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There are poems about missing.

1. Are there any poems that express the feelings of missing? 1. Flowers bloom and fall, flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. _ _ Li Qingzhao's "A Prune, Red Lotus Root Fragrance and Jade Autumn"

Interpretation: Flowers drift, water floats. A kind of parting lovesickness affects two leisure worries.

2. I miss you every day, and I drink Yangtze River water. _ _ Li Chi Ngai's "Operator, I live at the head of the Yangtze River"

Interpretation: I live in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River and you live in the lower reaches of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day but I can't see you. I drink the Yangtze River water.

3. The river is green, and I listen to Langjiang songs. _ _ Liu Yuxi's two poems about Zhi Zhu, the first part

Interpretation: The Yangliuqing River is wide and flat, and I hear my lover singing on it.

I want to send a colored note and a ruler. The mountains are long and there is a lot of water. _ _ Yan Shu "Liang Zhu, Threshold, Chrysanthemum, Sorrow, Smoke, Blue Tears and Dew"

Interpretation: I want to send a letter to my sweetheart. But the mountains are endless and the water is endless. I don't know where my sweetheart is.

5, who wants to say acacia, shallow lovers don't know. _ _ Yan's Sauvignon Blanc

Interpretation: Who can I tell about this lovesickness? A fickle and ungrateful person cannot understand it.

6. I just hope your heart is the same as mine, and don't miss home. _ _ Li Chi Ngai's "Operator, I live at the head of the Yangtze River"

Interpretation: I only hope that you and I have the same mind and will live up to this mutual yearning.

7. The high light flashes; My desire is getting deeper and deeper. I lift the curtain, sigh and stare at the moon. _ _ Li Bai's bottle of Sauvignon Blanc

Interpretation: I miss her soul at night, and the lonely lamp is dim with me; Roll up the curtains to see the bright moon, sighing at the bright moon in vain.

8. Thinking of my husband is like drowning, and you can still smell sobbing. _ _ "From the King"

Interpretation: thinking of you is like a full moon on the horizon, weakening its luster night after night.

9. The breeze and bright moon are bitter, and my son has been in the army for more than ten years. _ _ Wang Wei's Yizhou Song

Interpretation: I miss you very much on a clear breeze and bright moon night. Prodigal son, you have been in the army for more than ten years.

10, I miss you in a distant place. Outside the blue sky, in my once sparkling eyes, this is the source of tears. _ _ Li Bai's "Sauvignon Blanc II"

Interpretation: I think of my lover, my lover, who floated all the way across the sky and brought eyes, and now it has become the source of tears.

1 1. When I miss my hometown after a long separation, I will use this poem to express it: Looking up, I found it was moonlight, and then sinking, I suddenly remembered home.

Interpretation: I can't help looking up at the bright moon in the sky outside the window that day, and I can't help but bow my head and think of my distant hometown.

2. A few more ancient poems I miss. Oh, thinking about the bright thread at the foot of my bed, will it have frost? At night.

I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. On holiday in the mountains, I think of my brothers in Shandong who are in a foreign land, and I miss my relatives every holiday.

When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. Shangshan left early in the morning and began to collect taxes. The guests were all sad for their 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.

Thinking of Ling Du's dream, Goose returned to the capital of the Tang Dynasty and the hometown of Cen Can during a meeting with the emissary. The east road is long, and the dragon bell with double sleeves cries. I'll meet you immediately, without paper and pen. Please tell my family that I'm safe.

People miss home every day. Xue Daoheng people have been away from home for two years since seven days ago. 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.

It has been ten frost in Bingzhou, and the Liuzao Guest House in Shuofang misses Xianyang day and night. For no reason, I crossed the mulberry river, but I hope that Bing is my hometown.

One spring night in Los Angeles, I heard the flute and Li Bai's Yu Di dancing, and the spring breeze filled Los Angeles. In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick.

Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang, Qiu Si, I am eager for a writer to write a book. There is no fear in the hurry, and pedestrians are coming to Kaifeng. Homesick in the mountains in winter-Zhouhe Daye began to be strict, the sky was high and the clouds were light, and the color was clear. 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.

Wei Zhaung, homesick outside the river, is sad in a foreign land every spring, and Du Qu oriole knows. Seeing the setting sun on the river bank, it seems that my heart has been torn into pieces of willow leaves.

Autumn wind attracts Liu Yuxi, autumn wind comes everywhere, and rustling sends geese. When the morning light shone into the trees in the courtyard, the lonely guests first heard it. Sauvignon Blanc (Nalan's nature) rides on the mountain, rides on the water, walks towards Guan Yu, and lights are on 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.

Patio sand Qiu Si withered vines old trees faint, small bridges flowing people, ancient roads west wind thin horses. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

Red beans when those red berries come in spring, they blush on your southern branches. People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention.

A plum blossom boat crossed the Wujiang River (Jie Jiang) full of spring worries. The boat on the river rocked and the curtain moved upstairs.

Du Qiuniang and Tainiang Bridge. The wind is floating and the rain is falling.

When will you go home to wash the guest robes? The silver word is the tone, and the heart word is the fragrance.

Time can easily throw people away. Cherry is red and banana is green.

There is a chapter (Tan Sitong) that everything in the world is anxious for spring, and now I cry to Cang Ming. Forty million people shed tears together. Where is China at the end of the world?

There is a letter from Beijing Normal University [Ming] Yuan Kaijiang, 3,000 Li, with 15 lines of letters. There is nothing else between me, just telling me to go back to my hometown as soon as possible.

17 songs! Please, pick me ~ ~.

3. Poems that express the feelings of missing, we hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one and grow together on the earth, two branches of a tree. ..

The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever. If two people have a long relationship, they won't go to court.

-Qin Guan's "Queqiao" will not be in love in his life, but will be in love and will be in love. -Xu Yuan Rethinking "Moon Song * Chun Qing" has been affectionate and hateful since ancient times, and the source of good dreams is the easiest to wake up.

-green; Shi Qing's The Story of the River is full of lovesickness and tears, throwing red beans, and endless spring flowers and flowers. -Cao Xueqin's Dream of Red Mansions said that he was homesick under the acacia tree, and Silang hated Xiaomin.

-Republic of China: Liang Qichao held hands and looked at him with tears, but he was speechless and choked up. Love hurts and leaves since ancient times.

This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together? ! -Liu Yong's "Yulinling" flowers float with water.

One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.

Looking around, lonely and sad. This time, what a sad sentence? -Li Qingzhao's "Sound Slow" went to the West Building without saying a word.

The moon is like a hook. Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn.

Keep cutting. The reason is still chaos.

It's sadness. It's not the usual smell. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.

-Li Shangyin "Jinse" Looking for him in the crowd, suddenly looking back, the man was there, and the lights were dim. -Xin Qiji's "Qingyun Case * Yuanxi" flowers can be folded straight, don't wait until there are no flowers! -Don Du Qiuniang's "One-legged Monster" is full of fragrance and heartbreaking.

-Li Bai's "Qing Ping Er Diao" is getting wider and wider without regret, which makes people haggard for Iraq. -Song; Liu Yong's Fengqitong has become empty and still like a dream.

-Li Yu's "Midnight Song * How can I avoid the sadness and hate of life? "You know what I mean, I sympathize with you. You must ask for it! -Li Yu's "More Leaking Golden Bird" is on the head of Liu, and people are about after dusk. -Zhu's "Hawthorn" meets each other, which seems heartless.

-Sima Guang's "Xijiang Moon" When the world is poor, there is only endless acacia. However, I feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn, although my body does not have bright wings like a phoenix.

-Don; Li Shangyin's untitled life has been infatuated since ancient times, and this resentment has nothing to do with romantic affairs. -Song; Ouyang Xiu's "Spring in the Jade House".

4. Poems expressing feelings of missing Li Bai's bed, moonlit night, could there have been a frost already?.

Look up at the moon, bow your head and miss your hometown. I miss my brothers in Shandong on vacation in the mountains. Wang Wei is a stranger and misses his relatives every holiday.

When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. Looking at the moon for fifteen nights, Wang Jian's atrium, crows inhabiting Bai Shu, and silent wet osmanthus in Coody Leng.

I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight. Qiu Si, a native of Luoyang, saw the autumn wind. He wanted to find 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. -Autumn wind attracts you.-Where did Liu Yuxi get the autumn wind? Xiao Xiao sent the goose.

When the morning light enters the courtyard, lonely guests smell it first. —— Sauvignon Blanc takes a trip to Nalanxingde Mountain, walks in the water, walks towards Guan Yu, and lights are everywhere 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. Patio sand Qiu Si withered vines old trees faint, small bridges flowing people, ancient roads west wind thin horses.

When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. Xue Daoheng has only been in spring for seven days, and I have been away from home for two years.

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. Homesick in winter-The great cause of Zhouhe River is at the beginning of strictness, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the color is clear.

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. Wei Zhaung, homesick outside the river, is sad in a foreign land every spring, and Du Qu oriole knows.

Seeing the setting sun on the river bank, it seems that my heart has been torn into pieces of willow leaves. Now, approaching my village and meeting people, I dare not ask a question-Tang Song Wen Zhi > You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! When you passed my window, was the plum blossom Han Mei in full bloom? -Don Wang Wei, "The foot of my bed is so bright, will it have frosted?" Looking up, I found that it was moonlight, and it sank back again. I suddenly thought of home-Tang Libai > The water waves in the river, the white feathers of waterfowl, the green mountains and the red flowers are in contrast, and you want to burn.

This spring is coming to an end. When will I go home? (Du Fu's quatrains) I miss my family more often during the festive season-Tang Wang Wei > I am looking forward to the full moon tonight, and I wonder whose family Qiu Si will fall into-Tang Wang Jian > When the teenager left home, his old friend returned, and his local accent remained unchanged. -Tang He Zhang Zhi > He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! -Tang Du Fu >; 1 is missing from the poem. You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! .

When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? (Wang Wei: Miscellaneous Poems) 2. Teenagers leave home, old people return, and the local accent does not change. Where do children come from when they meet strangers? (He: Homecoming Letter) 3. Yin Shu beyond the ridge, winter goes and spring comes.

The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home. (Song Wenzhi's Crossing the Han River) 4. 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. ... the night now gives way to the ocean of the sun, and Jiang Chunren was in the old year.

I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. (Wang Wan: a berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain) 5. It's only seven days in spring and two years away from home.

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: Everyday Homecoming). The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? .

I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. (Li Bai: Silent Night Thinking) 7. The sound of the darkness of the flute flying into the spring wind filled Los Angeles.

In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick. (Li Bai: "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night") 8. In the guest house and Bingzhou, it is already ten first frost, 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: "Journey to the North").

5. Full Moon Philip Burkart Poetry (Tang) Zhang Jiuling

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.

So I left my message to the moon and then turned to my bed, hoping to have a dream.

Su Shi, the head of Shuidiao Song.

When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I wonder what year it is today. I want to ride home in the wind, but I'm afraid it's too cold. Dancing and watching shadows is like being on the earth.

Golden Beach Li Shangyin

I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.

Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.

Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.

A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.

Untitled Tang Li Shangyin

The wind in the east wind, the rain in the wind, the rain in the wind, the sound of light thunder came from the other side outside the lotus pond.

There is also a locked golden toad incense burner. Cigarettes are elegantly wrapped, like pulleys in a jade pot, and the traction rope is pumped into the well water.

Wang Wei dreamed that she was a beautiful young girl. Wang Wei had a pillow dream and wrote a poem.

Never mind the flowers, even this bright flame of love, is it only ashes? .

Autumn wind swept the Tang Dynasty. li po

The autumn wind is clear and the autumn moon is bright.

When the fallen leaves are scattered, the habitat in western Western jackdaw is full of surprises.

Acacia knows when to meet, and this night is embarrassing.

To Wang Lun and Li Bai.

Li Bai will want to travel by boat,

Suddenly I heard singing on the shore.

Peach Blossom Lake is deep in thousands of feet,

Not as good as Wang Lun.

6. What are the poems about missing, eternal amber?

-Tang Yuanzhen's "Li Si" once the sea was difficult for water, and it was amber forever. Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.

The candle on the table lit the heart, and it also saw the parting; You see, it shed tears for us and flowed to the morning. -Tang Du Mu bid farewell (two songs) for more than thirteen times, and cardamom was crowned in early February.

The spring breeze travels ten miles along Yangzhou Road, and you never know when you will roll up the bead curtain. Affectionate but always ruthless, I feel proud when I can't laugh.

The candle on the table lit the heart, and it also saw the parting; You see, it shed tears for us and flowed to the morning. It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming.

-Tang Li Shangyin Untitled Time was long before I met her, but it was even longer after we parted. The east wind started and a hundred flowers blossomed. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.

In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song. There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .

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. -Tang Li Shangyin Untitled Last night's star, last night's wind, is the west of the studio and the east of the cinnamon room.

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. Guessing and intrigue, wine warms the heart; This group of people came to the bet of drinking friends, and a win-lose red in candlelight.

Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it! -Tang Li Shangyin, Jinse, I wonder why my Jinse has fifty strings, each of which has a youthful interval.

Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring. Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.

A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it! When * * * cuts candles at the west window, it says it will rain late. -Tang, Li Shangyin's "A note to friends in the north on a rainy night", you asked about the untimely return date, and the rain rose in the autumn pool at night.

When * * * cuts candles at the west window, it says it will rain late. When the flowers should be folded, we should fold them quickly, and don't wait for the flowers to wither before folding one.

-Tang Du Qiuniang Jin Bao advised you not to cherish the Jin Bao, and advised you to cherish youth. When the flowers should be folded, we should fold them quickly, and don't wait for the flowers to wither before folding one.

We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one, grow on the earth, two branches of a tree ... the earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.

-Tang Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow.

7. Poems expressing yearning: Partridge Day; Yan's colorful sleeves were holding the jade clock diligently, but she was drunk when she struggled.

We danced and sang heartily, exhausted, and shook the peach fan feebly, from the late-night dance of Liushao Moon until the roof outside the house fell in the middle of the night. Since that parting, I have always missed that beautiful meeting and hugged you in my dream many times.

Tonight, I look at you with a silver lamp, but I'm afraid this meeting is in my dream. The short song line is graceful and graceful, and it grows in my heart.

But for your sake, I've thought it over. A prune, Li Qingzhao, red lotus root, residual jade in autumn.

Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.

Flowers from Shui Piao to water, one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.

Autumn night, I'm going to send Qiu Guan. I'm walking in the cool autumn night, thinking of you and singing my poem, Wei. I heard the pine cone fall on the mountain, and you seemed to wake up.

A short message to a friend in the north on a rainy night, Li Shangyin asked about the untimely return date, and the rain rose to Qiuchi in the evening. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night? 1 is missing from the poem. You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! .

When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? (Wang Wei: Miscellaneous Poems) 2. Teenagers leave home, old people return, and the local accent does not change. Where do children come from when they meet strangers? (He: Homecoming Letter) 3. Yin Shu beyond the ridge, winter goes and spring comes.

The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home. (Song Wenzhi's Crossing the Han River) 4. 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. ... the night now gives way to the ocean of the sun, and Jiang Chunren was in the old year.

I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. (Wang Wan: a berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain) 5. It's only seven days in spring and two years away from home.

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: Everyday Homecoming). The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? .

I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. (Li Bai: Silent Night Thinking) 7. The sound of the darkness of the flute flying into the spring wind filled Los Angeles.

In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick. (Li Bai: "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night") 8. In the guest house and Bingzhou, it is already ten first frost, 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: "Traveling North") 9. Wanderers listen to drums and autumn geese sing.

The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.

Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop. (Du Fu: "Remembering Brothers on a Moonlight Night") Bai Juyi's three homesick poems look at the window willow of Jing 'an Hall in the post station and the flowers in front of the post station.

Two beautiful springs, on the same day; At this time, family members miss their relatives outside, and people outside miss their families. I miss my hometown from winter to day and night in Handan post office every winter to Sunday, and I always have a kneepad lamp with me.

If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers. Nanpu bid farewell to Nanpu, and the west wind curled up in autumn.

Turn back immediately, my heart is broken, so I can leave and don't look back. "Stagnant Rain" Li Shangyin stayed in the rain for a long night, and the lamp was lonely.

My hometown is full of clouds and water, which is not suitable for Qiu Meng. "Send Wu Nineteen to Yuanling" Changling Yuanjiang flowing water to Chenyang, Xikou each gentleman post road is long.

Who is away from the thunderstorm in Wang Zhi? Return home in spring next year. "Missing Jiangnan" Tang Fanggan grass leaves withered yesterday and green today, which makes people homesick.

I dreamed of going home at night, and it was already dawn before I got to Tonglu. "Fisherman's Passion" Song Fan Zhongyan blocked a different scene, and Hengyang geese went unnoticed, ringing all around.

Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes. A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet.

The pipe strength is covered with frost. People don't sleep, and the general has white hair and tears.

On a moonlit night, I am a teenager. Du Fu's prodigal son listens to the drums, and the geese sing in autumn. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!

Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Delivering books is often late. What can we expect in the war? .

Wang Wei's zashijun is from his hometown. Tell me what happened there! . Come to the window and open its first cold flower? ? Zhang Ji's Qiu Si saw the autumn wind in Luoyang, and he wanted the 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. Looking at the moon for fifteen nights, Wang Jian's atrium, crows inhabiting Bai Shu, and silent wet osmanthus in Coody Leng.

I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight. Qiu Si, a native of Luoyang, saw the autumn wind. He wanted to find 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. -Autumn wind attracts you.-Where did Liu Yuxi get the autumn wind? Xiao Xiao sent the goose.

When the morning light enters the courtyard, lonely guests smell it first. —— Sauvignon Blanc takes a trip to Nalanxingde Mountain, walks in the water, walks towards Guan Yu, and lights are everywhere 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. Patio sand Qiu Si withered vines old trees faint, small bridges flowing people, ancient roads west wind thin horses.

When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. Xue Daoheng has only been in spring for seven days, and I have been away from home for two years.

After people return to the wild goose, they will work at night before thinking about flowers (1) [Tang]. The cold light of Gaoshi Hotel stays awake alone, and the guest's heart becomes sad. My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty.

(2) Going home [Tang] Du Mu's younger son asked, why did you stay late? * * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns? (3) Homesickness [Song] Li Gou said that the sunset is the end of the world, and I can't see my distant home. Castle Peak is being influenced by Castle Peak, which covers my sight. Twilight, Castle Peak.

(4) Beijing Normal University has a letter from home [Ming] Yuan Kaijiang is 3,000 miles long and has fifteen lines of letters from home. There is nothing else between me, just telling me to go back to my hometown as soon as possible.

5] Hao Chu and the great master watched the mountains and sent relatives and friends to Beijing [Tang] Dai Shulun's seaside mountains were like swords and clouds. How can we turn this body into tens of millions, scattered to the heads of state's homes to see!

[6] Where is Wei's hometown? It's leisurely to think about it. Autumn night in Huainan, the high house smells wild geese coming.

(7) Miscellaneous Poems (Wang Wei) You from my old country, tell me what happened there! . When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? (8) Inscription on the wall of an inn in the north of Dayu Mountain (Song Dynasty) The cloud flies south and turns back here this month.

Birds don't enter, but I don't travel far to Lingnan. I don't know when, when can I return home? The tide receded, the river rippled quietly, the forest was dark and malaria was scattered.

Tomorrow I will climb to the top of the mountain and look north at my hometown, or I can see the red berries on the top of the mountain. Seeing off a friend (Li Bai) at Jingmen Ferry; sailing from Jingmen Ferry, you will be with people in the south soon.

At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness. The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces.

The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles. ⑽ Wanderers listen to drums, younger brother (Du Fu) moonlit night, autumn geese.

The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.

Delivering books is often late. What can we expect in the war? . ⑾ Farewell (Sui folk songs) The willows are green and the flowers are flying all over the sky.

The wicker folding ruler flies away. Will pedestrians come back? ⑿ Looking at the Moon at Fifteen Nights (Wang Jian): Bai Shu Crow Habitat Atrium, Coody Leng Silent Wet Osmanthus fragrans. I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight.

[13] Every messenger comes to the hometown of Jingshi, and it's a long way to Xiu Yuan, and his sleeves are full of tears. I'll meet you immediately, without paper and pen. Please tell my family that I'm safe.

[14] Show your son (Lu You) that he is dead and everything is empty, but he is sad to see Kyushu. Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news!

⒂ Fisherman's pride (Fan Zhongyan) blocked the scenery of Qiu Lai, and Hengyang geese were neglected and besieged on all sides. Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes.

Turbid wine one.

8. An ancient poem about missing Shandong brothers during a mountain holiday.

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.

Shang shan Zao hang

I began to recruit priests in the morning and felt sorry for my 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.

Tang meets in the capital.

The road to the east of the old garden is long.

Tears in the dragon bell with double sleeves.

I'll see you soon. Without paper and pen,

Use your information to report peace.

People miss home every day.

Xue Daoheng

People only have seven days in spring.

I have been away from home for two years.

When people return to the geese,

Think before and after.

Travel to the north

Liuzao

It has been frosted ten times in Bingzhou Guest House.

Remember Xianyang day and night.

Change dry mulberry water for no reason,

But I hope Bing is my hometown.

On a spring night, I smell the flute in Los Angeles.

Lipper

Whose Yu Di flies in the dark,

Spring breeze scattered in Los Angeles.

In this serenade, I heard the sound of willows.

Who can't afford to be homesick?

Think of my brothers on a moonlit night.

Du Fu

The first call of wild geese on the border in autumn makes you lose everything.

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

Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.

Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.

Coconut silk is good in Handan from winter to the sun.

9. What are the poems that express "missing"?

1. Don't hesitate to sing Yangchun if you have a bosom friend. -Yan Shu's "Mountain Pavilion Liuge Giver"

2. I can't stop thinking of red beans with blood and tears, and I can't finish the blooming of spring flowers.

If two kinds of feelings last for a long time, it will be sooner or later. -Qin Guan's "Queqiao Fairy"

4. What is the occasion? See this lover. -Anonymous "The Book of Songs, tang style, Save for a rainy day"

Thinking of you is like a candle, frying your heart and containing your tears. -Chen's Return of the King

6. The feeling that the swan goose is in the clouds and the fish is in the water is hard to come out. -Yan Shu's Two Songs of Qingping Music.

7. Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud will protect the flowers. -Gong Zizhen

8. Being married, there is no doubt about love. -Su Wu's "Getting Married"

9. The earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever. -Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow

10. I don't know if my soul is broken, but I have a dream. My love, except the moon in the sky, who knows? -Wei Zhuang's "The Head of Two Women's Champions"

1 1. One is Xianpa, Yuen Long, and the other is flawless jade. If there is no strange fate, I will meet him again in this life; If you say there is a strange fate, how can you be worried? -Cao Xueqin's Bridled Eyebrows

12. Remember that your heart is like the West River, which flows eastward day and night. -Yu's Sorrow and Hope in Jiangling

13. If you want to send colorful stationery and rulers, you can know where it is. -Yan Shu's "Magpie Tread"

14. I know that this love will not have any result, but it can comfort my soul! . -Li Shangyin's Untitled Six Third Songs

65438+- Longxi by Chen Tao

65438+- Sister Chen Pengjie's "Send Two Songs Outside"

17. It is better to hate each other than to have faith in the trend. Acacia began to feel that the sea was not deep. -Bai Juyi's "Langtaosha"