Classical Chinese writing describing returning home

1. Poems describing the happy mood of going home The ancients said that they were afraid of being near home. Speaking of going home, everyone thinks of some sad poems, such as How to Return to the Native, The Book of Songs, Picking Wei, "I have been there, Liu Yiyi, and it is raining today", "Now, when I meet people near my village, I dare not ask" Song's Crossing the Han River, Han Yuefu. Since the heart is the form of service, isn't it sad? If you realize that the past is not persuaded, you will know that those who come can be pursued. It's not far from being lost, but you feel today is not yesterday. The boat blows gently, and the wind is fluttering. You hate the dawn when you ask the recruiter the way ahead. You look forward to the future and run with joy. Your servant welcomes you, and your little son is waiting at the door. The three paths are barren, and the pine chrysanthemum still exists. You can bring your children into the room. Seen from a distance. Clouds come out of the hole unintentionally, and birds are tired of flying. The scenery goes in, soothing loneliness and lingering. Please have a rest and give it to me when you come back. The world is the opposite of me (legacy). What can I ask for after driving? Sweet words to please relatives, playing music and writing books can eliminate worries. The farmer told Yu Yichun that he would have something to do in the western region. He either ordered a towel cart or wandered alone in the boat. He was looking for a ravine, but he was also rugged and crossed the hill. Trees are flourishing and springs begin to flow. When everything was fine, he felt that my life journey was over. That's enough! How long does it take to get back into space? Do you want to stay? What does Hu Wei want? Wealth is not my wish, nor can I look forward to my hometown. I was lonely when I was pregnant, or I planted a stick to help me. I want to go to Gaodong to relax my voice. When I am in a clear stream, I will write poems. I'm talking about it. Returning to it, my husband's fate is ridiculous.

2. Describe "I really want to go home" and how to say it in classical Chinese.

To annotate ...

Extremely: very, very.

Desire: thinking

Return: Return

Extension If every word is not required to correspond, but slightly changed on the basis of basically maintaining the original intention, it can also be translated as:

I want to go back to my hometown.

I am eager to go home.

I miss my hometown and want to go back there. )

We ancients had many poems about homesickness.

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.

Watching clouds 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.