Poetry about missing the house

1. You come from my old country. Tell me what happened there! .

When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? (Wang Wei's miscellaneous poems)

2. I left home when I was young, and my local accent has not changed.

Where do children come from when they meet strangers? "He Zhang's" Homecoming Book ")

3. Leave the mountain to rest, winter will come, and spring will come.

The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home. Song Wenzhi "Crossing the Han River")

Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water.

Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.

... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.

I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. (Wang Wan's "A Stop at the foot of Beibao Mountain")

It's only seven days in spring and two years away from home.

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. (Xue Daoheng's "Homecoming")

6. The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is it frosty already? .

I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. (Li Bai's "Silent Night Thinking"

7. Whose rain flute flies in the dark, and the spring breeze permeates Los Angeles.

In this nocturne, everyone can't remember the national conditions. (Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night")

8. It has been ten frosts in Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night.

For no reason, I crossed the mulberry river, but I hope that Bing is my hometown. (Liu Zao's "Journey to the North")

9. A vagrant hears drums that indicate fighting, and a wild goose rings in autumn.

The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!

Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.

Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.

Bai Juyi's Three Homesick Poems

Wang Yitai

Jing' an mansion, facing the willow in front of the window every day, is far away at this moment; At the station, the spring is fading and flowers are everywhere.

Two beautiful springs, on the same day; At this time, family members miss their relatives outside, and people outside miss their families.

Coconut silk is good in Handan from winter to the sun.

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.

Nanpubie

In Nanpu's bleak drudgery, the autumn wind is bleak.

Turn back immediately, my heart is broken, so I can leave and don't look back.

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2. What are the poems about homesickness? (1) In addition to writing at night [Tang], the cold light in the hotel wakes up alone, and the guest's heart turns sad.

My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty. (2) Going home [Tang] Du Mu's younger son asked, why did you stay late? * * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns? (3) Homesickness [Song] Li Gou said that the sunset is the end of the world, and I can't see my distant home.

Castle Peak is being influenced by Castle Peak, which covers my sight. Twilight, Castle Peak. (4) Beijing Normal University has a letter from home [Ming] Yuan Kaijiang is three thousand miles away, and there are fifteen lines of letters from home.

There is nothing else between me, just telling me to go back to my hometown as soon as possible. 5] Hao Chu and the great master watched the mountains and sent relatives and friends to Beijing [Tang] Dai Shulun's seaside mountains were like swords and clouds.

How can we turn this body into tens of millions, scattered to the heads of state's homes to see! [6] Where is Wei's hometown? It's leisurely to think about it.

Autumn night in Huainan, the high house smells wild geese coming. (7) Miscellaneous Poems (Wang Wei) You from my old country, tell me what happened there! .

When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? (8) Inscription on the wall of an inn in the north of Dayu Mountain (Song Dynasty) The cloud flies south and turns back here this month. Birds don't enter, but I don't travel far to Lingnan. I don't know when, when can I return home?

The tide receded, the river rippled quietly, the forest was dark and malaria was scattered. Tomorrow I will climb to the top of the mountain and look north at my hometown, or I can see the red berries on the top of the mountain.

Seeing off a friend (Li Bai) at Jingmen Ferry; sailing from Jingmen Ferry, you will be with people in the south soon. At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness.

The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces. The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.

⑽ Wanderers listen to drums, younger brother (Du Fu) moonlit night, autumn geese. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!

Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Delivering books is often late. What can we expect in the war? .

⑾ Farewell (Sui folk songs) The willows are green and the flowers are flying all over the sky. The wicker folding ruler flies away. Will pedestrians come back? ⑿ Looking at the Moon at Fifteen Nights (Wang Jian): Bai Shu Crow Habitat Atrium, Coody Leng Silent Wet Osmanthus fragrans.

I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight. [13] Every messenger comes to the hometown of Jingshi, and it's a long way to Xiu Yuan, and his sleeves are full of tears.

I'll meet you immediately, without paper and pen. Please tell my family that I'm safe. [14] Show your son (Lu You) that he is dead and everything is empty, but he is sad to see Kyushu.

Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news! ⒂ Fisherman's pride (Fan Zhongyan) blocked the scenery of Qiu Lai, and Hengyang geese were neglected and besieged on all sides.

Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes. A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet.

The pipe strength is covered with frost. People don't sleep, and the general has white hair and tears.

[14] A plum blossom crossing the Wujiang River (Jie Jiang) is full of spring worries. The boat on the river rocked and the curtain moved upstairs.

Du Qiuniang and Tainiang Bridge. The wind is floating and the rain is falling.

When will you go home to wash the guest robes? The silver word is the tone, and the heart word is the fragrance.

Time can easily throw people away. Cherry is red and banana is green.

⒄ Tianjingsha Qiu Si (Ma Zhiyuan) Dead vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, old roads and thin horses. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

⒅ The prison wall (Tan Sitong) looked at the door, stopped thinking about James Zhang, and endured death for a while. My smile goes from the horizontal knife to the sky and stays in the liver and gallbladder.

Trick chapter feelings (Tan Sitong) Everything in the world is in spring sorrow, and now I cry to Cang Ming. Forty million people shed tears together. Where is China at the end of the world?

3. Poems about missing.

1. Once the sea was difficult for water, it was amber forever. -Yuan Zhen's Five Poems of Self-reflection, No.4.

2. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light, is it frosted already? . -Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night

3. Dead vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, old roads and thin horses. -Ma Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha Qiu Si"

4. When a person is a stranger in a foreign land, he misses his family more often during the festive season. -Wang Wei's "Thinking of My Shandong Brothers on Vacation in the Mountain"

When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches. -Wang Wei's "Acacia"

6. linglong dice Ann Monkey Bean, do you know how much you miss it? -The article "Two Songs of Nan Gezi"

7. I don't know who to talk to about lovesickness. -Yan's Sauvignon Blanc.

8. Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home. -Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night

9. Looking back at the flowers lazily is half qualified. -Yuan Zhen's Five Poems of Self-reflection, No.4.

10. I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval. -Li Shangyin's "Jinse"

1 1. If you don't miss your life, you will miss it and it will hurt you. -Xu Zaisi's "Gui Ling Chun Qing"

12. I just hope your heart is the same as mine. Don't miss it. -Li Chi Ngai's operator, I live at the head of the Yangtze River.

4. The poem about missing is a stranger in a foreign land, who misses his relatives more often during the festive season. -Wang Wei's "Thinking of My Shandong Brothers on Vacation in the Mountain"

I miss my home, but I miss my brother. I watch the clouds and sleep during the day. -Du Fu's "Hate Farewell"

Flowers fall six times to sparse information, and the month is thousands of miles away. -Yang Wanli's "The View of Sending Luggage"

Alone at the bottom of the river, I think quietly, and the moonlight is like water.

Where are all the people who come to play with the moon? The scenery is vaguely like last year. -Zhao Wei's "Jiang Lou Qing"

Don't miss each other for no reason, look back again.

Yuntai is still there, and the old fragrance is a hundred times. -Huang Zhongze feels old.

You're thinking about dust. Spring is full of Yun Lan. -Bai Juyi's "East to Wenchang"

Farewell hall in the hall to recall the friendship of friends, bypass the mountain behind the water, a long journey. -Chen Ziang's "Farewell to Friends on a Spring Night"

Bamboo branches, bamboo branches, tears of acacia sustenance.

Chuck wants to listen to the lyre, moonlit in Xiaoxiang. -Liu Yuxi's Xiaoxiang God

Tonight, people are looking forward to it. I wonder who will fall in Qiu Si? -Wang Jian's "Looking at the Moon at Fifteen Nights"

Lying on the pillow for a long time will keep the sad people awake at midnight. -Xue Tao's Autumn and Spring

I miss you like a full moon, and the brightness is decreasing every night. -Zhang Jiuling's "Fu Zi Chu Junyi"

The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world.

People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones.

Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.

You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams. -Zhang Jiuling's "Full Moon Philip Burkart"

5. Poems about missing. When will you meet? At this point, the night is awkward. Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words"

Sorrow and parting should be the same, at most, there is no clear resentment between months. Nalan Xingde's Young Beauty

A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it. Li Shangyin's Jinse

There is a kind of beauty that you can't forget when you see it. I haven't seen you for a day, and I want to be crazy. Anonymous "Feng Qiu Qin Huang Ge"

Repeated tears seal the word, and life is only difficult to die. -Wen "butterfly lovers" He is infatuated with love, and there is no place for lovesickness in the world. —— Kuang Zhouyi's "Reducing the Word Huanxisha" is naturally infatuated with life, and this resentment has nothing to do with romantic. -Ouyang Xiu's "Spring on the Jade Tower" is a thousand dollars long, just like a godsend. Who is complaining about this situation? -Xin Qiji's "Fishing"

6. Poem about missing my family 1, "Night Walk" Don Hotel stayed up all night, and his guest turned to sorrow. My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty. 2. "Going Home" Don Tu Mu asked, why is it still too late to return? * * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns? 3, "Homesickness" Song Liguo said that the sunset is the end of the world, and I can't see my hometown at the end of the world. They hate the blue mountain, which is still covered by dusk clouds. 4. "Letters from the Capital" shows that Yuan Kaijiang is 3,000 Li, and the letter is 15 lines. There is nothing to say when you go, but you should return to China early. 5, "Seeing the Mountain with the People in Haochu and Sending Relatives to Beijing" Liu Tang Zongyuan seaside mountain is like a sword. Returning to thinking is leisurely. In autumn night in Huainan, geese come from Gaozhai. 7. Miscellaneous Poems: Don, you come from my old country and tell me what happened there! When you passed my window, it was plum blossom, while Han Mei was in bloom? 8. "Shan Risi Shandong Brothers" Tang people are in a foreign land, and they miss their relatives every holiday. He knows where the brothers are climbing, and one person is missing everywhere. 9. "Seeing Friends Off at Jingmen Ferry" Tang Libai, sailing to Jingmen Ferry, soon you will be with people in the south. It is the end of the mountain and the starting point of the plain. The river winds through the wilderness, the moon is lifted like a mirror, and the sea clouds shine like a palace. I still pity my hometown water and send a boat thousands of miles. 10, "Moonlight Billion My Brother" defended by Tang Du Fu. He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! Oh, my brothers, lost and scattered, what does life mean to me without you? . Books are often not delivered. What can I expect in wartime? . 1 1, Changqing's "Temple View of General Wu's Terrace in Autumn", which is old and homesick in autumn. There are few people in the wild temple, and the clouds are separated by water depth. The sun is still setting in the west, and the cold forest is full of empty forests. Today, the Yangtze River hangs alone. 12, "Bamboo Branches" in Yuxi, Liu Tang, spring grass is everywhere in Baidicheng, and Baiyanshan Mountain goes down to Qingjiang, Sichuan. Southerners come up to sing a song, while northerners don't go to their hometown. 13 "Chang 'an returns to Yangzhou on September 9th", and the Suihe River always dies in the south. There are chrysanthemums under the fence in my hometown. How many flowers have bloomed today? But I'm sad that Kyushu is different. Julian Waghann is concentrated in the north, and the family sacrifice never forgets to tell Naiweng. 15, the fisherman's love song Fan Zhongyan blocked the scenery, but Hengyang geese ignored it, sounding thousands of miles in all directions, and the smoke was long and lonely. A glass of turbid wine made Wan Li a success, but Ran Yan didn't go home. There is rain and frost everywhere in Guanqiang. People are homesick again. I dreamed of going home at night, but I couldn't reach Tonglu and Ming Dynasty. 17, patio Shayuan, Ma Zhiyuan, a dead vine, a faint cry, a small bridge flowing water, an ancient road and a thin horse. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. 18, after crossing the Han River, I am far away from my hometown. I am eager for news. Winter has passed and it is back to spring. The broken lamp is lonely. My hometown is full of clouds and water, which is not suitable for Qiu Meng. 20. "Send Wu 19 to Yuanling" Tang Wang Changling Yuanjiang flows to Chenyang, and Xikou meets Jun, which is a long way. Who stays away from thunderstorms in Wang Zhi, and spring water will return to his hometown next year? 1. I used to, willow is yiyi; It rained when I thought of it today. Sad songs can make you cry, but from afar, you can see Danggui-a folk song of Han Yuefu. 3. Humayi went to the north wind and crossed the south branch of bird's nest-Han. Nineteen ancient poems. 4. But the one-inch long grass has won a lot of love and glory-Tang Meng Jiao 8. I don't know who built it 1 1. People are gradually unfamiliar with the local accent, but they hate the warbler sound like Laoshan-Downs Kongtu 12. There is only the reflection of the lake in front of the door, and the spring breeze does not change the waves of the past-Tanghe Zhangzhi. The days of dressing are getting slower and slower-Han. 18. Stay away from hatred like grass in spring. Go farther and live farther-Nantang. Li Yu 19. If you keep cutting, you will be confused. This is a parting from sadness. It's just the general taste in your heart-Li Yu. 20. don't As for the morning and evening stars-Tang Du Fu 22. Advise you to drink more wine, there is no reason to go out of Yangguanxi-Wei 23. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone knows you-Tang Gaoshi 25. We met for the last time in the flowers, and we separated again in the flowers. Today, one year later, it blooms-Tang ... The scenery is vaguely like last year-Tang 3 1. There should be no hate. When will it grow round? -Stone 0 1. Oh, ask this river flowing eastward, whether it can go further than the love of friends! ? -Li Bai 02. I advise you to have a glass of wine, and there is no reason for people to go west. -Wang Wei 03. Where the sails sail at sunset, the horizon breaks people's intestines. -Meng Haoran 04. The lonely sail is far away, just watching the Yangtze River flow in the sky. -Li Bai 05. Knowing ourselves in the sea, heaven is still our neighbor. —— Wang Bo 10. It rains at night in the autumn pool. -Li Shangyin 12. I don't know where to blow reeds, and I want to recruit people to go home all night. —— Yi Lee 13. I will think of you in the clouds, so think of me in the sunset. -Li Bai 26. On the way back to Julia, people's words gradually disappeared, and they were very sad. -Zhou Bangyan 29. Immediately drop the soul clothes and cry. Autumn leaves people's hearts. -Wu Wenying 32. People are speechless, and the drizzle covers the door. -Yang Shen 36. The end of the world is tired of guests, and the mountains return to their hometown and look far away. -Su Shi 37. The two spring scenery end together, and people miss home. -Bai Juyi 40. The bright moon is in the sky, and at this time, the horizon is * *. -Zhang Jiuling-Gao Shi 44. Green hills have sex and rain, and the bright moon has been in two townships. -Wang Changling 47. How much sorrow can you have, just like a river flowing eastward. -Li Yu 48. Hate is like grass in spring, and it lives farther. -Li Yu 49. Everyone has come to this matter and has no intention of avoiding it. -Fan Zhongyan 50, especially the taste of the general is in my heart. -Li yu51. My sorrow is drunk for no reason. Tears come first before the wine arrives. -Fan Zhongyan 52. Even if I do, I will have tears in my eyes. 53. Ah, my friend's prince, your departure is full of sadness. -Bai Juyi 55. I would rather love my hometown. 57. A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's destination, but Ran Yan is not happy. 58. Beauty is not beautiful, hometown water, relatives are not close, hometown people. 59. Peach blossoms still smile when people don't know where to go.

7. Poems of missing and silkworms of spring are woven until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. Li Shangyin's untitled time was long before I met her, but even longer after we parted.

Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang, I want to write about Qiu Si.

After three months of war, a letter from home is worth a ton of gold.

Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank again. I suddenly remembered Li Bai's idea of going home on a quiet night.

One kind of lovesickness, two kinds of unintentional worries. Li Qingzhao's "Cut the plum, and the fragrant lotus root will remain in the autumn."

Looking from a distance, the two brothers climb the mountain and look far, and one is not as good as the other. Wang Wei is on vacation in the mountains thinking about his brothers in Shandong.

I want to go crazy if I can't see you for a day. Sima Xiangru's "Phoenix Begging for Phoenix"

Bring a separated heart, long night's thoughts and Zhang Jiuling, and look back at the bright moon.

I miss you every day, I don't see you, and I drink the Yangtze River water. Li Chi Ngai's I Live at the Head of the Yangtze River

If two kinds of feelings last for a long time, they will be gone, sooner or later.

A glass of wine is Wan Li's home, and Ran Yan hasn't returned to his home yet. Fan Zhongyan's The Fisherman's Pride Qiu Si

Nostalgia singing, going to the countryside, such as Liu Yuxi's "Reward Lotte Yangzhou for the First Meeting"

Although my body doesn't have bright wings like a phoenix, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn Li Shangyin with the stars last night and the wind last night.

Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang 'an Li Bai's "Sauvignon Blanc I"

Yule Carves Saddles to Patrol the Metallurgical Department, and the building is not high. How deep is the courtyard by Ouyang Xiu of Zhangtai Road?

I miss you in the Three Gorges River at night, but I can't forget the Yuege of Emei Mountain in Yuzhou.

Whoever reads the west wind is cool alone, rustling the yellow leaves and closing the window, remembering the past, "Who reads the west wind is cool alone in Huanxisha"

The mountain is far away, the sky is high, and the fog is cold. Acacia Maple Leaf Dan Li Yu's "Sauvignon Blanc, a Heavy Mountain"

Take home a hug, for me, and as a symbol of our love, Wang Wei's lovesickness.

Wine becomes sorrow, tears become homesickness. Fan Zhongyan's Su Mu Covers Homesickness.

The way to leave home, but thinking about it is ruthless and thoughtful. Su Shi's Poems of Zhang Zhifu Huayang with Hidden Water and Two Rhymes.

If you don't miss life, you will miss life, which will hurt you. Chun Qing by Xu Zaisi

"Sai Chun Qing", which leaves a red line and annoys Luan Ying for a long time.

Oh, when will the Tatar army be conquered and when will my husband come back from the long battle! Li Bai, Midnight Wu Ge Qiu Ge

Poems and ancient poems about missing

Looking at the border towns, I think of my hometown, Guan Shanyue described by Li Bai, with longing eyes.

Although my body doesn't have bright wings like a phoenix, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of Li Shangyin's sacred unicorn.

Linglong dice Anhoudou, I miss you deeply. Do you know Wen's Two Songs of Nan Gezi?

Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei. Yan's Linjiang Fairy, Dream and Tower Being Closed

I can't bear to climb to the top of the mountain and see my hometown, but I can't accept Liu Yong's "Eight Sounds in Ganzhou, Rain on the River"

Orchids are beautiful, chrysanthemums are fragrant, and Liu Che's Autumn Wind can't be forgotten.

8. This poem about the house describes the "house" like this:

1. Song Xin Qi Ji's "Qingpingle Village"

The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is 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.

2. Liu Tang Yuxi's "Humble Room Inscription"

The mountain is not high, and the fairy is famous. The water is not deep, and the dragon is the spirit. I am a humble room, but I am virtuous. The moss on the stage is green, and the curtain grass is green. There is no Ding Bai who laughs and has a university. You can tune the pipa and read Jin Dian. There is no confusion, and there is no complicated form. Zhuge Lu in Nanyang and Ting Yun Pavilion in West Shu. Kong Ziyun: What's wrong?

3. Wei's Pastoral in Spring

Pigeons sing on the house in spring, and apricot flowers are white on the edge of the village. Hold an axe to cut far and wide, and hoe the spring pulse.

Yan knows his lair, so he looks at the new calendar. If you are in a hurry, you will not be royal, and if you are far away, you will travel far.

4. Song Yang Wanli's Cold Food on the Tomb

Go straight to your husband! Can this bridge be out of danger?

The maple leaves in the distant mountains are pale outside, and the broken houses are beside the lonely wheat.

The spring breeze is coming again, and all the new buildings are gone.

Pear blossoms are cold food, and it is only when you enter the festival that you are worried.

5. Tang Du Fu's Autumn Wind Breaking the Cottage

In August and autumn, the wind roared and rolled up my three hairs. Hair flew over the river and sprinkled on the periphery of the river. The highest one hangs a long forest tip, and the lower one floats to Shentang 'ao.

The children in Nancun bully me, and I can't stand being a thief in the opposite direction and openly carrying Mao into the bamboo forest. My lips are burnt, my mouth is dry, and I can't breathe. When I came back, I sighed at my staff.

In an instant, the wind will set the color of the clouds and ink, and the autumn will be bleak and dark. This cloth has been as cold as iron for many years, and Joule has been lying down and cracking. There is no dry place in the bedside table, and the feet are numb with rain. What's the point of getting wet all night?

There are tens of millions of luxury houses in Ande, which greatly protect the poor in the world, with a spring breeze and a mountain of wind and rain. Oh! When I suddenly see this house in front of me, I will freeze to death alone!

9. I miss Song Lizhiyi's poems. I live at the source of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day at the end of the Yangtze River. I drink the water from the Yangtze River.

When will the water stop? When did this hatred ever happen? I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning. The stars were bright last night, but there was a cool breeze at midnight. Our banquet is on the side of Hualou Temple and the east of the county.

Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same. Guessing and intrigue, wine warms the heart; This group of people came to the bet of drinking friends, and a win-lose red in candlelight.

Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind. (1) Baijuyi Bianshui Stream, Bianshui Stream and Sishui Stream of Sauvignon Blanc are heading for Guazhou Gudutou.

Wu Shan is a little sad. Think long and hate long, until it's time to pay back.

Yueming people lean on the building. (2) Li Yu, a heavy mountain in Sauvignon Blanc, has two mountains, the mountains are far away, the weather is misty and cold, and the acacia leaves are Dan.

Flowers bloom, flowers are not complete, geese fly high, but they don't come back. (3) Cui Hao "Tell me, where do you live?" ? Near here, next to the fishing pond? ".

Let's catch our boat together and see if we belong to the same town ... My home is near Jiujiang, often near Jiujiang.

You and me, we were both born in Chang Gan, you and me! It's a pity that we have never met. "(4) Only when the heart is silent can the heart be unified.

Thinking is not angry, reading this is like a dream. (Tibetan head) dare not be passive, which makes the back not heartless.

After thousands of years of thinking, Tian Weng smiled and read. (No) (5) What do I want? Hold your hand.

Enjoy the moon and read the red chamber. The yard is full of plants, Yiyi Willow.

It's getting better and softer every year. What do I want? Let's grow old together.

Live together, without complaint. Castle peak is faint, flowing water is long.

Return to the soil after death and bury the barren hills. (6) Before and after the flowers, I can't leave my sorrow.

A few days later, the Red Chamber reached the ends of the earth. (7) Dip in a gourd ladle under the falling moon, and the cliff wind blows tears, so I have no time to miss you. Pour a cup of music in the rain, don't worry about it, love and hate are endless in my heart, but candlelight can't burn out that weak memory. How does love divide heaven and earth? How do you want to plant a perfect fence outside the window? The sunset wind was still blowing when you left. Who cares who wants to draw flawless ink? How to write? Do you still have the years I sent you? (8) There was a poet who recorded our innocence.

On the way, he met a hunter. He told the poet, "Today I caught a wild goose and killed it.

Another one broke free from the net, but kept moaning and refused to leave, and finally jumped to the ground and died. "The poet bought a wild goose, buried it in the upper reaches of the river, and set up a stone as a mark, calling it' Qiu Yan'.

The poet was filled with emotion and wrote his swan song: What is the world and love? Teach me to live and die together. Flying in all directions, the old wings have been hot and cold several times.

Have fun, leave the bitterness, and there will be more children in school. You should have a sentence, Wan Liyun, Qian Shan Dusk, who is the only shadow? (9) Can Philip Burkart people read travel notes when the sun sets over the cliff? I can't find my way home, and how to get back to my heart is always thousands of miles apart. Homesickness: There is nothing you can do but shed tears. Who can you ask? Zhu in white (10), the moonlight is cool, the temples are frosty, Yan knows whether Jun will be disabled or not, and the book is even worse. Goose is still thin, homesick and like old times (1 1). The yard is cool, and I feel thin when I come late.

If you don't act alone, you will be rewarded in vain. Xiao Si pity you, don't be sad.

The west wind is evil, the setting sun blows the horn, and a burst of Sophora japonica falls. (12) Lotus leaves are three and a half candles, apricot flowers are wet and light, and sending red beans is boring. Spring has seen strong wine, and I am confident to return home. (13) Untitled Li Shangyin's star last night, the wind last night, is in the west of the studio and east of the cinnamon room.

Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same. Guessing and intrigue, wine warms the heart; This group of people came to the bet of drinking friends, and a win-lose red in candlelight.

Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind. (14) Tang Wan's "Hairpin Phoenix" has a thin world and poor human feelings, and it is easy to fall in the rainy evening.

The breeze is dry, the tears are gone, and I want to worry about it. Difficult, difficult, difficult! People become different, today is not yesterday, and sick souls are often thousands of miles away.

The bugle sounded cold, the night was dim, people were afraid to ask questions, and tears pretended to be happy. Hide, hide, hide! (15) Lu You's "Hairpin Phoenix" has red crisp hands, yellow wine and spring willows in the city.

Dong Feng Xie, who is in a bad mood, has been very depressed in recent years. No, no, no! Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad.

Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold books. Mo, Mo, Mo! (16) Ten years of life and death are two boundless days. If you don't think about it, you will never forget it.

A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.

At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears

It is estimated that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka. -Su Shi's > (17) Liu Yong's Yulin Ling is chilling, Changting is late, and the spell begins.

Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.

Thinking of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog. Since ancient times, feelings have hurt and left, and the autumn season is even more worthy of being left out! Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon.

This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. There are many kinds of customs, who are you talking to? Wang Wei of Acacia when those red berries come in spring, they blush on your southern branches.

I suggest you collect more as a symbol of our love. Words to describe missing: anxious to return looks forward to the autumn water dream, leaves fall to the roots, trees look for fish, home is hard to leave, leaves fall to the roots, homesickness, local accent is hard to change, old friends meet, leave home and lie awake.

10. Time is a strange thing, sometimes it makes people forget some memories, but sometimes it makes people remember some things. After going out to study and work for more than 20 years, the scenery of my hometown gradually faded from my memory, leaving no trace. But the memory of the old house in my hometown, like the old wine, is getting more and more mellow with the passage of time and more clearly presented in my memory.

The old house in my hometown has a history of hundreds of years. It is said that my ancestors used to be a big family and bought a big house with three yards for each of the five sons. Living together is the best footnote. All five houses have the same surname.

Times have changed, and the glory of the past has passed away. Nowadays, in the eyes of hometown people, the old house is out of date, unable to keep up with the trend of the times and out of date. Hometown people choose more single-family houses to live in.

Standing in front of the old house, stroking the old locust tree that witnessed the rise and fall of the old house for thousands of years, people can't help but sigh that time has passed and the years are ruthless. After the vicissitudes of life, the old house has become a ruin. The old house that used to laugh and laugh is now deserted and the yard is full of weeds. Only the old pagoda tree silently conveys the history of the old house.

Last Spring Festival, I took my camera and walked into the old house again. I want to use my lens to record every corner of the old house and the old house I am familiar with. In fact, I know that the photos of these old houses will gradually lose their luster and turn yellow over time, but the images of the old houses will always be fixed in my mind and become my eternal memory. Perhaps no one understands that the old house is already a symbol of my hometown in my heart and the best sign for me to find my hometown. I was born and raised in Sri Lanka, where I had a carefree childhood and youth life, and a simple and innocent partner accompanied me day and night. Wherever I go, the old house is a stumbling block in my heart.

The old house in my hometown bears the joys and sorrows of my childhood and adolescence and records my simple and happy life, which will be an eternal memory in my life.