Homesickness, quiet night, Tang Libai, the foot of the bed is so bright, can it have frost? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. The rainy Tang Bai lived in Kashgar, where the mountains and rivers are deep. In autumn, the sound of the beach is more urgent and the canyon is overcast. Looking at the clouds to cover your eyes, homesick for raindrops. How will you comfort your loneliness? Thanks to this north window piano. Cold food is right in the middle of Tang Li's trip. Cold food, homesick tears towel. The sound book is broken in the sky, and the peach and plum spring rain. Not in the mood to drink, but there is reason to sing. How many people lost outside his suburbs and went out for an outing.
Homesickness, a poem expressing the homesickness of overseas travelers, was a small stamp when I was a child. I am here and my mother is there; When I grow up, homesickness is a narrow ticket. I am here and the bride is there; Later, homesickness became a temporary grave. I'm outside and my mother is inside. Now, homesickness is a shallow strait, and I am starving on this continent, which hinders the development of silicon.
Yu Guangzhong-Four Rhymes of Homesickness gives me a scoop of Yangtze River water, Yangtze River water and Yangtze River wine. The drunken taste of the Yangtze River water is homesickness. Give me a gourd ladle of Yangtze River water, Yangtze River water, Zhang Haitang red and Haitang red blood. Burning pain is homesickness. Give me a Zhang Haitang red, a Haitang red, a white, a white letter, a white letter. Chimonanthus praecox, Chimonanthus praecox and Mother's fragrance are local fragrances. Give me a wintersweet. Besides, you can also find: osmanthus rain in my hometown by Qi Jun, endless homesickness by Qiong Yao, jujube pit by Xiao Gan, homesickness by Xi Murong and rural wine by Lan Shu.
3. What are the short sentences of homesickness poems of modern overseas wanderers? 1. When I was a child, homesickness was a small stamp. I'm here and my mother is there. When I grow up, homesickness is a narrow ticket. I'm here and the bride is there. Later, homesickness became a temporary grave. I'm outside and my mother is inside. Now, homesickness is a shallow strait. I am here and the mainland is there. Yu Guangzhong
2. 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
3. It has been ten frosts in Bingzhou, 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
4. 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
I want to fly back to Tian She in such a beautiful season. Childhood friends, can we meet again? What a childish face, are we still infatuated? What a bright smile, are you still lingering? It's been ten years since the last sentence was played. That innocent smile, I really want to play again, sincerely pray and live there forever. People who understand my heart hope that everything will remain the same.
6. The long grass is swaying, the cuckoo is singing in a low voice, the quiet mountain flowers are in full bloom, and the fragrance of purple songs. Green stream, flowing, with a sad voice. In the vast, green melody, I rushed to my hometown, working outside, I saved money, which made me homesick. In the suburbs, that old pagoda tree is a paradise for my homesickness. The beautiful neon also shines with my pride, but I can't forget the small pond where the lotus first bloomed. The hour hand and the minute hand were cut out, and one sun and one moon followed another. However, the second hand is being modified, and dreams come one after another. Bai Lianhua spreads fish ripples, exaggerating your handsome face. Under the bright moon, you sing softly and sing the poems in our hearts.
7. Winter is coming, snowflakes are flying again, childhood dreams are long gone, and the past seems to be solidified. Once young and high-spirited, now looking back, leaving only a moment of desolation. Looking at the bright moon and thinking about my hometown, I can't bear to think about where the people in Tianya Township are. I can't forget how to go home only in my dreams. Looking at the distant mountains, the red leaves are like fire, and the grass is still fragrant, but where I slept in my heart, tears wet my clothes again.
8. A pot of turbid wine and half a cup of tea make a full moon. The wind is light and the clouds are light, and the star Wan Li is suspected to be under the Mid-Autumn Festival in his hometown. Took a long drink in a round cup, raised his glass but made no answer. Laughing and singing, who stayed, a line of clear tears and turbid new tea.
9. A homesick poet sang this poem in the moonlight. Looking up at the moonlight, he thought of his relatives in his hometown. How bright the moonlight is at home! The moonlight is on the other side. Are your relatives here? Are you missing? High poetry, miss you. Watching silently, I lowered my head and shed a tear. Whether the hometown across the moonlight has changed. Miss your family, do you feel it? Homesickness, can relatives know?
10. Late at night, Crescent Bay was unusually calm. Occasionally, I heard wild ducks mixed with frogs, as if the whole campus was empty. Looking at the horrible face left by the darkness, I have no resentment. I held my head high with excitement. I began to run hard to catch up with the night and silence that belonged to me. Finally, I was tired, slowed down the clock and walked back carefully. It seems that only the gorgeous waning moon is accompanying me. It is as calm as the old man behind the mountain, with traces of vicissitudes. It seems that only he saw through my heart, smiled at me, pulled my shadow up and brought me to my childhood dream. I didn't hesitate, but I still have a childhood heart in the face of the barren northwest. That's my home. From the oasis squeezed out of the yellow sand pile, I gently bend my knees and bury my head in the deepest place, silently praying for your safety! My hometown! My parents!
1 1. Escape from the cold of autumn, how much rain, bleak season, sad rain. Who is whispering in the rain and fog, who is lonely under the sky, who silently thinks of his hometown, who cares about his elderly parents at home, who looks at the direction of his hometown and is secretly sad. The dark sky is covered with raindrops, their hair tips are soaked, and their clothes are soaked. The falling rain has flowed down the hair tip, and there are still shallow traces in anyone's eyes, leaving a cold in his body and heart. Sad eyes are still remembering, remembering whether the warmth left at home can still diffuse in the cold and drive away the chill after the rain. In the cold sky, in the dark night. Only raindrops are singing softly, only people from other places are whispering in the rain, and wanderers from other places are walking alone, adding more melancholy to the lonely shadows on both sides. On a rainy night, without appreciation, without hesitation and without the direction of leaving home, I may be really confused.
12. The thin moon in a foreign land outside the window hangs in the air coldly, reflecting silver light everywhere. Especially bleak, whether it is the silence of the night or the cold light, it makes me homesick. Listening to the insects singing and birds singing in the corner, Ying Ying turned silently with tears in her eyes, thinking about the happiness of family reunion. Looking up to the direction of home, I call my parents in my heart and wish them happiness and well-being.
4. Homesickness Articles of Overseas Wanderers Looking at Homesickness Taiwan-Looking at the scenery of the Three Gorges on the other side of this shore, I took a cruise ship and once visited Du Feng, a famous mountain and ghost town on the banks of the Yangtze River.
On the edge of the cliff next to the Temple of Heaven, I saw the famous "Homecoming Observatory". Legend has it that after death, people "don't eat fireworks in the world for one day, cross the boundary of yin and yang for two days, and visit relatives in Wangxiangtai on three days."
Wangxiangtai is the last place for the deceased and their relatives to say goodbye in the world, and it is also the last chance to see their hometown. The legendary Homeward Watchtower in the underworld is built in a strange way, with a wide top and a narrow bottom. Its surface is like a bow back and its back is like a bowstring. Except for a stone road, the rest are all swords and shadows, which is very steep.
No matter where the ghost's hometown is, standing on it can be seen at a glance, and ghosts can even see the sad faces and future life of their loved ones when they wake up. Even Zhong Kui, a just judge, and Yan Luowang, the master of the nether world, will inevitably be moved by the sad cries of ghosts coming from the platform on the way home.
Now, the Wangxiangtai seen by tourists is a new type of Wangxiangtai with two floors and one bottom, which was rebuilt during the restoration of the famous mountain area in 1985. The balcony is more than 20 meters high and equipped with modern binoculars. You can have a panoramic view of the Yangtze River and its scenery from the stage. Tourists enjoyed the scenery on the stage with great interest and took pictures with smiles.
After all, there is a gap between yin and yang. According to folklore, most tourists from Shi Yang come here to visit historical sites and have fun. How can they really care about the homesickness of ghosts in the underworld? Of course, I am also one of these ordinary tourists who come back to visit relatives and travel by the way. However, when I saw the words "homesickness", my heart suddenly moved, and my eyes filled with tears.
Oh, although I am not a ghost, I am a wanderer who has been wandering in a foreign country for many years. I, as well as overseas travelers like me, have a similar "homesickness platform" towering in my heart. I have always claimed to belong to a family with a weak concept of hometown, and I especially appreciate the rhetoric that "proletarians call home everywhere". When I was a child, I moved many times with my parents, from town to country, from country to city, and changed my home several times. When I was a teenager, I left home for half a mile, but I still hated that I couldn't leave my parents' eggs and went out to see the world at once. When I was a child, I got my wish, packed my bags and bid farewell to my parents to travel far away, from city to country, from country to city, from south to central plains, and then to north.
Step by step, go further and further; Day after day, the sense of hometown is even weaker. I remember when I was a child, I asked my parents what my hometown was. What is hometown? The answer is: when I am with my parents, my hometown is where my parents are; Leave your parents and start a family independently. Where your parents are, your hometown is there.
Yes, if someone asks me where I'm from, I'll tell you where I'm from when I fill out the form (in fact, my ancestors didn't come from there several generations ago)-my father's hometown. But when you ask me where my hometown (specific city) is, I always have a bad choice.
Tell me where I was born. I left with my parents when I was a child, and I have no impression at all. Let's talk about the place where I spent my childhood (I always regard it as my first hometown), but I have no relatives there, and I can't find the lively feeling of others taking their relatives and friends home.
When I was young, the place I stayed changed every few years. When I go there, I don't intend to stay long. There is also a natural and unrestrained mood of "waving your hand without taking away a cloud" when you leave. The only thing I can say is the city where my parents live now-although, in the past 30 years, my stay there, including visiting relatives and taking vacations, will not exceed two years.
Assigned to Beijing after graduating from college. After living in Beijing for a long time and having a small family of my own, I agree with Beijing, a new hometown-although when I open my mouth, old Beijingers will know that I am from the south.
Although I will always miss my parents who are thousands of miles away, I don't care much about my hometown and I don't care much about my hometown. Later, my daughter in kindergarten asked me the same question about my hometown, and I answered her with my parents' words.
So she jumped up and shouted happily, "Then my hometown is Beijing, and my hometown is where my grandparents live!" " "Wandering again, came to a foreign country. In my mind, the definitions of foreign land, hometown and hometown seem to have not changed much, but the connotation has different directions and explanations.
I am a little worried about every place I have lived. It's all my hometown, but I can't avoid some regrets. They are not my irreplaceable hometown! The strangeness of foreign society, the pressure of life, language barriers and cultural differences all make people miss their hometown more. The word hometown has become particularly cordial and charming.
The concept of hometown has also been extended to China, the motherland, where all the landscapes, scenery, things, food, customs and past events have become so warm and unforgettable ... "Homecoming Station" is built in the hearts of overseas travelers brick by brick. When I was studying hard at night, books as thick as bricks built a homesick platform, and I saw my parents' eager eyes in the dim light; When I was working hard, the dishes in the pool piled up a platform of homesickness, and I heard the sighs of my parents' distress in a trance; At the dinner table of the Spring Festival party, the wanderers set up a homesick platform with all kinds of Chinese food they cooked. It seems that the whole family likes to set off firecrackers, and they also have their own firecrackers on the other side of the world. In the greetings to parents once a month, the telephone line is connected to a homesick post. Children stand on tiptoe and look down, saying happy words, while all unhappy things are silently borne on their shoulders.
The archway in Chinatown is a platform for wanderers to feel homesick. The whole family went there to taste the local food in China. The wooden balcony behind the new house is a private hometown observatory. I am homesick. I went there quietly to smell the gold, silver and flowers in my hometown. Go out to climb the mountain when you are homesick, and the mountain is like homesickness; When you deliberately eliminate homesickness, you play by the river, but the water reflects the scenery of your hometown ... homesickness and homesickness are the patents of wanderers. How can people who stay indoors understand them? Homesickness and homesickness of overseas wanderers are bitter and sweet, which is an unbreakable distress, an indispensable spiritual enjoyment and a spiritual wealth left to future generations.
Life is also in the homesickness of parents.
5. Are there any ancient poems that show the homesickness of overseas travelers, so bright and shimmering at the foot of my bed, are they already frosted? ?
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
Drinking the bright moon alone (Li Bai)
Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone.
Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.
The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.
I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring.
The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.
Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness.
I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.
Looking at the moon and thinking of a distant place (Zhang Jiuling)
The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world.
Bring a separated heart, and be considerate for a long time at night!
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.
6. The literary works of homesickness of overseas wanderers, thinking about Tang and Li Bai at night, the foot of the bed is so bright, will it have frost? .
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. The rainy Tang Bai lived in Kashgar, where the mountains and rivers are deep.
In autumn, the sound of the beach is more urgent and the canyon is overcast. Looking at the clouds to cover your eyes, homesick for raindrops.
How will you comfort your loneliness? Thanks to this north window piano. Cold food is right in the middle of Tang Li's trip. Cold food, homesick tears towel.
The sound book is broken in the sky, and the peach and plum spring rain. Not in the mood to drink, but there is reason to sing.
How many people lost outside his suburbs and went out for an outing. On the banks of the river, Tang and Du Xunhe, holding horses, miss their hometown step by step.
Raise the whip and wave the willow color, and then lose the cicada sound. Long road of autumn crops, about the ancient city of Leng Yun.
The family is poor and rich, and there is no land to return to farming. Farewell to an old friend, go south to the place where Zhang Qiao accumulated homesickness in Tang Dynasty, and the world gathered in turmoil.
The shore is long and the group is late, and the lake is wide and sails in autumn. Buy wine over fishermen, divide the lights and fish the boat.
When Xiaoxiang sees a goose, it is advisable to travel alone. Homesickness, as a Tang Buxie and a traveler from the north, has never answered the letter from Yunnan.
If you don't sweep the flowers in front of the court, you will climb the willow outside the door. Selling silver candles after sitting for a long time will lose face.
Hanging in the autumn night, Wan Li shines on the mountains. In winter, Shan Ye is homesick, and the Tang, Zhou and Tian began to be neat, with high clouds and clear colors.
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. Yunmeng ancient city sees the ruins of Tang Rongyu's old country in autumn, and wants to visit the ancient city when you board it.
Once people change, thousands of years of water will flow in vain. Dream Zhu Hongsheng night, Jingmen tree color autumn.
When the clouds don't disperse, I look at my homesickness. In addition to staying up all night, Don Hotel's cold light stayed up all night alone, and the guest turned sad.
Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts, and the Ming Dynasty is worried for another year. My hometown Xinghua Tang intends to send flowers and wine to celebrate the opening of the new store, flowers on the left and teacups on the right.
Ask a cuttlefish and a glass of wine. How can an old friend be different? The river village outside homesickness is sad in a foreign land every spring, and Du Qu oriole knows it. Seeing the setting sun on the river bank, it seems that my heart has been torn into pieces of willow leaves.
Looking from a distance, Yuan Zhen in the Tang Dynasty is full of sad winter scenery and harmony, and there are many mangrove temples in one mountain. Zhong Xuan is full of homesick tears, and Zhang Shuidong flows like jade waves.
And Sanxiang poetry Tang Gaoqu Qian Shan Wanshan north and south, Che Xuan who does not miss home. Being alone will make you sad, for fear of hurting peaches and plums.
Homesick Tang Emei Mountain is like oil, pity me not to sail. When the sails leave Gimpo, the songs will flow in unison.
You from my hometown in Wang Wei's miscellaneous poems. Tell me what happened there! .
When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? "He zhang's" hometown accidental book "). Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed. Where do children come from when they meet strangers? Other good sentences 1 Looking up, I found that it was moonlight, and it sank back, and I suddenly remembered a stranger at home. Every festive season, the wind and fire last for three months, a letter from home is worth a ton of gold, 4 withered vines, old trees, faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, ancient roads and thin horses, 5 But I look home, the twilight is getting dark, the river waves are covered with a sad mist, 6 and the water brings you a touch of home, and the painting boat is three hundred miles away, 7 wine turns into homesick tears, 8 * * I weep for my heart, and in five places, I am sick with one heart. The frost grew all over the pipe. 10. Why should I cut the candle at the west window? Speaking of late rain, it's good to comment on the song "Clouds in Hometown". Singer: ChristianRandPhillips album: hometown cloud [ti: hometown cloud] [ar: ChristianRandPhillips]. The cloud in my hometown floats across the cloud in my hometown, and it keeps calling me. When the breeze is blowing gently around me, a voice is calling me. Come back. Come back. Come back. Come back. Don't walk around with heavy steps. It's a long way back to my hometown. When the breeze around us blows gently, the fragrance of the soil in my hometown blows back. Come back. Come back. I'm tired of wandering. I am full of tired eyes. It's sour tears The wind and cloud in my hometown erased my scars. Once I came back with great pride, but it was empty. The storm in my hometown healed my wound. My father's grassland. My mother's river lyrics: Mugan put lice in his intestines. Composer: Wulan Toga Singing: Wulan Qiqige's father once described that the fragrance of grassland made him go to the ends of the earth, and my mother always loved to describe the mighty rivers flowing on the Mongolian plateau. Now I finally see this vast land standing on the fragrant grassland of my distant hometown. My tears are like rain. The river is singing the ancestors' blessing, blessing the wandering children to find their way home, their father's grassland and their mother's river. Although I can't express my sadness and my joy in my mother tongue, I am also a child in the plateau. There is a song in my heart and my father's grassland mother river.