-Li Ang's "Xiuzhu Obstacle" 3. Crossing mulberry dry water for no reason and looking at Bingzhou is my hometown. -Liu Zao's Travel Notes to the North 4. Where is the autumn wind? Xiao Xiao sent the goose.
When the morning light enters the courtyard, lonely guests smell it first. -Liu Yuxi's Introduction to Autumn Wind 5. You come from my old country.
Tell me what happened there! . -Wang Wei's Miscellaneous Poems 6. In the old society, Wang Xie swallow into the homes of ordinary people.
-Liu Yuxi's "Wuyi Lane" 7. When * * * cuts the candle at the west window, it talks about the rain at night. -Li Shangyin's Note to a friend in the north on a rainy night' 8. From a distance, the stone path of Hanshan Mountain is oblique, and there are people in the depths of white clouds.
-Mutu's Travel Notes on the Mountain Residence 9. Prepare chicken and rice for me, old friend, you entertain me on your farm. -Meng Haoran's Passing Old People's Village 10, Tian Jia has no four neighbors and sits alone in a garden.
-Lu's Two Spring Festival Evening Villas 1 1. My home in Wu Hui is far from the mountains, and my hometown is closed by white clouds. —— Chen Ziliang's "The Return of Spring in Saibei" 12, two spring scenes are done on the same day, which makes people homesick.
-Bai Juyi's "Looking at the Post Station" 13, the rest of the flutes are secretly flying and scattered into the spring breeze full of Chinese fir trees. -Li Bai's "Smelling Flute in Luoyang City on Spring Night" 14. Laoyuan East Road is long, with double sleeves and tears.
I'll meet you immediately, without paper and pen. Please tell my family that I'm safe. -Cen Can's "On Picking up the Envoys from the Capital" 15. The Tian family has been ploughed, and the smoke rises in the morning in the well house.
-Wei's "The Rise of Gardens, Sending Letters to Zhao Mingfu and Lu Zhushu" 16, once resigned from this place and became a family all over the world. -Li Shimin's Two Poems Passing by My Old Residence 17, Wan Li is alone, leaving people, and a few lines of tears are clear.
-Ma Zhiyuan's Shouyang Song. Walking in Xiaoxiang at night (18), teenagers leave home, old people return, and the local accent does not change.
-He Zhangzhi's Homecoming Book 19, old vines, faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, thin horses on ancient roads. -"Tianjingsha Qiu Si" 20. Don't laugh at the farmer's wine and wine, so as to keep customers in good years.
-Lu You's Passing Old People's Village 2 1, a glass of turbid wine went home to Wan Li, but Ran Yan didn't come back. -Fan Zhongyan's "Fisherman's Pride" 22. There is much wind and snow, and the dream of breaking the hometown has not come true. There is no such sound in the garden.
-Nalan Xingde's "Sauvignon Blanc" 23, Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, midnight bell to the passenger ship. -Zhang Ji's a night-mooring near maple bridge 24. The spring breeze in Jiang Nanan is green. When will the bright moon shine on me?
-Wang Anshi's "Dengguazhou" 25. Tonight, the moon is bright. I wonder who will fall in Qiu Si? -Wang Jian's "Looking at the Moon at Fifteen Nights".
2. The poem about home is 1. The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? (Meng Jiao: "Wanderer")
2. Boil beans and burn beans, and the beans will cry in the pot.
We are born from the same root, so why should we speculate with each other? (Cao Zhi: "Seven Steps Poetry")
3. My parents heard that the woman came and went out to help each other;
As soon as Sister A heard that Sister Mei was coming, she had to cut her red makeup.
When I heard my sister coming, I sharpened my knife at pigs and sheep. ("Mulan Ci")
Although a country is divided, the 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: Hope in Spring)
5. A vagrant heard the drums that predicted the battle, and a wild goose rang 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.
Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop. (Du Fu: "Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night")
6. Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang, I want 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 Ji: "Qiu Si")
7. A stranger in a foreign land misses his relatives during holidays.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. (Wang Wei: on the mountain holiday thinking of my brothers in shandong)
8. Every winter solstice in Handan, I always have a knee lamp.
If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers. (Bai Juyi: "The Solstice of Winter in Handan" misses home at night)
9. The child took the clothes and asked: Why don't you come back?
* * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns? (Du Mu: "Going Home")
3. Qiu Si Zhang Ji, a famous poem about home.
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.
Bai Juyi is homesick from winter to day in Handan.
Every winter to Sunday in Handan Post,
Knee-hugging lamp with shadow.
I want to sit at home late at night,
It should also be said that people who travel far away.
spring scenery
Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested.
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.
Fisherman Ao Fan Zhongyan
The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang Goose is unknown. The voices from all directions, rising from the corner, are thousands of miles away. Long smoke and sunset, isolated city closed.
A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet. Qiang tube covered with frost, people do not sleep. The general was white-haired and in tears.
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.
Go back to your hometown and write a congratulatory chapter.
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Young people leave home, old people come back,
The local accent has not changed.
The children don't know each other,
Smile and ask the guest where he is from.
Secondly,
It has been many years since I left my hometown.
Recently, the staff has been consumed by half.
Only the lake in front of the door,
The spring breeze has not changed the old waves.
Cen Can, meeting a messenger to the capital.
The distance from the east home is very long, and the tears are wet and the sleeves are still flowing.
I'll meet you immediately, without paper and pen. Please tell my family that I'm safe.
4. The ancient poems about short poems should be that Yutai is short. Quan Deyu and I loosened my belt last night, and now [Insect Music] is not the same.
This is my pigment, this is my powder, welcome to put on my shackles again. On the third day, the bride Wang Jian cooked instead of me and washed her hands to make bride soup.
I don't know the taste of mother-in-law. Let's make the taste of good sister-in-law first. Palace Yuan Zhen is in the faded old palace. Peony is red, but no one comes to see them.
Several white-haired footmen were sitting around talking about the emperor of the Tang Dynasty. A suggestion to my friend Bai Liu Juyi: There is a ray of green in the old bottle and a trace of red in the static furnace.
With dusk and snow coming, how about a glass of wine? Zhang Hu, He Manzi is 1000 miles away from her home. A maid-in-waiting has lived here for twenty years. However, ask her for this song and use the first few words of this song to see how she tries to hold back her tears.
Li Shangyin, the tomb of Leyou, had the shadow of twilight in his heart, and I drove forward in the tomb of Leyou. Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.
Jia Dao, when I asked your student under a pine tree, he left a note: "My teacher went to collect medicine". However, through these clouds, how can I know which corner of the mountain it is facing? .
Li Boling's foreign audio book "Crossing the Han River, Winter Will Come, Spring Will Come". The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home.
Jin Changxu, get rid of the orioles and get rid of all their music from the trees. They woke her up when she dreamed that she went to meet him in Liaoxi camp.
Goshugosi, I am the constellation with seven high stars. It is Shu Ge who raises his sword at night. Today, the Tubo people who breed horses only dare to look into the distance; They dare not go south and cross Lintao County.
Nanxiangzi falls in the morning and the moon falls in accordance with the peach. The head of the stream is white and messy, and I regret it. Tears are wet and water is cold.
The sword shadow of Sauvignon Blanc is cold, the chain shadow is cold, and the bow is tight and dangerous. There is no one left.
There are countless plum blossoms and chrysanthemums, and the golden halberd is not returned when it is inserted into the country. Tears and red makeup.
Recalling Yuhang's tears is like an ice curtain of white brocade. Chihiro longs for the New Year, and tears will turn salty when it rains.
Sword waving like the wind, butterfly wearing double chaos, but can be listed and the wind is diffuse. Look out of the window, birds are flying, and their eyes are empty.
Peace and happiness-Yan Shuhong wrote in fine print that business is average. The feeling that the swan goose is in the clouds and the fish is in the water is hard to come out.
The setting sun leans on the west wing alone, and the distant mountain is facing the curtain hook. I don't know where people are, but the green wave still flows eastward. Appreciation of Yue Fei's "Red River Rushing to the Crown with Anger", rushing to the crown with anger, leaning against the fence and raining.
Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon.
Don't be idle, grow old together and be unhappy. Jingkang shame, still not snow; When will courtiers hate it? Driving a long car, breaking through the lack of Helan Mountain.
Eat pork when you are hungry, and drink Hun blood when you are thirsty. Stay from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and go to the sky.
Qin Guan, the fairy son of Queqiao, is clever, and the flying stars spread grievances, and both silver and Chinese are dark. When the golden wind meets the dew, it will win, but there are countless people in the world.
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. If two kinds of feelings last for a long time, they are still there, day and night.
Liu Yong's "Yulinling" Yulinling (1) is chilly, and Changting is late, and the shower begins to rest. (2) drinking without intention, (3) nostalgia, (4) Lanzhou ruined.
Holding hands and staring at each other with tears, I was speechless and choked up. ⑥ I want to smoke thousands of miles, and ⑥ I want to sink into the sky.
8 Emotional parting has existed since ancient times, and it is even worse than the Cold and Autumn Festival. Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan, the evening breeze and the waning moon.
After the new year, pet-name ruby should be a good time to exist in name only. Customs are strange, who to talk to.
Attending to give a gift to Chen Tongfu so far: Song Author: Xin Qiji genre: words drunk to see the sword, dreams back to blow the horn. Eight hundred miles of moxibustion, fifty strings of external sound.
Autumn soldiers on the battlefield. Horses run like Ma Delu, bows and arrows fly like thunder.
Despite the king's world affairs, he won a name before he died. Poor hair has become a white-haired man! When is the autumn moon in Chris Lee, Yu Meiren, and how many people know its past?
The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the moon. The jade carving should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed it.
How much sadness can you have? It's just a river flowing eastward. A piece of plum, song, Li Qingzhao, red lotus root, residual jade, 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 bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind. Appreciation of Xin Qiji's Jade Case Yuan There are thousands of flowers and trees in the east wind night, and the stars are like rain.
The BMW carved cars are full of incense, the phoenix flute rings, the jade pot flashes, and the dragons and dragons dance together all night. Moths, snow, willows, gold thread, laughter and incense are all gone.
Looking for him in the crowd, suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit. Jiang Chengzi (1) remembers the dream of the 20th day of the first month (2) Su Shi was born and died for ten years in Song Dynasty.
Never think, never forget. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.
Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty. When night came, my dream suddenly came home.
Xiao Xuan window, get dressed. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears
It is expected that every year there will be heartbroken, moonlit and short matsuoka.
5. What are the sentences about "the beauty of home"? 1. Because I have a family, I am happy. It is the richest kingdom and the warmest place in the world.
2. The afterglow of the Millennium is swaying in those flower seasons and falling in those rainy seasons. We might as well keep deep or shallow memories in our diaries and hand over more or less past events to the years. Happy home, I have it. I wonder if you are the same?
3. Home is like a root, and it is always the home of leaves; Home is like a piece of red cloth, which is always tied to the heart of a wanderer. Home is like a coat, which won't make the temperature rise, but it will give people warmth that even a stove can't replace.
4, a happy home, full of love and affection. When I have a fever, my parents are very anxious, at a loss, and worried ... The spices in my heart can't be prepared at all, and there are many kinds and strange things. When I was praised, my parents also changed with my mood, happy, excited and excited.
My possessions are very few at first, so it is always impossible for children to have more material things. But in my mind at that time, those fake jewels, beautiful wooden pencils and random erasers were extremely rich and arrogant.
6. Home is a warm word for all of us. Home is not just a house, it is a haven for vagrants and a post for the soul. In short, it is also a way of life that truly belongs to me, my relatives and my family.
7. Father's love is a mountain that makes me strong all my life; Father's love is water, which has taught me a flexible character; Father's love is the sea, which nurtures my broad mind. Father's love is soil, and it grows into my towering tree.
8. Home is a warm harbor for wandering souls; Home is a big tree like an umbrella, which blocks the cool sunshine in summer; Home is a cool rain that blows away the tired dust; Home is always a stub for caring and cherishing happiness.
9. Wandering abroad always misses my hometown. It is difficult to leave your hometown, and the fallen leaves return to the roots. When I want to go home, my mood will be restless for a long time.
10, every time I go home, it is a pleasure, and every time I go home, it is a surprise.
1 1. Home is always a desirable place. There are our relatives, the warmth and love we long for.
12, going home becomes a necessity. Going home is not for filial piety, nor for the vanity of not forgetting one's roots, but to find a harbor where one can rest for one's tired body drifting far away and let one's tired mind rest in a clean place. Going home has become a good medicine for the soul.
13, the way home is short and long, the short is the distance, and the long is the mood.
14, life is a journey, no matter where you wander, you will eventually return to a warm place-home. What is home? Home is a harbor, home is a haven, home is a road sign to guide us forward, and home is also a beacon to illuminate us from darkness to dawn. ...
15, home is a haven after being wronged. If things go wrong at work, things go wrong, and you are wronged outside, you will return home like a boat back to a safe haven. No matter how stormy the outside world is, the waves in the harbor are always faint. You set your mind at ease and adjust your mood. The next day, keep forging ahead and keep working hard.
6. To appreciate the sentences in Home, ten short sentences are enough. The human body can be imprisoned, but the human heart can't.
A new feeling gradually seized him, and he didn't know whether he was happy or sad. But he clearly knows
He left home. In front of him is the green water that is constantly connected. The water just keeps flowing forward and will take him to an unknown big city. Everything new grows there. There is a new movement, a large group of people, and a few enthusiastic young friends who have not met by letter.
This water, this blessed water, will take him from his home where he has lived for eighteen years to an unknown city and an unknown crowd.
Let's go He thought like this, and the vision in front of him fascinated his eyes, leaving him no time to mourn the life he left behind in the past 18 years. He lowered his eyes and looked back for the last time. He whispered "goodbye", still looking back at the green water flowing forward forever, without stopping for a moment.