Poetry about feelings of home and country

1, "Spring Watch" Du Fu. Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested. Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold. Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.

2, "Military Service" Wang Changling. There is a dark snow-capped mountain in Qinghai, with long white clouds and a lonely city looking at Yumenguan. Yellow sand wears golden armor in hundreds of battles, but the loulan is not returned.

3. Li He, thirteen songs from Nanyuan. Why didn't the great man take weapons to collect the fifty States of the mountain? If you are a scholar Wan Huhou, please go to Lingyange temporarily.

4. "The hut was blown by the autumn wind" Du Fu. 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 buildings in Ande, which greatly protect all the smiles of the poor in the world, and the wind and rain are as quiet as mountains. Oh! When I suddenly see this house in front of me, I will freeze to death alone!

5. "Water Tune, Wine to the Sun" (Yang in Southern Song Dynasty). Turn to the sunshine for wine, and ask the west wind for nothing. Rouge is colored for everything, dyed with hibiscus. Looking at the thousands of acres of Mujiang, there are thousands of sorrows and nowhere to fall. The sky is in the corner and people are drunk. Thousands of miles, north and south of the river, west Zhejiang and east Zhejiang. Life is like mail, and I want to go to the chrysanthemum bushes. Who is the hero of Zhongzhou? Lend me a boat to be a fisherman. Looking back at the old country, this meaning is not urgent.