A poem expressing nostalgia

Ten nostalgic ancient poems, life is mixed with sorrow and joy, and the heart is planted with chrysanthemum hedges.

Time flies and the past is unforgettable; Life is hard, recalling the vicissitudes of life; Love is beautiful, and missing is long-lasting. The past is like an old pocket watch. I don't know how to cherish what I have, but I miss it when I lose it. Life depends on sorrow and joy, and friendship is unforgettable through wind and rain. Homesickness is planting chrysanthemums in your heart to trim the fence and experience the confusion of life. Homesickness is the poetry of flying flowers and drizzle.

Homesickness is also an important theme of ancient poetry, which sometimes expresses a kind of acacia. When Qin Guan missed his loved ones, he chanted "There are peaches and apricots after a slight rain, and red tears splash waves"; Sometimes it shows a homesickness complex. When Lu is homesick, his feeling is "dreaming of the mountains and rivers of his old country, separated by heavy smoke and water"; Sometimes it also expresses a kind of loneliness. Yang Wanli recalled in his dream, "Today's hometown is full of begonia, and he dreams of entering Jiangxi Jinxiu Pile."

Everyone has endless feelings and unforgettable memories, but happiness is on the way forward and happiness is hidden in every ordinary day. Only by walking through that thorny road can we gain happiness and smile.

Su Muzhe Nostalgia Song Dynasty: Fan Zhongyan

Blue sky and yellow leaves. The autumn wind is full of waves, and the waves are cold and smoky. The mountain reflects the sun and the sky meets the water. The grass is ruthless, and the sunset is even more outside.

Dark homesickness, thoughts of chasing travel. Every night unless, sweet dreams make people unable to sleep. The bright moon building is high and lonely. Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears.

Appreciation: This poem expresses homesickness, and the last one is about autumn scenery, which is very beautiful and far away. Through the film, you can directly point out the "hometown soul" and "travel thinking".

He Ziyou Mianchi Nostalgia Song: Su Shi

What is life like everywhere? It should be like flying in snow.

I accidentally left my fingers and claws in the mud, and Hong Fei was driving that complicated thing.

The old monk is dead and has become a new tower. There is no reason to look at the old topic with a broken wall.

Remember whether the past was rugged or not, and the long road was full of people.

Appreciation: The poet made a profound metaphor for life experience, just like a swan flying in the sky stepping on the snow-covered ground, the snow left traces of its claws, and Hong continued to fly. How can he consider the east, west, north and south? Later, idiom people used "snow mud claws" to describe the traces left over from the past.

A Pruning Nostalgia Song Dynasty: Wang Yuanliang

Ten years of sadness and tears. Homesick today, homesick tomorrow. A set of Yan Yueming screens. Hu Jia is upstairs, full of Hu Jia.

Jade people advised me to take care of Yun. Twist the pipa quickly, but slowly. I'm far away from each other. If you want to send plum blossoms, don't send them

Appreciation: The whole poem expresses the author's yearning for his motherland. Starting with "ten years" highlights the length of time. The poet superimposed this long background with a pair of tearful eyes, forming an intriguing and touching composite image.

Konakayama Tang Dynasty: Wei Zhuang

Once closed, it will bounce again. The night cold palace leaks forever, and the dream is full of grace. It's fascinating to lie back and think about the past. Luo's clothes are wet, and there are signs of crying on his red suit.

The song blew away the heavy shovel. The pavilion is surrounded by green grass, leaning against Nagato. Who are you going to talk to? Standing still, the palace is dying.

Appreciation: Spring has come and gone, the grass has withered and the flowers are blooming. How many years have passed in a blink of an eye. Everything is revived, life is vigorous, and a woman who falls out of favor can only be lonely. Spring has gone and come, but youth is gone forever.

Jiang Lou feels old Tang: Zhao Wei

Alone at the bottom of the river, I vaguely thought that the moonlight was like water.

Where are the people who came to see the moon together? The scenery is vaguely like last year.

Appreciation: The poet looked at the water from the moon and saw only the shadow and reflection of the moon, vaguely feeling that there was a deep sky floating under his feet, and the artistic conception was particularly beautiful and quiet. The whole world, together with the poet's heart, seems to be dissolved in the confused and quiet moonlight.

Chun, Song and Yin Dynasties: Zhu Bian

Guanhe all the way around the yellow sand, evil wind blocking willow.

There are no butterflies in the flowers, but crows are hidden in the grass.

Poetry is poor, Mo You is like the sea, wine is thin, and it is difficult to dream of hometown.

What happened to Dongfeng? You should only urge me to go to the temple!

Appreciation: It's really "wine doesn't stay overnight" and "dreams are short enough to get home". Finally, the east wind whitened the black pimple on his temple, and his yearning for his motherland was deeply expressed.

Tang people travel to Annan: Du

Extremely windy across the toes, cold and warm at night.

The fruit of Zhongdongshan Mountain is ripe, and wild flowers bloom in the first month.

Rain and fog, light frost and thunder.

Hometown is not limited to Wan Li, and visitors think twice as much.

Appreciation: the language is popular, simple and natural. Poets are good at capturing the characteristics of scenery. They only grasp a few representative things in the typical environment, and paint and describe them slightly. Their images are melodious, interesting and refined.

A cluster of flowers in Song Dynasty: Qin Guan

Seeing the teacher tonight, my cheeks are red with wine. Outside the curtain, there is a half-rolled micro-lamp, which is exposed above and the smoke is cool. I can't afford to hug the hairpin and sing new words with tears in my eyes.

Ritual no one expected that the dragon was uneven. Sadness is dark and lingering. Want to dance beautifully and sing clearly, ask autumn scenery again. Only the painted building, the bright moon at that time, took pictures in two places.

Appreciation: In autumn night, the opera house is brightly lit, and the curtain is half-rolled. Her cheeks were flushed with alcohol and fever. It began to rain in the middle of the night, and the cool wind blew the curtain. The shy teacher, with a little drunk, snuggled up to the poet, brushed away tears and sang a new word.

Li Bai, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, bid farewell to his friends at Jingmen Ferry.

Sail from Jingmen Ferry, and soon you will be with southerners.

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.

Appreciation: At this time, Li Bai was still a young poet, sitting on the boat with great interest and admiring the towering mountains on both sides of Wushan along the way. Along the way, it seems that the scenery in front of us is gradually changing. After the boat passed Jingmen, it was already a plain wilderness, and the field of vision was suddenly broadened, especially a landscape.

Huanxisha Chrysanthemum Festival Song Dynasty: Su Shi

It is difficult to have a good time and a good time between the foggy dangerous building and the green flowers. Feel nostalgic and lonely.

The moon is bright and the branches are empty, and the chrysanthemum looks year after year. I wonder who I will see next year.

Appreciation: This fine print shows philosophical interest in three places. The first is "too beautiful to be happy", which expresses the realm of high harmony between nature and life; The second is the imagination of the years after writing the movie "Moonlight with branches in the sky and chrysanthemums watching every year"; Third, "I don't know who to see next year", writing about the impermanence of life and the hard-won sigh of courtesy.