roads west wind thin horses. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
Xue Daoheng has only been in spring for seven days, and I have been away from home for two years. The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom.
7. Poems about home (warmth and happiness)
1, I want to sit at home late at night and talk about people who travel far away.
From the Tang Dynasty poet Bai Juyi's Winter Night Thinking of Handan's Home.
Original poem
I miss my family at night from winter to Sunday in Handan.
Every winter solstice, I am accompanied by the shadow in front of the knee lamp.
If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers.
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When I stayed at Handan Inn, it happened to be the solstice festival in winter. At night, I sit in front of the lamp with my knees in my arms, and only the shadow is with me. I believe my relatives will gather late at night today, and they should also talk about me as a traveler.
2, Taohuayuan, family happiness.
From the Tang Dynasty poet Li Bai's Preface to the Spring Banquet of Peach and Plum Gardens.
Original poem
Preface to the Spring Banquet in Taoli Garden
The husband of heaven and earth, the inverse of everything; Time flies, and a hundred generations fly by. And floating like a dream, for joy geometry? The ancients walked by candlelight at night, not bad. Kuang Yangchun told me to smoke, and I made a big fake article. It will be a peach blossom garden and a happy family. Qun Ji Jun Xiu, all for Huilian; We sing, and we are ashamed of our happiness. You didn't get a reward. You can tell me. Give a banquet, sit on flowers, fly feathers and get drunk on the moon. Without a good hymn, why open your arms? If the poem fails, it will be punished according to the number of wines in Jingu.
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Heaven and earth are the guest houses of all things, and EMI is a passer-by through the ages. The difference between life and death is like the difference between dreaming and waking. It's impossible to explore it, and how much fun you can get! The ancients held torches at night for a reason. Besides, spring beckons me with gorgeous scenery, and nature has given me all kinds of beautiful images to gather in the Peach Blossom Garden to tell the happy past between brothers.
My younger brothers are handsome and excellent, and they all have Xie Huilian's talent, but writing poems is not as good as Xie Lingyun. I am ashamed. Elegant appreciation interest is elegant, and the conversation turns to clear words and elegant language. Banquet and enjoy famous flowers, express wine glasses and get drunk in the moonlight. Without good poetry, how can you express elegant feelings? If someone can't write a poem, it's necessary to follow Shi Chong's precedent of writing a poem in Jinguyuan. Whoever can't recite a poem will be fined three cups.
3. At home 10 acre house. It's spring, and flowers are brewing.
From the Song Dynasty poet Janice's "Jiangcheng Zixiu Nephew Liu Guohua"
Original poem
"Jiang, Jiang's nephew table"
There is a 10 acre garden on the front of the house. It's spring, and flowers are brewing. Willow is affectionate, with light smoke. Don't be the same as the library, be the policy staff, and hover a little. Fishing for mountains and water is beautiful and fresh. Drink immortals and get drunk. Free time wins high sleep. A high-ranking official and generous, how many things are broken.
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There are ten acres of countryside next to the home, and the spring is strong, and hundreds of flowers are brewing and competing. Affectionate willows, swaying in the wind, covered in light smoke. Leisure pavilions can be seen everywhere, and I always linger on crutches. Picking mountain products and fishing for river fish are delicious. I'm Brewmaster from Drunk, Drunk Zen Man. I still can't sleep in the middle of the night on idle days. People say it's good to be an official, but how many things hurt my heart.
4. The East Garden is drunk and the West Garden is drunk, and the loquat tree is golden.
From the Song Dynasty poet Dai Fugu's "Going in Early Summer"
Original poem
Travel to Bird in early summer.
Duck pond water is shallow and deep, and the weather is half sunny and half cloudy when plums are ripe.
The East Garden is full of wine and the West Garden is drunk, and the loquat trees are golden.
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Ducks are playing in the shallow or deep water of the pond, plums are ripe, and the weather is half sunny and half cloudy. In this pleasant weather, I gave a banquet and invited some friends to visit the East Garden and the West Garden. Picturesque scenery, particularly comfortable mood, enjoy drinking, some people are already drunk. Loquat in the garden is full of fruits, hanging on the tree like gold, just picking and drinking and tasting.
5, Xifeng Lizaoshan Garden, children steal long poles.
From the Song Dynasty poet Xin Qiji's "Qing Ping Le Jiao Jian Shan Yuan Shu Jian"
Original poem
Qing Ping Le, as seen in the book.
Li Anyun Songzhu, everything starts from now on. The meat and liquor at the head of the bed are cooked with crutches first.
Children are stealing a long pole in Lizaoshan Garden in Xifeng. Don't surprise others. I will sit quietly and watch.
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The endless pine and bamboo in the mountain garden are connected with the white clouds in the sky. It's time to settle for seclusion here and live in peace with the world. On the day of the Autumn Festival, my family, who presided over the festival with crutches, sent me a meat sacrifice, just as the jar of white wine at the bedside had just been made, just for a hearty drink.
The west wind has started, and the pears, dates and other fruits in the mountain garden are ripe. A group of greedy children, with long bamboo poles, secretly beat pears and dates on the tree. Don't let your family disturb your children. Let me quietly observe their innocent behavior here. This is also a kind of fun.
8. Good words and sentences about the warmth of home
Good words and sentences about the warmth of home:
1. What is home? It is a warm harbor, a loess for cultivating trees, a soft fluorescence, an umbrella of love and the most beautiful cloud on the horizon.
The warmth of family is what everyone wants, because everyone has a beautiful family, a happy family and a happy family. ...
3. The temperature of birds is 3231313353236313032313635358685e5aeb93133343365438.
Home is a warm harbor, which brings people a warm feeling. Home is the eternal shore, which brings people a warm feeling. The lingering dream and eternal concern.
5. Emotion is the cradle of growth. Only under her nurturing can you grow up healthily. Affection is the source of strength, under her watering, you can thrive; Affection is the flame of the soul, and in her light, you can have a successful career; Affection is a panacea for pain. With her comfort, you can get rid of all the pain.
6. Home is a place where tired birds can rest when the sun goes down, where poor fish can escape when the wind and rain are raging, where overseas travelers dream day and night and their mothers smile gently.
7. With a home, life will be more meaningful; With a home, you will understand the meaning of happiness; With a home, your career will be more successful! When I am happy, when I am troubled, when I am misunderstood, when I am unhappy, only home is my warmth!
8. What could be happier than the happiness of my family? In my imagination, what I want to say is that only my happy little family can shelter me from the wind and rain and grow up with me happily. I will always love my home. I will study hard scientific and cultural knowledge, make my home more beautiful and lovely with wisdom, and add icing on the cake to my happy home with hardworking hands.
9. Home is warm and a torch to convey love. Through warm and humid spring and cold winter, home will always be home, accommodating the world of love. I am the patron saint of this ocean of love.
10, home is a pair of slippers handed by my lover when I return; Home is the smiling face of children jumping into their arms; Home is a steaming piece of rice on the dining table; Home is a sweet double bed reflected by the bedside lamp.
9. Help me write a poem about the warmth of home.
Topic: Warmth is not the elegant fragrance of spring breeze, the gentle singing of warblers in starry night, the brilliance of clear sky, the sunshine flowing slowly in the blue sky and white clouds, the hearty laughter at the banquet, the symphony lingering in the ancient rhyme of Chang 'an, but the face baptized by drizzle and Chongyang, but the image of the bleak autumn wind exile. The warmth of the world is nothing in the distance. Missing and caring is a half-moon shape that floats naturally in the ebb and flow of the world. It is rare to be in the same boat in warm time, and it is rare to help each other in the same boat, and treat each other with sincerity in confusion. The warmth of time is far beyond the warmth of cloth and food, far beyond the reach of mountains and valleys. The call of thunder is warm, lingering, prosperous, warm, empty, ethereal and faint. Warm ups and downs, fragrant fragrance, obedient stars, following the longitude and latitude of the sun and the moon, enjoying eternal sorrow and singing, looking for, but not the warmth of looking back suddenly. However, in my hometown abandoned by the annual rings, I am sometimes a boudoir, sometimes reserved and quiet, and sometimes addicted to madness. So I hugged and kissed the wind and rain sails and wandered in the majestic abbot of the dusk drum. So I wrote a book and visited the vast world. I was intoxicated by the rising moon. So I left my heart, warm and carefree, indifferent and arrogant under the breeze of Dongli, so I dissected the meridians of the world with dignified and deep eyes. The desolation of personnel and even the fuzzy line of emotion suddenly found that warmth is just the desire of ordinary people. Inexplicable but helpless. It is a beautiful scenery built by spirit and flesh. From then on, I was disappointed, disappointed. Since then, I have been worried about that warm visit. From then on, I became aware of myself and cheered. I'm drunk. I sang. I brought a crane to play the flute. I rowed and fished in the ethereal harbor, which excited my high heart.