Wandering wanderer's classical Chinese

Wandering in Meng Jiao

the thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother,

makes clothes for the body of her wayward boy.

carefully she sews and thoroughly she mends,

dreading the delays that will keep him late from home.

but how much love has the inch-long grass,

reported three Chunhui

The boat in Banan wrote about the night in Cen Can

The ferry wanted to be dusk, and the people returned to fight for the crossing.

it's near zhongqingye temple, and far away from jiangcun.

when you see the letter that geese are homesick, you hear that apes have accumulated tears.

Wan Li night alone, the autumn moon is unbearable!

Li Deyu is in the middle of Chenling South Road.

The water in the mountains is divided and turned into a maze, and the coconut leaves are dark and manxi.

Worry rushes through poisonous fog and meets snake grass, while fear of falling sand bugs and avoiding swallow mud.

in may, she collected fire rice in the fields, and Tianjin officials reported tide chickens in the third watch.

at the homesick place, the birds are singing more and more in the hibiscus flowers.

on Hearing An Wanshan Play the Reed-Pipe Li Qi

bamboo from the southern hills was used to make this pipe, and its music, that was introduced from Persia first of all.

has taken on new magic through later use in China, and now the Tartar from Liangzhou, blowing it for me.

drawing a sigh from whosoever hears it, is bringing to a wanderer's eyes homesick tears..

many like to listen; but few understand, to and fro at will there's a long wind flying.

dry mulberry-trees, old cypresses, trembling in its chill, there are nine baby phoenixes, outcrying one another.

a dragon and a tiger spring up at the same moment;, then in a hundred waterfalls ten thousand songs of autumn.

are suddenly changing to The Yuyang Lament, and when yellow clouds grow thin and the white sun darkens.

they are changing still again to Spring in the Willow Trees, like Imperial Garden flowers, brightening the eye with beauty.

are the high-hall candles we have lighted this cold night, and with every cup of wine goes another round of music.

Li Qingzhao, a disabled person in spring

Why do you miss your hometown when you are disabled in spring? I hate combing my hair the longest in my illness.

Liang Yan's words are always there, and the rose breeze is thin and fragrant.

Li shangyin's freehand brushwork

Yan Yan is far away from the forest, and Gao Qiu looks at it and sings long songs.

There is a danger of Tongjiang on the road between people, but the mountains beyond the sky are only deep in jade.

the sun shines among the flowers, and the clouds are cloudy from the city.

I've been crying for homesickness for three years, and I'm afraid I can't help entering the New Year.

Send Qian Qi to Weiming House in Wujin

Li Yi wants nothing to do, but he can't play the piano.

The mine field is connected with Chuyue, and Tianjin is a semi-fisherman.

the dew orange is dripping with rain, and the red lotus is removing the early frost.

seeing you off, urging you to make a white head, and thinking of your hometown when you are near the water.

Tang Yanqian in Pujin River Pavilion

The rain is clear and the autumn scenery is clear, and the trees in Guangting are flourishing in the morning.

I hope to ride the water in the smoke, and the king will take shelter from the rain in the morning.

If you live alone, you will never be able to live alone.

homesickness and nostalgia hurt a lot, so this mourning is beyond words.

Taoyuanxing Wang Wei

a fisherman is drifting, enjoying the spring mountains, and the peach-trees on both banks lead him to an ancient source.

watching the fresh-coloured trees, he never thinks of distance, who does his best in Qingxi, suddenly pays attention to people.

it's a cave-with a mouth so narrow that he has to crawl through, but then it opens wide again on a broad and level path.

and far beyond he faces clouds crowning a reach of trees, and thousands of houses shadowed round with flowers and bamboos.

woodsmen tell him their names in the ancient speech of Han, and clothes of the Qin Dynasty are worn by all these people.

Juren * * lives in Wulingyuan, on farms and in gardens that are like a world apart.

their dwellings at peace under pines in the clear moon, until sunrise fills the low sky with crowing and barking.

...At news of a stranger the people all assemble, and each of them invites him home and asks him where he was born.

alleys and paths are cleared for him of petals in the morning, and fishermen and farmers bring him their loads at dusk.

they had left the world long ago, they had come here seeking refuge even asked the immortal if he would not return it.

no one in the cave knowing anything outside? Outsiders viewing only empty mountains and thick clouds.

the fisherman, unaware of his great good fortune, begins to think of country, of home, of worldly ties.

finds his way out of the cave again, past mountains and past rivers, intending some time to return, when he has told his kin.

he studies every step he takes, fixes it well in mind, and forgets that cliffs and peaks may vary their appearance.

it is certain that to enter through the deepness of the mountain, how many times did Qingxi go to Yunlin?

but now, with spring-floods everywhere and floating peachpetals, which is the way to go, to find that hidden source?.

Zhang Yong on a rainy night

The curtain is rustling and the bamboo yard is deep, and the guests are lonely with lights singing.

The endless rain in the night sky broke the homesickness of Wan Li.

Bai Juyi, the way out of the customs

Hangu Road, with mountains and rivers, is covered with dust.

depression goes to the country, and the autumn wind gives birth to the old customs. 2. Please help me with some ancient poems, the theme of which is "I miss my hometown with wandering wanderers". The more, the more

(1) I work at night, the more comfortable I am.

I don't sleep alone in the cold light of the hotel, so why does the guest's heart turn sad?

I miss my hometown for thousands of miles tonight, and it will be another year in the Ming Dynasty.

(2) Going home [Tang] Du Mu

The youngest son asked by the hand, why is it too late to return? * * * Who fights for time and wins sideburns?

(3) homesickness [song dynasty] Li Gou

people say that the sunset is the end of the world, and you can't see your home if you look at the end of the world.

I hate the separation of Bishan Mountain, which is still covered by dusk clouds.

(4) Letters from Beijing Normal University [Ming] Yuan Kai

The river is 3, miles long and there are 15 lines of letters from home. There is no other word between me, just tell me to return to my hometown as soon as possible.

[5] Watching the mountains with the first master of Haochu to send relatives and friends to Beijing [Tang] Dai Shulun

The sharp mountain on the seashore is like a sword, and Qiu Lai is full of sorrow.

if you want to turn into a hundred billion dollars, you can go to the top of the mountain and look at your hometown.

[6] Wen Yan [Tang] Wei Yingwu

Where is the hometown? It's leisurely to think about it. On the autumn night in Huainan, Gao Zhai heard the geese coming.

⑺ Zashi (Wang Wei)

you who have come from my old country, tell me what has happened there!. Was the plum, when you passed my silken window, is the cold plum blooming?

⑻ inscribed on the wall of an inn north of dayu mountain (Song Zhiwen)

Nanfeiyan on a cloudy moon, here turn back, this very month. The birds do not enter, but I do not travel far from the lingnan, I do not know when, when I can return to the return?

the river is pausing at ebb-tide, and the woods are thick with clinging mist. Tomorrow I climb to the top of the mountain, looking northward to my hometown, or can I see the red plum on the mountain top.

levies bidding a friend farewell at jingmen ferry (Li Bai)

sailing far off from Jingmen Ferry, soon you will be with people in the south. Where the mountains end and the plains begin, and the river winds through wilderness.

the moon is lifted like a mirror, sea-clouds gleam like palaces. And the water has brought you a touch of home, to draw your boat three hundred miles.

⑽ On a moonlit night, Yi Shedi (Du Fu)

In a wanderer hears drums portending battle, the geese are singing in autumn. Dew changes to frost since tonight, how much brighter the moonlight is at home!

o my brothers, lost and scattered, what is life to me without you?. It's often late to send books, what can I hope for during war?.

⑾ Farewell (Folk Song of Sui Dynasty)

The willows are green and the flowers are flying in the sky.

The wicker folding ruler has run out of flowers. May I ask if the pedestrians will return?

[13] Looking at the Moon at Fifteen Nights (Wang Jian)

In the atrium, there are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus fragrans in Coody Leng.

I don't know whose house Qiu Si will fall into tonight.

[13] on meeting a messenger to the capital

It's a long way to the east of the old garden, and the dragon bell with double sleeves is crying.

I'll meet you immediately without paper and pen, and I'll report my peace with your message.

14. Show your son (Lu You)

When you die, you know that everything is empty, but you are sad to see Kyushu.

Julian Waghann decided to celebrate the Central Plains Day in the north, and the family sacrifice was never forgotten.

⒂ fisherman's pride (Fan Zhongyan)

The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and the Hengyang geese go unnoticed, and the sound is ringing all around. Thousands of miles away, the long smoke and the sunset are closed.

a glass of turbid wine is home to Wan Li, but Yan ran has not stopped drinking. Qiang Guan is covered with frost. People are sleepless, and the general has white hair and tears.

[13] I cut a plum boat and crossed Wujiang (Jie Jiang)

I'm worried about spring. The boat on the river shakes and the curtain moves upstairs. Qiuniangdu and Tainiangqiao. The wind is fluttering and the rain is drizzling.

when will you go home to wash your guest robes? The silver word is sheng Diao, and the heart word is fragrant. Time is easy to throw people away. Cherry is red and banana is green.

⒄ Tianjingsha Qiu Si (Ma Zhiyuan)

Old trees with withered vines faint crows, small bridges with flowing water, old roads with thin horses with westerly winds.

when the sun sets, heartbroken people are far away.

⒅ the wall in prison (Tan Sitong)

I'm desperate to stop thinking about James Zhang, and I have to wait for Du Gen for a moment.

I smile at the sky from the horizontal knife, and I'm going to save my liver and gallbladder.

⒆ A chapter on feelings (Tan Sitong)

Everything in the world is anxious for spring, and now it's time to cry to the pale ghost.

4 million people shed tears together, where is China in the end of the world?

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

The sound of Yu Di's dark flying scattered into the spring breeze.

Who can't help feeling homesick when I hear of the willow breaking in this nocturne? 3. Wandering wanderers will miss their hometown when the moonlight shines on the earth at night. What should they use

1. Commonly used poems expressing homesickness in autumn are:

1. he knows that the dews tonight will be frost, how much brighter the moonlight is at home!. -Du Fu's "remembering my brothers on a moonlight night"

2. Where is the hometown in the northwest, and how many times do you see the moon in the southeast? -Bai Juyi's "Looking at the Moon at the Pavilion on the Night of August 15th"

3. Being a stranger alone in a foreign land, I miss my relatives every holiday. -Wang Wei's on the mountain holiday thinking of my brothers in shandong

4. Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang, I want the writer to write a book. -Zhang Ji's "Qiu Si"

5. A glass of turbid wine is home to Wan Li, but Yan Ran is not happy. -Fan Zhongyan's The Fisherman's Pride Qiu Si

6. at last I can send my messengers, wildgeese, homing to Loyang. -Wang Wan's "a mooring under north fort hill"

7. * * * Look at the bright moon and cry, for hearts, in five places, all sick with one wish. -Bai Juyi's "Looking at the Moon"

8. Wandering in the sky, I am eager for my hometown. -Zhang Jiuling's

Night on the Xijiang River 9. the limp-hanging leaves of a foreign tree, a lantern's cold gleam, lonely in the night. -Ma Dai's "Ba Shang Qiu Ju"

1. I don't know where to play the reed pipe, and I want to recruit people all night. -Li Yi's on hearing a flute at night from the wall of shouxiang

Second, it is easy to feel homesick in autumn:

1. Autumn night, especially the night of the full moon, is quiet at night, which often makes wanderers look at the moon and feel homesick;

2. Mid-Autumn Festival, every time I miss my family, the holiday season makes the wandering wanderers feel homesick and full of sadness;

3. In autumn, adding a word "heart" under the word "autumn" is the word "worry". Wanderers are wandering outside, and in autumn they can't help feeling homesick.

4. Seeing that the geese have lined up to return to the south, why not make people feel strongly homesick?

5. Everything seems very sad when it withers in autumn, which can also arouse the feeling of loss and homesickness in the hearts of wanderers. 4. The wandering wanderer misses his hometown very much and looks up at the starry sky. He can't help reciting

Thinking about a quiet night

Li Bai

Looking at the moonlight in front of his bed, could there have been a frost already?.

lifting myself to look, I found that it was moonlight, sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home.

Looking at the moon for fifteen nights

Wang Jian

A crow in Bai Shu in the atrium,

A silent and wet osmanthus in Coody Leng. <

I don't know whose home Qiu Si belongs to.

I'm homesick in winter.

Zhou He

The wild field begins to freeze, and the sky is bright and the color is clear.

Birds stay in the cold trees, and monks seldom come to the mountains.

I collect snow from the windows on the back of the day, and open the furnace to release the inkstone ice.

I suddenly return to my hometown and feel lonely about Xiling. < p Duqu Oriole learned that

he was heartbroken by the setting sun on the river bank.

on the mountain holiday thinking of my brothers in shandong

Wang Wei

was a stranger in a foreign land,

he missed his family more often during festivals.

He knew from a distance where his brothers climbed high, and

there was one less person in the dogwood.