What are the poems describing thoughts and feelings (at least four sentences)

Thoughts in the dead of night

Tang Libai

The foot of my bed is shining so brightly,

Is there frost already? .

Looking up, I found it was moonlight.

I sank again and suddenly remembered home.

cloudy and drizzly for days on end

Tang Bai Juyi

It's foggy in Kesash, and the mountains and rivers are deep here.

In autumn, the sound of the beach is more urgent and the canyon is overcast.

Looking at the clouds to cover your eyes, homesick for raindrops.

How will you comfort your loneliness? Thanks to this north window piano.

Kezhong cold food

Tang Lizhong

Cold food after a trip, homesickness and tears.

The sound book is broken in the sky, and the peach and plum spring rain.

Not in the mood to drink, but there is reason to sing.

How many people lost outside his suburbs and went out for an outing.

River bank in autumn

Don Du Xunhe

Driving along the river, homesick step by step.

Raise the whip and wave the willow color, and then lose the cicada sound.

Long road of autumn crops, about the ancient city of Leng Yun.

The family is poor and rich, and there is no land to return to farming.

Send friends to the river in the south.

Don Zhang Qiao

Where homesickness accumulates, there is world turmoil.

The shore is long and the group is late, and the lake is wide and sails in autumn.

Buy wine over fishermen, divide the lights and fish the boat.

When Xiaoxiang sees a goose, it is advisable to travel alone.

Homesick work

Tang buxie

People in northern Luzhou are definitely lost, but the letter from Yunnan has never been answered.

If you don't sweep the flowers in front of the court, you will climb the willow outside the door.

Selling silver candles after sitting for a long time will lose face.

Hanging in the autumn night, Wan Li shines on the mountains.

Nostalgia in winter

Tangzhouhe

The wilderness began to be strict and the sky was clear and cloudless.

Trees are cold and birds are rare, and monks are rare in the mountains.

Collect the snow on the back window of the sun and open the furnace to release the inkstone ice.

I suddenly returned to my old country and wanted to live in Xiling.

Yunmeng Ancient Town in Wang Qiu

Tang rongyu

The ruins of the old country are there, so I want to travel to the old place when I board the ship.

Once people change, thousands of years of water will flow in vain.

Dream Zhu Hongsheng night, Jingmen tree color autumn.

When the clouds don't disperse, I look at my homesickness.

Work at night

Don

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.

Gu Xiang xing Hua

Donskontu

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?

Homesickness outside the river

Tangweizhuang

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.

Look into the distance

Don

There are many mangrove temples on a mountain with sad winter scenery.

Zhong Xuan is full of homesick tears, and Zhang Shuidong flows like jade waves.

He Sanxiang's poems

Tanggaoqu

North and South Qian Shan, Wanshan, Che Xuan who don't want home.

Being alone will make you sad, for fear of hurting peaches and plums.

homesickness

Don

Mount Emei is like oil in water, but the heart is not tied to a boat.

When the sails leave Gimpo, the songs will flow in unison.

1 Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank again, and I suddenly remembered home.

Being in a foreign land, I miss my relatives twice every holiday.

March wind and fire, a letter from home is worth a ton of gold.

4 withered vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, and thin horses on ancient roads.

But I looked at my hometown, and the twilight was getting thicker, and the mist of sadness was filled on the river waves.

Water has brought you the feeling of home, dragging your boat for 300 miles.

Wine turns into sorrow and tears of acacia.

8*** Looking at the bright moon and crying, it is a red heart. In five places, all diseases are the same.

9 A cup of turbid restaurant Wan Li, the tube is strong and the frost is everywhere.

10 * * When cutting candles at the west window, we talked about the rain in the evening.

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.