Poems of wandering abroad and returning home

Poetry in a foreign land 1. What are the poems about "foreign land"?

I thought of my brother in Shandong when I was on holiday in the mountains.

Author Wang Wei, Tang Dynasty

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.

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Being alone is always a bit bleak, and I miss my distant relatives every time I go to the Double Ninth Festival. Far away, I feel sorry for myself when I think of my brothers climbing high with dogwood.

Second, look at the moon and think of a distant one.

Author Zhang Jiuling, Tang Dynasty.

The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world. People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones.

Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes. You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.

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A bright moon rises in the vast sea, and now you and I are facing each other at the ends of the earth. All living beings hate the long moonlight and miss their loved ones all night. Put out the candles and cherish the moonlight in the room. I wandered around in my clothes, feeling the cold at night. I can't give you beautiful moonlight, I just hope to meet you in my sleep.

Third, a berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain.

Author Wang Wan, Tang Dynasty

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. Finally, I can send my messenger, Wild Goose, back to Luoyang.

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The journey is beyond the green hills, sailing in front of the Qinghe River. The tide is high, and the water between the two banks is wide, so sail before the wind just hangs the sail high. The night hasn't faded, the rising sun has risen on the river in Ran Ran, and the Jiangnan in the old year has the breath of spring. I don't know when the letter from home will arrive. I hope the geese returning from the north will take it to Luoyang.

Fourth, Chang 'an Wang Chun.

Author Lu Lun, Tang Dynasty,

The east wind blows, and the gentle spring rain sprinkles the green hills; Seen from the height of the hill, the buildings in Chang 'an City are layered. When I get home in my dream, several people will go back to Chunsheng River.

Outside Chang 'an, the Ye Yuan River criss-crosses, extending beyond the clouds on the horizon, and inside Chang 'an, the palaces in the palaces are shrouded in a sunset. Who knows that I am a scholar, born in troubled times, alone, white-haired, haggard, wandering in the desolate mountains.

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The east wind is blowing, and a slight spring rain is sprinkled on 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.

Outside Chang 'an, rivers and Yuan Ye crisscross, extending beyond the clouds in the horizon. In Chang 'an, the uneven level of the palace is shrouded in the sunset. Who knows that I am a scholar, born in troubled times, alone, with white hair and haggard face, wandering in the remote Qin Guan.

V. Homesickness

Author Li Gou, Song Dynasty

People say that the place where the sun sets is the horizon. I try to look at the horizon, but I can't see my home.

Castle Peak is being influenced by Castle Peak, which covers my sight. Twilight, Castle Peak.

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People say that the place where the sun goes down is the end of the world. I try my best to see the end of the world, but I can't see my home.

I am angry that the green hills in front of me block my view, and the clouds are heavy and the green hills are densely covered.

2. Write two sentences about ancient poetry with the word "foreign land"

Poems with "Foreign Land"

Guest work in the middle (Li Bai)

Lanling wine tulips, jade bowls filled with amber light.

But I got the host drunk and didn't know where it was.

Four Happiness Poems (Hong Mai's Essays on Rong Zhai)

Version 1:

We met an old friend in another country after a long drought. On their wedding night, when to be no.1. He: Go ahead.

Version 2:

After ten years of drought, we met an old friend in Wan Li. On the night of the monk's wedding, Guo-zi-jian diploma will be the top scholar.

There are three versions of this poem, one is written by Han Anonymous, and the other is written by Ji Yun () in Qing Dynasty.

Huai's former residence (Chen Yinque)

The Leng family has ancestral home. Two: one is Lu Jing, the west gate of Nanchang, with a couplet written by our ancestors on the door, which reads' Tianen Songju, the human environment raises Peng Ying'; One is the Songmen Villa in Guling, Lushan Mountain. There are huge stones in front of it. The first gentleman wrote the words "the tiger guards the loose door". I am sick in Chengdu today, looking at the east in the distance, and the twilight is boundless. I recalled my former residence and gave this poem to my relatives and friends. I know my mood at this time.

The bell rang in the distance, and the shadows of the trees were covered by thousands of crows. Life is full of anger, and no one in the world is interested in sunset.

Break the rivers and mountains to win, and send desolation for the rest of the year. When you dreamed of Songmen Songju, you recognized other places as your hometown.

Notes on Good Songs (Cao Xueqin)

The humble room is empty and the bed is full; Dry grass withered poplar, used to be a ballroom. Spider silk is covered with carved beams, and green yarn is attached to the awning window. What do you say about thick fat and fragrant powder? Why are your temples frosted again? Yesterday, the loess dragon sent bones, and tonight, the red light lies at the bottom of the account. A box full of gold and a box full of silver, everyone is slandering beggars. I am lamenting that his life span is not long, and I will know that I am dead when I come back! If you train well, you will never be a strong beam in the future. Choose cream beam, who wants to live in Yanhua Lane! Because the gauze cap is too small, it locks the cangue bar. I felt embarrassed about the cold coat yesterday, but now I think the purple python is too long. Noisy, you sing me on stage, but you think that other places are your hometown. That's ridiculous. In the end, it was all on wedding dresses for other girls!

Ancient poems:

I would rather hate a twist of soil in my hometown than love two thousand gold in other places. (From Wu Cheng'en, The Journey to the West)

A foreign land is not like home. (Excerpted from History of Eastern Zhou Dynasty)

As the saying goes, it is better to ask others than to ask yourself.

3. A poem describing how far you are from your beloved.

Jane yimei and Li Qingzhao

Red lotus root is fragrant and jade is lingering in autumn. I can untie Luo Shang and go to the Dutch boat alone. Who sent the brocade book, the word geese returned, and the moon was full of the West Building. Flowers from Shui Piao to water, a kind of acacia, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.

Que Qiao xian Qin Guan

The thin clouds in the sky are changing, the meteors in the sky convey the sadness of acacia, and the endless galaxy I quietly crossed tonight. On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife. Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge. As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron?

Wang Changling, in my heart forever

A young woman in the boudoir will never be sad; Spring came dressed up and boarded Chui Building alone. Suddenly I saw the green willows, and I felt uncomfortable; Oh, I regret that I shouldn't have asked my husband to find Hou Feng.

That's only Li Shangyin's:

Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same.

4. Poetry living in a different place

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

The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! -Du Fu

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

Where is your hometown? Forget it unless you're drunk. -Xin Qiji's Bodhisattva Man.

Please take my two lines of tears to my distant hometown! Cen Can.

The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold. -Du Fu's Hope for Spring

You should pity the water in your hometown and lead your boat for three hundred miles. -Li Bai

My hometown is full of clouds and water, which is not suitable for Qiu Meng. -Li Shangyin's "Stagnant Rain"

I entrust my dream to you, please take me back to my home in the garden. -Liu Zongyuan Lingling early spring

The heart of the country is endless, and a wild goose crosses the South Tower. -Zhao Wei

Everyone gradually feels strange in the local accent, but they hate the sound of the old mountain. -Si Kongtu's Five Books

I know the taste of rivers and lakes best in my life. I heard that the autumn wind in my hometown is coming. -Jiang Kui

Who is away from the thunderstorm in Wang Zhi? Return home in spring next year. -Wang Changling.

* * * Looking at the bright moon and crying, for the heart, five places, all sick and willing. -Bai Juyi

For no reason, I crossed the mulberry river, but I hope that Bing is my hometown. -Liu Zao's Repetitive Release

Don't blame homesickness for being a guest in other States for ten years. -Anonymous Miscellaneous Sentences

Don't look back on the railing, seventy-five pavilions in my hometown. -Du Mu

My hometown is a thousand miles away tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty. -Gao Shi

If you want to become 100 billion, go to the peak to see your hometown. -Liu Zongyuan

Fish books are posted, and water is far away and mountains are long. -Yan Shu "Untitled"

Jiang Nanan spring breeze is green, when will the bright moon shine on me? -Wang Anshi went to Guazhou

5. What are the poems that express "foreign land"?

People say that the place where the sun sets is the horizon. I try to look at the horizon, but I can't see my home.

_ _ _ _ Li Gou's "Homesickness" Mochow has no bosom friend, and everyone knows you. _ _ _ _ Gao Shi's two poems don't move the big moon. At this time, the sea is full, and the horizon is * * * at this time.

_ _ _ _ Zhang Jiuling's "Looking at the distant moon and thinking about the distant moon" On that green spring day, I sang loudly, drank heavily and began to go home. _ _ _ _ Du Fu's "The Yellow River is Recovered by the Imperial Army" He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is so bright! .

_ _ _ _ Du Fu's Moonlit Memories of Brothers is endless and homesick. _ _ _ _ Zhang Jiuling's "The Night of the Xijiang River" I hope that people will live for a long time and have a good scenery.

_ _ _ _ Su Shi's Mid-Autumn Festival in Chen Bing asked relatives and friends in Luoyang that there was a piece of ice in the jade pot. _ _ _ _ Wang Changling's "Lotus Inn" and Xin Qiji are lonely at night without the soft leaves of foreign trees and the cold light of lanterns.

_ _ _ _ Ma Dai's "Autumn Chrysanthemum on the Dam" Spring breeze and green Jiang Nanan, when will the bright moon shine on me? _ _ _ _ The rest of Wang Anshi's "Dengguazhou" flew in the dark and scattered to the spring breeze of Manluo. _ _ _ _ Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night/Smelling the flute in Luoyang on a Spring Night" should not ask Lingnan.

But this road. This peace of mind is my hometown.

_ _ _ _ Su Shi's youth journey, from the South China Sea to Wang Dingguo, now, approaching my village and meeting people, I dare not ask a question. _ _ _ _ Song Wenzhi's "Crossing the Han River", when it was windy and snowy for a long time, it failed to break the dream of hometown, and there was no such sound in my hometown.

_ _ _ _ Nalanxingde Sauvignon Blanc, on the trip up the mountain, the petals have been like tears, and the lonely bird has sung grief. _ _ _ _ Du Fu's "Hope for Spring" left home when he was young, and the local accent did not change.

_ _ _ _ He's "Two Hometown Couplets, Part I" is called Broken Ileum, and I remember March 3. _ _ _ _ Li Bai's "Xuancheng/Zigui Watching the Rhododendron" has been away from home for many years, and recently the personnel have been killed.

_ _ _ _ He's two hometown couplets, until I raised my cup and asked the bright moon, which brought me my shadow and made the three of us. _ _ _ _ Li Bai's "Four Moons Alone, Part One" is a serenade of Liu Zhe, and no one can stand the homesickness.

_ _ _ _ Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in the spring night in Los Angeles/Smelling the flute in the spring night in Luoyang" only reflects the front lake, and the spring breeze does not change the old waves. _ _ _ _ What's the Book of Two Hometowns? plain clothes doesn't sigh, but it's still bright to return home.

_ _ _ _ Lu You's "Spring Rain in Lin 'an" Luoyang has a good spring, and Luoyang talented people are always in other places. _ _ _ _ When will the home of Bodhisattva Xia in Weizhuang come to my dream, and how many people will return to the river in spring? _ _ _ _ Lu Lun's Spring in Chang 'an, but I looked at home and the twilight faded? The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy.

_ _ _ _ Yellow Crane Tower in Cui Hao/When you board the Yellow Crane Tower, the water brings you the feeling of home, and the painting is 300 miles. _ _ _ _ Li Bai's "Seeing Friends Off at Jingmen Ferry" is full of expectations tonight, and I don't know who Qiu Si will fall on.

_ _ _ _ Wang Jian's Fifteen Nights Full Moon Send Du Langzhong * * * Looking at the bright moon and crying, it's a red heart, and in five places, it's all a wish. _ _ _ _ Bai Juyi's "Full Moon Feelings" will stay up all night for a year, and Wan Li has not returned.

_ _ _ _ Dai Shulun's "Except Sleeping on a Stone Hill" Wan Li had a glass of turbid wine at home, but Ran Yan didn't lose his mind. _ _ _ _ Fan Zhongyan's "The Pride of the Fisherman" Qiu Si, you come from my old country, tell me what happened there! .

_ _ _ _ Wang Wei's "Three Miscellaneous Poems II" When will you go home to wash your robe? The silver word is the tone, and the heart word is the fragrance. _ _ _ _ Jie Jiang's "Crossing the Wujiang River with a Cut Plum and a Boat" has never dreamed of returning for ten years and is independent of Qingfeng.

_ _ _ _ Xie Fangde's Wuyishan Bell plays the flute somewhere and wants to see his hometown all night. _ _ _ _ Li Yi's "On Keeping the Fragrant Wall and Listening to the Flute at Night" flies before the flowers fall.

_ _ _ _ Xue Daoheng's Homecoming Where is the hometown in the northwest and where is the full moon in the southeast? _ _ _ _ Bai Juyi's "Looking at the Moon in the Pavilion on the 15th of August" knocked on the deep lane with an anvil pestle, and Jason Wu shook down his hometown in autumn.

_ _ _ _ Qiu Si, a land traveler, is thousands of miles away from home. A maid-in-waiting has lived here for twenty years. _ _ _ _ Zhang Hu's "Gong Ci, Thousands of Miles from Home" hometown road is long, Xiu Yuan Xi, double-sleeved dragon bell crying.

_ _ _ _ Cen Can's "On the Messenger of the Jingshi" is in a foreign land, and he misses his relatives every holiday. _ _ _ _ Wang Wei's "Remembering Brothers in Shandong during Vacation on the Mountain/Memories of Brothers in East Jiuri Mountain in September" Cong Ju shed tears another day, and she was alone in the boat.

_ _ _ _ I don't know what time it is in Du Fu's Eight Poems in Autumn, and I have to go with you. _ _ _ _ Wei Chengqing's poem "Singing geese in the South" can't be written, just a little nostalgic. _ _ _ _ Zhang Yan's Lonely Goose in Jie Lianhuan looks at the clouds and hides his eyes, homesick for raindrops.

_ _ _ _ Bai Juyi's "Dribbling" Bashan Chuhe River is desolate, giving up on itself for 23 years. _ _ _ _ Liu Yuxi's "Enjoy Lotte at the First Meeting in Yangzhou" is a destination, and I have been sad and tired for many years.

_ _ _ _ Wang Ji's "Entering Ruoyexi" started to levy priests in the morning to mourn his hometown. _ _ _ _ Wen Tingyun's early trip to goodness, tell me, where do you live? Near here, next to the fishing pond? .

_ _ _ _ Cui Hao's "Long March Tell me where you live" If it becomes hundreds of billions, it will be spread to the top of the mountain to see your hometown. _ _ _ _ Liu Zongyuan "Seeing the mountains and rivers with Hao's first master and sending relatives and friends to Beijing".