Poems describing revisiting the old place and having different moods.

Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed.

When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from.

1, these two poems are cleverly written. They are obviously about themselves, but they look at themselves from the perspective of children, reflecting the coldness of the world. A word "guest" is full of meaning and rhyme, and the inner desolation can be seen. The meaning of this poem is: the children in the village saw He, but they didn't know him. They smiled and asked him where he came from.

I left my hometown when I was young and didn't come back until my twilight years. Although my local accent has not changed, my hair on my temples has become sparse. None of the children knew me when they saw me. They asked with a smile, where did this guest come from?

3. Hometown Lianshu is a set of poems written by the poet He in the Tang Dynasty, which is included in the Complete Poems of Tang Dynasty. Although this poem was written by the author in his later years, it is full of interest in life. The first poem expresses the author's sadness after a long separation from other places, and also writes the intimacy of returning home after a long separation; The second poem captures the contrast between the change and invariability of hometown, and reveals the author's feelings and helplessness about the change of life, the vicissitudes of time and the fact that things have changed.

4.( 1) couplet: a poem written casually. Occasionally, it also shows that this poem was written by accident, and it was written at any time when you saw and felt something. ⑵ Leaving his hometown: He is a 37-year-old scholar who left his hometown before that. Boss: Old. He Zhangzhi was over eighty years old when he returned to China. (3) Local accent: hometown accent. No change: there is no change. One is "hard to change." Hair loss (Cuι): The beard and hair of the elderly are sparse. Bones, hair near the forehead and ears. One is "face hair". Decline, which should mean decrease here. The whole sentence means that the accent has not changed, but it is sparse and reduced. (4) Meeting: See me at once. Xiang, an adverb with reference. Stranger: You don't know me. 5] Ask with a smile: Ask with a smile. One is "asking questions" and the other is "asking questions".

5. He, Tang Xuanzong Tianbao for three years (744), resigned at the age of 86 and retired to his hometown Yongxing (now Xiaoshan, Hangzhou, Zhejiang). It has been more than fifty years since he left his hometown. Life is easy to get old, but things change. He wrote this group of poems because of his infinite feelings in his heart.

6. It is a sentimental poem, which is about living in a foreign land for a long time and missing my hometown. I wrote it when I first came here, expressing my feelings of being hurt for a long time. In the first and second sentences, the poet was in a familiar and unfamiliar environment in his hometown, and he felt quite uneasy all the way: he left home in his prime; When I got home today, I couldn't help feeling. The first sentence summarizes the fact that you have been away from home for decades with sentences like "running away from home when you are young" and "going back to your boss", which implies the feeling of hurting your boss. The "bangs" in the second sentence is the top of the previous sentence. Write down your own "boss" status in detail, and set off the changed "bangs" with the constant "local accent", which means "I don't forget my hometown, can my hometown still recognize me", thus paving the way for the following two sentences to cause children to be unfamiliar and ask questions.

7. Three or four sentences changed from an emotional self-portrait to a scene where a child smiled and asked questions. "Laugh and ask where the guest comes from", which is just a faint question among children, so stop here; On the poet, it became a heavy blow, which triggered his infinite feelings. In his later years, the sadness of the opposition between subject and object was included in this seemingly dull question. This is the place where the whole poem ends quietly, but the meaning is like an empty valley, full of sadness and boundless.

8. As far as the whole poem is concerned, one or two sentences are still mediocre, but three or four sentences seem to turn around and have a different realm. The beauty of the last two sentences lies in the powder on the back, which is seamless: although mourning is written, it is expressed in a happy scene; Although I wrote about myself, it was turned out from the side of the child. The scene where children ask questions is full of life interest. Even if the reader is not infected by the poet's long-term feelings of hurting the elderly, he can't help but be moved by this interesting life scene.

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Looking back on the past is like the wind, like a swallow skimming over the water, like rain sliding over the eaves.

Following the arrow, one foot has crossed the other world of time, and the other foot is about to cross this threshold.

Touch my head. I don't know when I made so many deals with God Jesus. I bought this life with my hoarse voice and the height of 1 m 63, which pushed me to the front door of the next year.

Everything I have experienced is fleeting, leaving only a shadow for me to review.

Looking back, poetic.

Yesterday, I received a New Year card from my former friend, which said, "Remember me?" It reminds me of the past, the innocence of childhood still makes me laugh, and the naughty childhood still makes me remember.

If these beautiful memories are linked together, I believe it is to drown Dongpo's bold and unrestrained and Li Bai's romantic life.

In retrospect, the past was like a dream.

In my mind, there are only beautiful moments, but there are no fragments such as the beginning and the end.

Too good memories will make people happy, and too much nostalgia will only bind people. The past is like that piece of fruit candy, which can make people intoxicated every time.

But the past will also become opium, making people unconscious.

Forget it! The past is always the past, there is no need to entangle, don't worry that everything in front of you will immediately become the past, just grasp it, because God won't stay in winter because you are afraid of the cold, and time won't stop because you are happy and naughty, so make great strides, as long as you are worthy of yourself!

What you see and feel when you revisit the old place, and express your feelings about life.

Inexplicably, it seems that there is not too much joy and not too much sadness.

It's about half a year since I left that classroom. It is better to meet than to say that every parting in life is an invisible providence.

I have been thinking that one day in the future, we will come from different places, just for a long-lost party, and we will talk about our experiences over the years together. Maybe some people are glad for their success, and some people will hold back their misfortunes while listening.

However, in our eyes, this situation is the same as at the beginning.

The school has not changed much. As soon as I got to the door, I met an "old friend".

That uncle, pulling a bicycle, is still cheating students of money in such a childish way.

I still clearly remember the first time he laid hands on me.

It may be this dress, or this bike.

Approaching slowly, but without any carelessness.

Classmate, give me a dollar to repair my bike.

As a matter of fact, I don't remember whether I gave him money. I only remember that a few days later, in the same place, he came to me on his bike. "Classmate, give me two yuan to repair my bike."

Only a few days later, uncle's money for repairing bicycles went up.

Another time, I was walking alone to school in the early morning. An old man rushed in front of me and stopped me. "Student, give me some money." I felt in my pocket and gave him 50 cents.

He looked close to his eyes and said contemptuously, "Only fifty cents!" " Then he turned and rushed to me, "Oh, classmate, give more!" .

Seeing that he was suspected of robbing money, I ran away.

Later, the uncle and the old man, just like falling in love with the money in my pocket, always met on the road.

After a long time, such a scene has become a habit.

In fact, I have done a lot of good things, but I will never forget one thing ... I walked into the school with my friends, and I took photos around with my mobile phone, just like visiting a scenic spot.

Unconsciously, we finished visiting the campus.

In the past, students often used "vicissitudes" to describe the south building and Renfeng Pavilion of Yuan Dynasty. At that time, I felt that the articles written by these students were too poor, either quoting indiscriminately or full of words.

In fact, now that I think about it, what other words can be used to describe it? The south tower is like a lonely old man, breathing in the modern atmosphere and silently vicissitudes.

Renfeng Pavilion is like Gu Liang standing at the water's edge, suffering from the vicissitudes of wind and light.

My friend asked me whether I miss studying here or the people here. I said, I miss both.

I also miss the scenery here.

When I came to the playground, I specially ran to the rostrum and took a look.

On those two walls, there are many sad or hopeful words written.

There, many things that can't be said in reality are written on it, and two walls are full of secrets.

We can call it "history".

Standing on the tower and looking around, one side is as vast as a plain, and the other side is numerous towers.

Two worlds, one we longed for at that time and the other we cherish now.

I still remember President Jiang, his enthusiasm when he shouted slogans, and his endless "three sentences".

In fact, I have been secretly laughing on the way to school. I didn't cry for joy at a friend's party, not because I came to my alma mater.

It's just that my friend's clothes are so funny, like an Altman, rhyming a little, like a big idiot.

He said he was afraid of meeting acquaintances, so he had to hide himself.

So I deliberately dressed like this, showing only two eyes.

The effect of this is also obvious. His repeat classmates really didn't recognize him.

My friend urged me to go back, and I took a few photos with my mobile phone close to the glass in no hurry.

Same classroom, similar layout, another group of people.

In the last two window seats, many stories happened.

Maybe today, that scene continues.

I like singing, and I will sing in front of me with my brothers after class.

In fact, they all sang very well, but maybe I seldom admitted it at that time.

Sitting in that position should be a kind of luck, and you can find that the teacher sleeps as little as possible.

Of course, there are times when you miss.

In my memory, the two rows behind the geography class were sleeping.

I sleep in the most exaggerated position. After a sleep, I straightened up in an ostentatious manner, picked up a glass of water and took a sip of water.

Then he pretended to be serious and looked at the blackboard vaguely.

The geography teacher pointed at me and said, "Look at you, your face is red with sleep!" " "When the whole class is focused, only the students on the left are still sleeping.

The teacher pointed to him and said, "Look at that classmate, still sleeping!" " The teacher is helpless and we are very happy.

Reluctantly, another friend who was waiting for us outside the school called and asked him why he hadn't come out yet.

I said, "The monk's broken car can't be pulled away. The quality is really poor."

"Oh, I knew that guy, why is it so slow!" The monk on the side made a gesture of wanting to hit me and roared, "If you don't leave, you still have to rely on me to take pictures everywhere, you guy!" I remember one afternoon in the summer vacation, about a few days before the start of college, the four of us made our final farewell at school.

On that day, the monk and I picked a lot of ginkgo and lotus seeds, drank a lot, and then rode an electric car around the school.

Finally, the monk said, let's go around again.

In this way, we circled four or five times and then left.

When I left, I didn't say much, except that I would meet again on National Day.

Maybe friends are like this. There is no Nini to talk to, and there is no grudge against you.

Yes, it's just a tacit understanding of mutual compliance.

When I revisit my old place, what I saw and thought can be summarized in one sentence: If people are sick, who knows?

When traveling, revisit the old place and describe your feelings.

1. In the old society, Wang Xie swallow into the homes of ordinary people.

2. The jade fence should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed it.

3, a flash in the pan, fleeting, has had the most beautiful moment, a person's life relative to the eternity of all things, but a flick of the finger.

4, helpless, I seem to know the return of Yan.

In retrospect, it is sweet to go to the last year.

6, the night is bleak, reading sleepless, listening to spring talk, every day is a new piece, no longer idle, looking at the moonlight all the way forward.

7. Justice has only white hair in the world, and the nobles have never let it go.

8, you don't see, the Yellow River water all over the world, into the sea, never return.

9. Have you noticed that the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is silky black in the morning, has turned into snow at night.

10, the old people like to sing the praises of dusk, and the mountains are full of glory.

1 1, good times are hard to come by, great moments in life, don't go back to old dreams.

12, sporadic time, if used flexibly, can become a complete time.

13, the so-called "there is no way to recover the doubts, and there is another village" is true. It is easy to lose a day and there is no way to recover it.

14, last year today, in this door, the peach blossoms with human faces set each other off in red.

Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze.

15. Why does it drift away, why is there a small group, why does it leave for a long time, and why can't it be safe? Pointing to the clouds and asking for heaven, the piano is full of blood.

Poetry expressing the joy of revisiting the old place.

Poems that express the joy of revisiting the old place are: 1, moonlight on the spring river. In the Tang Dynasty, the river of Zhang Xuruo flowed around Fangdian, and the flower forests in the moonlight were all like graupel.

Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion.

Vernacular translation: The river winds around Yuan Ye, with flowers and plants, and the moonlight shines like fine snow beads on the trees full of flowers.

The moonlight shines on the riverside. The waves are thousands of miles away, and the moonlight shines everywhere on the Chunjiang River.

2. The Tang Dynasty in Xibao Mountain: Liu Yuxi and Wang Zhuo disembarked from Yizhou, and the ghost of the king was already haggard in Nanjing.

The long Zhang Qian chain sank to the bottom of the river, and a flag was lowered on the stone wall.

Wang Zhuo's warships left Yizhou along Jiangdong and Jiangxi, and the incomparable brilliance of Jinling was suddenly eclipsed.

The fire melted a hundred feet of chains and sank to the bottom of the river. Shicheng raised the flag and Soochow perished.

3. Jade case spring affairs come to several Song Dynasties every year: Ouyang Xiu buys flowers and wine in Chang 'an, and the two compete for each other.

Don't waste the east wind blowing the guest's tears.

Acacia is hard to describe, dreams and souls have no basis, only returning is.

Even if you buy flowers and wine in Chang 'an every day, how can you compare it with watching peaches and plums in the mountains of your hometown? Don't blame the spring breeze for blowing away the tears of strangers. Acacia is hard to express, and dreams are wandering. Only when you return to your hometown can you be satisfied.

4. Old tour of Huaiwanling in Tang Dynasty: Lu Guimeng only thought about the sun and streams.

The wine flag falls in the spring.

Translation of vernacular Chinese: the reflection of the needle sun in the stream is really reverie, and sapporo, the wine fluttering in the wind, is also reflected in the stream.

5, charming eyes, a bright future. Song: Wang Wei, Liu Rou, worries about tobacco weaving.

Begonia has not been wet by the rain, pear blossoms are like snow, but it's a pity that spring is half over.

Now the past is hard to recall, and the soul in the dream walks around the boudoir building where you lived.

Deep acacia is now only on the fragrant lilac branches and the beautiful nutmeg buds.

Vernacular translation: The willows play softly in the wind, and the smoke from the kitchen is woven into thousands of spring worries.

Begonia was not wet by drizzle, but pear blossoms were like snow. It's a pity that spring is already halfway over.

It's hard to recall the past now, and the dream soul returns to the boudoir where you lived.

Deep-rooted acacia is now only on the fragrant lilac branches and the beautiful cardamom tips.

Expanding information and revisiting the old place: Note: G234D234Chó ng Yó u Interpretation: Old place: the place where I once lived.

Come to the place where you have been (or lived) again.

Huang Jiapei's body without a name: "Young men and young women think there is enough time for us to grasp in the world, but they don't expect to revisit their old place in the blink of an eye. Things have changed.

Refer to Baidu Encyclopedia-Revisiting the Old Place ...

Works returned to my hometown after 20 years.

(1) Twenty years later, time flies back to my hometown. In an instant, 20 years have passed. At this point, it is already 2032. It's really like the proverb "Time flies, the sun and the moon fly"! But after so long, it reminds me of my hometown. Early in the morning, I drove a Ferrari sports car back to my hometown-Yangjiang. I got out of the car and indulged, ah! The mountains in my hometown have become spectacular, the water in my hometown has become clear, the flowers and plants in my hometown have become fragrant, and everything has become so kind and warm. Walking, I came to my door, "hey! What about the vacant lot at home? What about those rustic wildflowers? " Oh, the original empty land was pruned into a flower garden, and those simple wild flowers became those fragrant and refreshing roses in the flower garden! I walked into the house, wow! How beautiful! Just entering the door, I saw a gorgeous living room. Turn left to the restaurant, then turn right to the stairs! I saw that when I stepped on the first step, the stairs suddenly asked me, "What floor is it?" "The second floor." I arrived at the second floor in less than 3 seconds, only to see my parents greeting me. I shouted, "Mom and Dad, how did you become so young?" "Yes, we now have a drug called' rejuvenation' in Yangjiang. If you take it, you will become young! " Mom said. Dad told me: "Everything in the house is made of crystal, which looks shiny and beautiful." Mother said, "There are all kinds of delicious food at home. As long as you say a word to the robot, the robot will hand it to you immediately. " After lunch, I went out for a walk. Now the roads extend in all directions and the traffic is convenient! As soon as you get to the road, you will see countless roads leading to different places, and they are also very wide and open. Many different kinds of trees are planted on both sides of the road, because they can green the air and make people feel comfortable when driving! I really hope that today in 2032 is such a beautiful scene!

Unexpected and reasonable 450-word composition.

I can't say why, I became very active, and I wanted to let my unrealized impulses go free, so I chose to revisit my old place and choose the fork in the road of life, which was unexpected and reasonable.

God is fair, how much he pays and how much he returns. Don't blame yourself too much for your laziness and desire. It's all your subconscious thoughts, your positive brother and your negative consciousness.

The mind shrouded in haze will not try its best, and the mind controlled by negative consciousness will definitely die.

Choosing to revisit the old place is to drag the mind out of the negative consciousness, out of the haze and into the light.

The mind controlled by negative consciousness is unexpected; It makes sense to get out of the haze.

I chose Sanchakou because I want to find my positive consciousness in real life, leading to the morning of next summer; I chose the fork in the road, because I want to leave something in my dream town, so that I can smile contentedly in the old days to come.

Choosing a fork in the road is unexpected and reasonable.

How to treat the feeling of "revisiting the old place"

Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.

An all-consuming love butterfly flies, and Jiangshan is still a past tense.

On the first night of this year, the moon and lights were still there, but last year's people disappeared, and Man Chun's shirt sleeves were in tears.

Last night, in my dream, it was like swimming in the garden of old times. Cars are like running water in Ma Rulong, and flowers and the moon are in the spring breeze.

The first sentence comes from Li Qingzhao's Wuling Spring Festival Evening.

The whole word is as follows: the wind has stopped the dust and the fragrant flowers have been exhausted, and I am tired of combing my hair at night.

Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.

It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes.

I'm afraid the ship can't carry much worry.

The second sentence is from Su Shi's "Three Flowers on a Stranger", and the whole poem is as follows: Su Shi traveled to Jiuxian Mountain, and children's songs in the room were devoted to flowers. My father said that Princess wuyue returned to Lin 'an every spring, and the widow of Wang's suicide note said: "A exhausted love can be returned slowly.

"Wu people write songs in their language, full of thoughts, and they are sad when they listen.

And its vulgar words are the clouds of Yi.

An all-consuming love butterfly flies, and Jiangshan is still a past tense.

After several dying struggles, Long Ge, a wandering girl, slowly returned.

There are countless flowers all over the mountains, and passers-by compete to see the green.

If you want to keep open, come back from teaching slowly.

When I was alive, I was a rich grass head, and I was always behind.

I have been delayed in going to Shandong, and I want to teach my concubine to return home slowly.

The third sentence comes from Ouyang Xiu's "Born Mistake Yuan Xi", and the whole word is as follows: Born Mistake Yuan Xi Ouyang Xiu last year, the flower market was brightly lit.

The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk.

On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year.

See last year, tears Man Chun shirt sleeve.

The fourth sentence comes from Li Yu's "Remembering how much hate there is in Jiangnan", and the whole word is as follows: Remembering how much hate there is in Jiangnan, I dreamed last night.

It's like swimming in the garden in the past, and cars are like running water in Ma Rulong.

Flowers and the moon are spring breeze.

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What are the essays about looking back?

Looking back on the past, I was asked repeatedly and secretly, only to know that it is true that it is plain and carefree. Looking back, I suddenly had a dream. Looking back on the past, my heart remains the same, only a long way to go ... scalding tears flow down my face, dripping on the dark yellow floor illuminated by lights, perhaps infiltrating into the ground instantly, or evaporating.

I know.

The deep but tense male voice, accompanied by the familiar melody, sang the voices of countless people in music, as if it were a legend and a silent past.

She said, this is her.

Smile, blink your eyes gently, and a few tears clearly touch the eyelash curtain.

The sound of the piano echoes, melodious and deep; The walls are silent, silent and natural; * * * One song after another, I couldn't help touching my finger down and playing my inner melody.

She said, this is a real her.

Yes

Singing again and again, she paddled the boat of time in the river of music, and the people, things and things of the past reappeared under the paddle.

Spin, end, look back.

Covered with the light of memories, my palms are warm, which warms the room, warms the corn and warms me.

What a good person, walking on a long road, with clear footsteps, how many thorns and fragrant roses he brushed.

Four seasons help, over and over again.

The fork in the road cuts through the branches, blocking a somewhat straight road.

But it's easy to follow every time you pass by.

This is the repulsion magnet that I used to play when I was a child-approaching and leaving.

Did you repeat it? Just four minutes is a condensed ordinary experience.

I know, she is very strong.

Wandering in suffering, falling, getting up, missing the happiness at your fingertips, and being honest.

Stress and confusion filled her, and she kept the light of a bright lamp.

Woke up, the baby cried and she swallowed it.

She said no matter what, it will always be like this.

Looking back, you can go far, look back and leave your blessings in tears. No matter how much pain and confusion you will face tomorrow, different people will feel different when they read songs.

She reads books by herself.

Leave the room.

The music is weak and light-that's her story.

She said that she would like to stay like this and go her own way quietly.

It's quiet around you and quiet inside.

Maybe looking back, it will be more sad.

The moonlight shines on the road.

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