This poem about deep homesickness is beautiful and short.

1. Is there an ancient poem about deep homesickness 1? Li Bai drinks the bright moon alone

A pot of wine from the flowers. I drink alone. No one is with me. Until, holding up my cup, I asked the moon. Bring me my shadow and let's be three people. Alas, the moon can't drink water. My shadow followed me blankly; . But there was a time when I had these friends. Let me rejoice at the end of spring. I sang. The moon encouraged me. I danced. My shadow is rolling in the back. Wake up and have sex. Then I got drunk and we lost each other. Will goodwill be guaranteed? . I watched the long road of the Milky Way.

2. A Moonlight Farewell to Ye Li

Leave people speechless, the moon is silent, and the moon is affectionate. Don't miss people like the bright moon, water city between clouds.

3. Su Shi's "Shuidiao Song Tou"

When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I wonder what year it is today. I want to ride home in the wind, but I'm afraid it's too cold. Dancing and watching shadows is like being on the earth. The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. There should be no hate. Why leave? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people live a long life.

Step 4 cross the village for the elderly

This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm. Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city. Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops. Wait until the mountain is on holiday, and I'll come back at chrysanthemum time.

People miss Xue Daoheng every day.

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.

6. Notes for Friends in the North on a Rainy Night Li Shangyin

When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.

7. Tian Jingsha Ma Zhiyuan

Dead vines and old trees, faint crows, flowing bridges, old roads with thin horses in the west wind, heartbroken people in the sunset.

8. Li Bai in Silent Night Thinking

The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already? I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.

9. Work hard at night

The cold light in the hotel stayed alone and didn't sleep, and the guest turned sad. Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts, and the Ming Dynasty is worried for another year.

10. Empty map of apricot blossom division in my hometown

Send flowers and wine to celebrate the new opening, with flowers on the left and cups on the right. Ask a cuttlefish and a glass of wine. How can an old friend be different?

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I am always outside. Every spring, I am alone in the country, sitting under a tree and drinking. The trees on the tree should also know my homesickness. Seeing the setting sun on the river bank, it seems that my heart has been torn into pieces of willow leaves.

12. Six releases and six productions

It has been ten frost 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.

1. I often go, Yangliu is Yiyi; Today, I think it's raining heavily-The Book of Songs. Xiaoya. Pick Wei.

2. Elegy can be wept, but it can be returned to China far away-Elegy, a folk song of Han Yuefu

3. Humayu follows the north wind and crosses the south branch of the Bird's Nest —— Nineteen Ancient Poems by Han.

4. However, an inch of grass, enjoying three rays of spring, how much love is there-Jiao's "Wanderer"

5. Now, approaching my village and meeting people, I dare not ask a question-Du Da Yu Ling by Tang Song Wenzhi.

You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! When you passed my window, was the plum blossom Han Mei's flower? -Three miscellaneous poems by Wei.

7. The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is it frosty already? Looking up, I found that it was moonlight, which sank again, and suddenly I remembered my hometown-Tang Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night.

8. Where is your hometown? Only when you are drunk-Song Liqingzhao's Bodhisattva Man

9. I miss my relatives more during the festive season-Wei's "Mountain Residence Sacrifices the Silu Brothers".

10. I don't know who will fall tonight-Wang Tangjian's "Looking at the bright moon for Du Langzhong on fifteen nights"

1 1. Everyone gradually feels strange in the local accent, but they hate the sound of warblers like old mountains-five books by Tang Sikong.

12. Looking at the lake in front of the door, the spring breeze does not change the old waves-Two Couples in Hometown by Tang He Zhang Zhi

13. The teenager left home, and the old friend returned, and the local accent did not change. -Tang He Zhang Zhi's Homecoming Book

14. He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! -Tang Du Fu's Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night.

15. Don't be sad, be sad, be sad, and be separated-Nine Songs of Warring States, Chu and Qu Yuan, Live Less.

16. The day of parting is far away, but the day of wearing clothes is slow-nineteen ancient poems in Han Dynasty. Travel again.

17. Think before you go to the wild goose-Sui's "Every day someone misses home"

18. Stay away from hatred like grass in spring. You can go further and live better —— Qing Ping Le by Li Yu in Southern Tang Dynasty

19. If you keep cutting, the reason is still chaotic, which means leaving sadness. Especially the general taste is in your heart-Li Yu's "Meeting You".

20. It's easier to see when it's difficult than when it's gone. It's heaven and earth-Li Yu's Surging on the Sand.

2 1. It's hard to meet friends, but it's hard to meet the stars of the morning —— For Wei Ba Chu Shi by Don Du Fu.

22. Advise you to drink one more glass of wine, and go out to Yang Guan in the west for no reason-Wei's "Cheng Wei Qu"

23. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone knows no gentleman —— Don't be Dongda University by Tang Gao Shi.

2. A homesick poem by1 In the past, I was gone, and the willows were reluctant; Today, I think it's raining heavily-The Book of Songs. Xiaoya. Pick Wei.

2. Elegy can be wept, but it can be returned to China far away-Elegy, a folk song of Han Yuefu

3. Humayu follows the north wind and crosses the south branch of the Bird's Nest —— Nineteen Ancient Poems by Han.

4. However, an inch of grass, enjoying three rays of spring, how much love is there-Jiao's "Wanderer"

5. Now, approaching my village and meeting people, I dare not ask a question-Du Da Yu Ling by Tang Song Wenzhi.

You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! When you passed my window, was the plum blossom Han Mei's flower? -Three miscellaneous poems by Wei.

7. The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is it frosty already? Looking up, I found that it was moonlight, which sank again, and suddenly I remembered my hometown-Tang Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night.

8. Where is your hometown? Only when you are drunk-Song Liqingzhao's Bodhisattva Man

9. I miss my relatives more during the festive season-Wei's "Mountain Residence Sacrifices the Silu Brothers".

10. I don't know who will fall tonight-Wang Tangjian's "Looking at the bright moon for Du Langzhong on fifteen nights"

1 1. Everyone gradually feels strange in the local accent, but they hate the sound of warblers like old mountains-five books by Tang Sikong.

12. Looking at the lake in front of the door, the spring breeze does not change the old waves-Two Couples in Hometown by Tang He Zhang Zhi

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14. He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! -Tang Du Fu's Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night.

15. Don't be sad, be sad, be sad, and be separated-Nine Songs of Warring States, Chu and Qu Yuan, Live Less.

16. The day of parting is far away, but the day of wearing clothes is slow-nineteen ancient poems in Han Dynasty. Travel again.

17. Think before you go to the wild goose-Sui's "Every day someone misses home"

18. Stay away from hatred like grass in spring. You can go further and live better —— Qing Ping Le by Li Yu in Southern Tang Dynasty

19. If you keep cutting, the reason is still chaotic, which means leaving sadness. Especially the general taste is in your heart-Li Yu's "Meeting You".

20. It's easier to see when it's difficult than when it's gone. It's heaven and earth-Li Yu's Surging on the Sand.

2 1. It's hard to meet friends, but it's hard to meet the stars of the morning —— For Wei Ba Chu Shi by Don Du Fu.

22. Advise you to drink one more glass of wine, and go out to Yang Guan in the west for no reason-Wei's "Cheng Wei Qu"

23. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone knows no gentleman —— Don't be Dongda University by Tang Gao Shi.

3. Poems about expressing strong homesickness are longer and have strong homesickness.

How many times have I been troubled by dreams?

How many sleepless nights?

My people live in other places.

My dream is to live in the countryside of my hometown.

His once poor hometown.

But let me tear my clothes again and again.

Spring is coming

Butterflies and bees are dancing among the flowers.

Summer is coming.

There is a clear pond with ripples.

Autumn is coming.

The heavy ears of rice are covered with the smiling faces of the sun.

It's winter.

Snow sets off bright red windows, flowers and Spring Festival couplets.

It is said that it is difficult to leave home.

When I was a child, I only took this heavy word as a joke.

at present

I have been abroad for many years.

I am used to seeing spring flowers and autumn moon, and my temples are stained with snow.

To understand

That deep nostalgia

Deep, deep.

Infiltrate into the bone marrow and engrave it in the heart.

There will always be a dim night.

Let your heart and soul.

Fly again and again

Give birth to me and raise my hometown!

4. Ten poems about homesickness. In the past, I was gone, and the willows were reluctant; Today, I think it's raining heavily-The Book of Songs. Picked Wei. 2. Elegy can be wept, and the prospect can be returned to China-Elegy of Han Yuefu folk songs. 3. Humayi north wind, crossing the south branch of the Bird's Nest-nineteen ancient poems by Han. 4. But the grass's reward is three rays of spring-Tang Meng Jiao. Three miscellaneous poems by Wei. On a quiet night, there is such bright light at the foot of my bed. Could there be frost already? Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank again. I suddenly remembered my hometown Li Bai 8. Where is your hometown? Unless you are drunk, forget it. I miss my family on holiday-I miss my Shandong brother Wei 10 on holiday in the mountains. I don't know whose family it belongs to-Wang Tangjian's "Looking at the Moon at Fifteen Nights to Send Doctor Du Langzhong" 1 1. Everyone gradually feels strange in the local accent, but they hate the warbler's sound like an old mountain-Tang Tu's Five Poems on Man 12. Only the lake in front of the door is reflected, and the spring breeze does not change the old waves-Tanghe Zhangzhi. The local accent has not changed, but the hair on the sideburns has declined. -Tang He Zhang Zhi's Homecoming Book 14. He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! -Tang Du Fu's My Brother on a Moonlit Night 15. Mourning is sad, leaving is sad-Warring States Period. Nine songs of Chu Quyuan. Think less about life 16. Think before you spend —— Sui's Homesick Every Day 18. Away from hate is like grass in spring, which goes further and is still alive-Nantang. Li Yu's Qingpingle 19. It's sad to keep cutting, especially the general taste in my heart-Li Yu's Meeting with Huan as for the rising stars-Tang Du Fu's Giving Eight to Wei 22. Advise the monarch to drink more, leaving the yang for no reason about the west-Wei's "Cheng Wei Qu" 23. Mochow has no confidant in front of her, and no one in the world knows you —— Tang Gaoshi's Tang Dongda.

5. Nostalgia in ancient poems with strong nostalgia complex

1. You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! . When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? (Wang Wei: "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 Zhangzhi: 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. ... the night now gives way to the ocean of the sun, and Jiang Chunren was in the old year. I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. (Wang Wan: a berth 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: "People are homesick every day")

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: "Silent Night Thinking")

7. Whose rain flute flies in the dark, and the spring breeze permeates Los Angeles. In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick. (Li Bai: 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: "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. (Du Fu: "Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night")

6. Poems about nostalgia 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. Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed.

Where do children come from when they meet strangers? ("He's Hometown Book") 3. Yin Shu beyond the ridge, winter goes and spring comes. 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") 4. 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 "The Next Berth on Beibao Mountain") 5. 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 with such bright light. Is it frosty already? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.

(Li Bai's Silent Night Thinking) 7. The sound of Yudi's flight was dark, and the spring breeze filled 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. Wanderers listen to drums and autumn geese sing. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!

(Du Fu's Remembering My Brother on a Moonlit Night).

7. Poems about Nostalgia: "Nostalgia" Author: Yu Guangzhong Original: When I was a child, Nostalgia was a small stamp. Mother grew up there, and homesickness is a narrow ticket. When my bride is at that end, homesickness is a temporary grave. I'm outside and my mother is inside. Homesickness is now a shallow strait. Author: The song of Xi Murong's hometown is a Qingyuan flute. There is always a moon. In the evening, the face of my hometown sounded, but it was a vague disappointment, like fluttering in the fog. After parting, homesickness is a tree that never grows old. AoHongliang's "Homesickness" Original: Tears of homesickness, dripping into my stomach in a bowl of rice under the eaves on rainy days, make homesick people drunk in their dreams. The dream of the country is a reed flute that rings in the hearts of homesick people.