Talk about poems about leaving home in the background.

1. Li Bai's poems of leaving his hometown

Li Bai's poem about leaving his hometown 1. The story of an ancient poet leaving his hometown.

Li Bai, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, didn't like reading when he was a child. One day, the teacher didn't leave home and sneaked out to play. Click to view the details. He came to a small river and saw an old lady and an iron pestle grinding stones. Li Bai is very confused. He came over and asked, "Grandma, why are you wearing an iron pestle?" Click to view the details. The old woman said. "I grind it," Li Bai asked in surprise. "Oh, how can such a thick iron pestle be ground into a needle?" The old woman smiled and said, "As long as the pestle is always ground carefully every day, I'm afraid it won't stop grinding."

Clever Li Bai, did you hear that? Think about yourself, feel ashamed, turn around and go back to the house. From then on, he kept in mind the truth that "as long as you work hard, the oak tree will fall" and studied hard.

2. Poems about leaving home

Suzhou's dream of early spring in memory

Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi

The scenery of Wuyuan is good in four seasons, and the preference is spring.

After the glow of Xia Guangshu, the fire was black and the water was as clear and gentle as smoke.

Scholars and women should sing under the moon and let the monarch gold speak before the flowers.

I really know that joy is lingering. It has been four years since I left my hometown.

Smell the embarrassment on the edge

Year: Tang Author: Du Mu

The sea is clean and the grass is new, and the glory and decline are not seen.

The white sand is overcast, leaving Wan Li alone.

Back to my hometown

Year: Tang Author: He

Young people leave their hometown, old people return, and the local accent is hard to change.

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

3. Poems about leaving home

Wang Wei

Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my brothers in Shandong.

I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.

When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.

He Zhangzhi returned to his hometown to write a book.

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.

Song Wenzhi's Crossing the Han River

Outside the ridge, the sound is broken, winter returns to winter and spring returns to spring.

The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home.

Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night"

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.

Liu Zao swam to the second place.

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.

4. What are the poems about "running away from home"?

1, the priest is levied in the morning, and the guests are sad for their hometown. When a chicken crows at the Maodian Moon, people walk on the Banqiao Frost. —— From the Tang Dynasty: Wen, "The First Trip to Goodness"

Explain in vernacular Chinese: get up at dawn, the bells of horses and chariots have been shaken; Traveling all the way, the wanderer misses his hometown. The chicken is loud and clear, and the thatched shop is bathed in the afterglow of Xiao Yue; Footprints are blurred, and the wooden bridge is covered with early spring frost.

2, there is no evidence of the arrival of geese, and the road to dream back is difficult. The sadness of parting is like weeds in spring, which go further and further. -From the Five Dynasties: Li Yu's Qing Ping Le Bie Lai Chun Ban.

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: Hongyan has flown back, and the news has no basis. It's a long way to Xiu Yuan, and it's hard to form a dream of going back. The sadness of parting is like the weeds in spring. The farther you go, the more prosperous it will be.

3. The water is cold, and the wind blows from the north south of the forest. My home is wandering by the river, and the sea of clouds is far away. Tears of homesickness in the journey, see the back of the sail on the horizon. -From the Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran was cold and pregnant early.

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: the deciduous geese fly south, and the bleak river in the north wind is extremely cold. My home is near the winding water, far away from the vast sea of clouds in Chutian. Tears of homesickness run out during the journey, watching the returning sail wander in the horizon.

On September 9, 4, at Wangxiangtai, bid farewell to the foreign cup. Human feelings are tired and bitter in the south, and Hongyan is from the north. -From the Tang Dynasty: Wang Bo's "Climbing the Mountain in Nine Days"

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: Looking back at my hometown on the Double Ninth Festival, I feel particularly concerned when I am in a foreign land, setting a table for farewell and toasting each other. I'm tired of all kinds of sadness in the south. I don't think I can go back to the north. Why does Hongyan come from the north?

5, the east wind blows rain over the green hills, but looks at a thousand grasses. Hometown is in a dream, when can I return; Winter went to spring, and in Laizhou, Jiangxi, several people returned to China. -From the Tang Dynasty: Lu Lun's Chang 'an Spring Watch

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: the east wind blows, and the slight spring rain sprinkles the green hills; From a distance, the houses in Chang 'an city are stacked and the grass is idle. Hometown is in a dream, when will it be returned? When winter goes and spring comes, boats come and go on the river, and a few people can go home.

5. Poetry of Leaving Home

1, Pavilion Night Tang Dynasty: Du Fu's winter days are shortened on the elemental scale, and at the same time, the end of the world is full of frost and snow.

Stark sounded the fifth watch, drums and horns rang, and stars and Tianhe danced on three mountains. I heard women crying after the battle in the distance, and I saw savage fishermen and woodcutters at dawn.

Sleeping dragons and galloping horses are not generals now. They are dust. Be quiet for a while. Oh, the noise of the world ... By the middle of the year, the days are getting shorter and the cold nights are covered with frost and snow.

At dawn, the drums in the barracks are solemn and stirring, and the shadow of the Milky Way ripples on the Three Gorges. People in the wilderness wept bitterly for the war, and the fisherman's sad song came from a distance.

The hero's performance eventually became loess, why should I mind less letters and news? 2, cold food Tang Dynasty: Meng Yunqing spent a lot of flowers in the south of the Yangtze River in February, and cold food in other places is far from sad.

Poor people often don't have fireworks, not only in the Ming Dynasty. February in Jiangnan is the season when flowers are in full bloom, like smoke and fog. And I am far away from home, but I met the Cold Food Festival, which is infinitely sad.

Poor people often have three meals, and there are no fireworks in the stove. It's just that there is no need to commemorate the ancient literati meson push for tomorrow's broken cooking custom! 3. "Meet the Beijing and Tang Ambassadors": "Cen Can's hometown travels thousands of miles eastward, and the dragon bells with double sleeves crow." . I'll meet you immediately, without paper and pen. Please tell my family that I'm safe.

Looking east to my hometown is a long, long journey, and tears are still flowing on my sleeves. There was no pen and paper as soon as we met. Please tell my family that I am safe.

4. Tang Dynasty in the Mountain: The sorrow of the Yangtze River in Wang Bo has stagnated, and Wan Li's thoughts will return. The night is high and windy, and the mountains fly.

The Yangtze River is rolling eastward, and I have stayed outside for too long. My hometown is far away from Wan Li, which makes me miss it all the time.

What's more, the autumn wind has been blowing fiercely, and autumn leaves are falling all over the mountains. 5, Shangshan early tour of the Tang Dynasty: Wen Tingjun started to levy in the morning and visited his hometown.

When a chicken crows at the Maodian Moon, people walk on the Banqiao Frost. Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, and orange flowers are on the wall of the post.

Because they remembered Ling Du's dream, the geese returned home full of food. When I got up at dawn, the bells of horses and chariots had already shaken; Traveling all the way, the wanderer misses his hometown.

The chicken is loud and clear, and the thatched shop is bathed in the afterglow of Xiao Yue; Footprints are blurred, and the wooden bridge is covered with early spring frost. Withered oak leaves are covered with barren hills and roads; There are bright pale white and bitter orange flowers on the mud wall of the post office.

Therefore, I remembered the beautiful scene of dreaming about Ling Du last night. Flocks of ducks and geese frolic in the winding lakes and marshes on the shore.

6. What poems describe "homesickness"? "After leaving home?

1. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosted already? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night

2. Where is your hometown? It's leisurely to think about it. Autumn night in Huainan, the high house smells wild geese coming. Wei's Yan Wen

3. Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers remain forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back. 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. Du Fu's Hope in Spring

The mountain by the sea is like a sword, and Qiu Lai cuts his heart everywhere. How can we turn this body into tens of millions, scattered to the heads of state's homes to see!

Dai Shulun's Seeing the Mountain with Master and Sending Friends to Beijing in Haochu

5. Far away from sorrow, the sun is slanting, and the whip refers to the end of the world. I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation. Gong Zizhen's Miscellaneous Work of Helping the Sea

This river is 3000 miles long and has 15 lines of letters. There is nothing else between me, just telling me to go back to my hometown as soon as possible. Letter from Yuan Kai of Beijing Normal University

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"

You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! . When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? Wang Wei's miscellaneous poems

9. 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. One of Wang Wan's berths at the foot of Beibao Mountain.

10. 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. Liu Zao's Journey to the North

1 1. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. Ma Zhiyuan's Tianjingsha Qiu Si

12. Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang, I want a writer to write a book. When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him. Zhang Jide's Qiu Si

13. A harp sighs in the middle of the night, with the sadness of wind and rain on its strings. There is a solitary lamp, a trumpet sound, and on the other side of the platform tower, the moon sets. The fragrant grass has changed and withered, but I still hope my old friend will come back. Now that the wild goose has flown south, I have no more messengers to send to him. Wei Zhuang's Night Thoughts on the Tower.

14. People have only been away from home for seven days in spring. 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 "Every Day Someone Homesick"

15. The mountain is a journey, and the water is a journey. I'm going to Guan Yu, and I have a thousand lights at night. When the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, and there is no such sound in the garden.

Nalanxingde's Sauvignon Blanc

7. Poems and sentences expressing the feelings of the homeless.

1, Five Dynasties Li Yu's Rain Outside the Curtain of Langtaosha;

The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the spring is fading. Allred-rochow is too cold to stand.

I don't know if I am a dream guest, but I am insatiable in one day.

Don't lean against the fence alone, it is infinite, and it is easier to see when you are away.

Running water is gone, and spring is gone.

Interpretation: The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the spring will be strong and weak. Even the brocade quilt covered with Luo Zhi can't stand the cold and cold during the May Watch. Only when you forget that you are a passer-by in your dreams can you enjoy the movie.

One should not go upstairs to look at the fence alone, causing endless thoughts and feelings for the old country. It's easy to leave, but difficult to see my hometown again. In the past, the red flowers withered, just like the lost river went back with the spring. Compared with the past, one is the sky and the other is the earth.

2. In the Tang Dynasty, Wang Wei's "Mountain Residence Sacrifices Shandong Brothers":

I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.

When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.

Interpretation: A person is a guest alone in a foreign land, and he misses his relatives twice every festive season. Imagine that I was the only one with dogwood on my head when my brothers climbed the mountain and looked far today.

3. Tianjingsha Qiu Si by Ma Zhiyuan in Yuan Dynasty;

Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are thin horses.

When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

Commentary: At dusk, a group of crows landed on an old tree with withered vines and gave a piercing moan. Under the small bridge, the running water jingles, and the farmhouse next to the small bridge raises smoke. On the ancient road, a thin horse struggled against the west wind. The sunset gradually lost its luster and set from the west. On a cold night, only lonely travelers wander in the distance.

4. Li Bai heard the flute on a spring night in Los Angeles/Luoyang in the Tang Dynasty;

Yu Di's dark flying sound scattered into the spring breeze in Los Angeles.

In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick.

Commentary: Whose exquisite flute secretly makes melodious sound, which flutters with the spring breeze and spreads all over Luoyang City. Who can't help but miss their hometown when they hear the tune of Broken Willow on this night?

5. "Quiet Night Thinking" by Li Bai, a poet in the Tang Dynasty;

The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?

I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.

Interpretation: The bright moonlight sprinkled on enough paper in front of the bed, as if the ground was frosted. I couldn't help looking up at the bright moon in the sky outside the window that day, and I couldn't help but bow my head and think of my hometown in the distance.

8. What are the poems about endless homesickness after leaving home?

Thoughts in the dead of night

Lipper

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.

Tianjin Sha Qiu Si

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Dead vines and old trees faint ducks,

Small bridges and flowing water,

The ancient road is sparse and windy,

The sun went down,

Heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my brothers in Shandong.

Wang Wei

As a stranger in a foreign land,

Please think twice about your relatives during the festival.

Know where the brothers climb,

There is one person missing from the dogwood.

Watching the moon on fifteen nights

Wang Jian

Bai Shu cheered in the atrium,

Coody Leng silent wet osmanthus.

Tonight, the moon is full of hope,

I wonder who Qiu Si belongs to.

Melancholy Qiu Si

Ji Zhang

Look at the autumn wind in Luoyang,

The writer's book is full of meaning.

I can't talk about it in a hurry

Pedestrians came and opened again.

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Autumn wind songs

-Liu Yuxi

Where is the autumn wind?

Xiao Xiao sent the goose.

Chao lai ru Shu ting,

Lonely guests smell first.

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Endless desire

Nalanxingde

A ride on the mountain, a ride on the water, and a trip to Guan Yu, with thousands of lights at night. When the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, and there is no such sound in the garden.

Tianjin Sha Qiu Si

Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are thin horses. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

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