Poems about loving hometown

1. An ancient poem about loving one's hometown

A poem about homesickness: Thoughts on a Quiet Night (Tang Dynasty) Li Bai, so bright a gleam on the foot of my bed, could there have been a frost already?.

lifting myself to look, I found that it was moonlight, sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home. "note on a rainy night to a friend in the north" (Tang Dynasty) Li Shangyin asked that the return date was not fixed, and evening rain rose to the autumn pool.

when * * * cuts the candle at the west window, but talks about evening rain. "Looking at the Post Station" (Tang) Bai Juyi was a window willow in Jing' an's house, and flowers were thrown on the ground in front of the post station.

the spring scenery in the two places ends on the same day, so people are homesick for the guests. "Nanpu Bie" (Tang) Bai Juyi Nanpu is sad, and the west wind is curling in autumn.

once you see a broken intestine, you can't go back. "I miss my family at night on the winter solstice in Handan" (Tang) Bai Juyi thinks about the winter solstice in Handan, accompanied by the shadow of the knee lamp.

if you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about people who travel far away. "Boarding Guazhou" (Northern Song Dynasty) Wang Anshi's Jingkou Guazhou is a water room, and Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains.

The spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan. When will the bright moon shine on me? Bidding a friend farewell at jingmen ferry (Tang) Li Bai sailing far off from Jingmen Ferry, soon you will be with people in the south. Where the mountains end and the plains begin, and the river winds through wilderness.

the moon is lifted like a mirror, sea-clouds gleam like palaces. And the water has brought you a touch of home, to draw your boat three hundred miles.

New Year's Work (Tang) new Year only deepens my longing, Liu Changqing, adds to the lonely tears of an exile. To the old age is exiled to the people, the spring is hurried on ahead of me.

monkeys come down from the mountains to haunt me, the wind and smoke in Jiangliu. I have suffered like the imperial guardian, so when will the day be taken?

"Qiu Si" (Tang Dynasty) Zhang Ji saw the autumn wind in Luoyang City, and he wanted to write a book full of meaning. The letter was written, and worried that he had not finished writing what he wanted to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him.

"Sauvignon Blanc" (Qing) Nalanxing De Mountain takes a ride, and the water takes a ride, and the body goes to the Yuguan side, and it is a thousand lights at night. As soon as the wind changes, the snow changes, and the dream of breaking the hometown fails, so there is no such sound in the garden.

In addition to the Night Work (Tang), the cold lights in the Gaoshi Hotel stayed up alone, so why did the guest's heart turn sad? My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and it's another year in the Ming Dynasty. Miscellaneous Poems (Tang Dynasty) Wang Wei, you who have come from my old country, tell me what has happened there!.

lean against the window tomorrow, opening its first cold blossom?? "on the mountain holiday thinking of my brothers in shandong" (Tang Dynasty) Wang Wei is a stranger in a foreign land alone, and he misses his relatives twice every festive season. Think of the brothers body boarded up high, will also because of less than I have a regret.

"Rainy Rain" Tang Bai Juyi is misty and foggy in Kesashige, and the mountains and rivers are deep here. The sound of the beach is more urgent in autumn, and the gorge is cloudy and cloudy.

I look at the clouds and cover my eyes, homesick for raindrops. How will you comfort your solitude? Lai this north window piano.

"Cold food in the guest" Tang Li's journey through the cold food, homesick tears wipes. The sound book is broken in the sky, and the peach and plum rain in the spring.

I have no mood when I want to drink, but I like to sing for a reason. How many people go out for an outing when they lose outside his suburbs.

"Qiu Si on the Riverside" Tang Du Xunhe drove his horse along the river, and his homesickness grew step by step. Raise the whip and wave the willow color, and then lose the cicada sound.

autumn crops have a long road, and cold clouds are about the ancient city. When the family is poor and rich, there is no land to return to farming.

"seeing friends off on the river to the south" where does Tang Zhangqiao accumulate homesickness, and the world gathers turbulence. The shore is long and the group is late, and the lake is wide and sails in autumn.

buy wine and go to the fishing house, divide the lights and go fishing. When Xiaoxiang sees geese, he should travel alone.

"Tianjingsha Qiu Si" [Yuan] Ma Zhiyuan withered vine old tree faint crow, small bridge flowing water family, ancient road west wind thin horse. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

"seeing friends off on the river to the south" where does Tang Zhangqiao accumulate homesickness, and the world gathers turbulence. The shore is long and the group is late, and the lake is wide and sails in autumn.

buy wine and go to the fishing house, divide the lights and go fishing. When Xiaoxiang sees geese, he should travel alone.

"Homesickness" Tang Bu-xie's trip to the north was absolutely lost, but the letter from Yunnan has not been returned. If you don't sweep the flowers in front of the court, you will climb the willows outside the door.

if you sit for a long time and sell silver candles, you will lose your face. Hanging on the autumn night, Wan Li shines on the mountain.

"Homesickness Outside the River" Tang Wei Zhuang is sad in a foreign land every spring, and Du Qu Oriole can know it. See the river bank gradually falling sun, as if the heart was torn into pieces of willow leaves.

a mooring under north fort hill was written by under blue mountains we wound our way, Wang Wan and my boat and I, along green water. Until the banks at low tide widened, with no wind stirring my lone sail.

...Night now yields to a sea of sun, and the old year melts in freshets. At last I can send my messengers, wildgeese, homing to Loyang. 2. An ancient poem about praising hometown and loving hometown

1 "The Wind" Li Qiao (Tang)

The autumn leaves can bloom in February.

Cross the river and wave in thousands of feet, and enter the bamboo.

2 at heron lodge Wang Zhihuan (Tang)

mountains cover the white sun, and oceans drain the golden river.

but you widen your view three hundred miles, by going up one flight of stairs.

3 "Spring Dawn" Meng Haoran (Tang)

I awake light-hearted this morning of spring, everywhere round me the singing of birds.

but now I remember the night, the storm, and I wonder how many blossoms were broken.

4 there seems to be no one on the empty mountain, and yet I think I hear a voice,

Yeǐ ng into the deep forest, shines back to me from the green moss.

5 thoughts on a quiet night Li Bai (Tang)

so bright a gleam on the foot of my bed and could there have been a frost already?.

lifting myself to look, I found that it was moonlight, sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home.

6 quatrains (1)

Du Fu is beautiful in the mountains and rivers, and flowers and plants are fragrant in the spring breeze.

the mud melts the swallows, while the sand warms the mandarin ducks.

7 Jiang Xue Liu Zongyuan (Tang)

a hundred mountains and no bird, a thousand paths without a footprint.

a little boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold river-snow.

8 Xiao Wa propped up the boat and stole the white lotus back.

I can't hide the trace, and duckweeds bloom together.

9 < 1 > Li Shen (Tang Dynasty)

If you plant a millet in spring, you will reap ten thousand seeds in autumn.

If there are no idle fields in the four seas, farmers will starve to death!

1 < b > show mercy to farmers Li Shen (Tang)

When weeding at noon, sweat drips down the soil.

but every grain of Chinese food is hard.

11 a note left for an absent ecluse Jia Dao (Tang)

when I questioned your pupil, under a pine-tree, "My teacher," he answered, "went for herbs".

but toward which corner of the mountain, how can I tell, through all these clouds?.

12 Leyouyuan Scenic Resort Li shangyin (Tang)

with twilight shadows in my heart, I have driven up among the Leyou Tombs.

the sunset is infinitely beautiful, buried by the coming night.

13 people come and go on the river, but they love the beauty of perch.

look at a leaf boat, you are in a storm.

14 "Summer quatrains" Li Qingzhao (Song)

Born as an outstanding person, he died as a ghost hero.

so far, I miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong.

15 "What I See" Yuan Mei (Qing)

The shepherd boy rides a yellow ox and sings Lin Yue.

I tried to catch cicadas, but suddenly I kept silent.

16 all waters are pale green, reaching to the bottom. You can swim with fine stones and look straight at them. (Wu Jun's Letter to Zhu Yuansi)

17 Wang Wei: Zhuli Pavilion

leaning alone in the close bamboos, I am playing my lute and humming a song.

too softly for anyone to hear, except my comrade, the bright moon.

18 Wang Wei: Farewell

friend, I have watched you down the mountain and till now in the dark I close my thatch door.

grasses return again green in the spring, but O my Prince of Friends, do you??

19 Wang Wei: Acacia

when those red berries come in springtime, flushing on your southland branches?

take home an armful, for my sake, as a symbol of our love.

2 Li Bai: resentment

how beautiful she looks, opening the pearly casement, and how quiet she leans, and how troubled her brow is!.

you may see the tears now, bright on her cheek, but not the man she so bitterly loves?

is that ok? 3. Love poems that love hometown (ancient times)

1. I am past, and the willows are reluctant; Today, when I think about it, it's raining-> 2. Mourning songs can make you cry, while looking from afar can make you angelica-folk songs of Han Yuefu > 3. Humayi north wind, crossing the south branch of the Bird's Nest-Nineteen ancient poems by Han > 4. but how much love has the inch-long grass won three Chunhui-Don Meng Jiao > 5. now, nearing my village, meeting people, I dare not ask a single question-Don Song Zhiwen > 6. you who have come from my old country, tell me what has happened there! was the plum, when you passed my silken window, Han Mei's flowers? -Don Wang Wei > 7. so bright a gleam on the foot of my bed, could there have been a frost already? lifting myself to look, I found that it was moonlight, sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home-Don Li Bai > 8. Where is your hometown? Forget it unless you are drunk-Song Li Qingzhao > 9. Think twice about your relatives during the festive season-Don Wang Wei > 1. I don't know who Qiu Si will fall into tonight.-Don Wang Jian > 11. Everyone gradually feels strange in the local accent, but hates the sound of warblers like an old mountain-Don Si Kongtu > 12. Only the lake is mirrored in front of the door, and the spring breeze does not change the old waves-Don He Zhizhang > 13. When a teenager leaves home, he will return to his hometown, and the local accent will not change.-Don He Zhizhang > 14. he knows that the dews tonight will be frost, how much brighter the moonlight is at home!-Don Du Fu >; 15. Don't be sad, be sad, be separated-Warring States. Chu. Qu Yuan > 16. The day is far away, and the day of clothing has slowed down-Han. > 17. When a man falls into the wild goose, he thinks before the flowers-Sui Xue Daoheng > 18. Being away from hate is like spring grass. You can go further and live-Nan Tang Li Yu > 19. If you keep cutting, the reason is still chaotic, which means leaving sorrow. Especially the general taste is in your heart-Li Yu > 2. It's easier to see when it's not, and the water is gone in the spring. It's heaven and earth-Li Yu > 21. it is almost as hard for friends to meet, as for the morning and evening stars-Don Du Fu >; 22. Advise you to drink a glass of wine more, and there is no reason to go out in the west-Don Wang Wei > 23. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows the gentleman-Tang Gaoshi > 24. Peach Blossom Pond is deep in thousands of feet, not as good as Wang Lun's-Li Bai > 25. we met last among flowers, among flowers we parted, it's been a year since it bloomed today-Don Wei Yingwu > 26. time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted, and the east wind has arisen and a hundred flowers are gone-Don Li Shangyin > 27. Candles have a heart to say goodbye and weep for others until dawn.-Don Tu Mu > 28. If there is no north-south road outside the door, people should avoid parting from sorrow-Don Tu Mu > 29. A glass of wine in the spring breeze of peaches and plums is a ten-year lamp in the river's lake.-Song Huang Tingjian > 3. Alone on the river floor, the moonlight is like water. Where are the people who come to look at the moon together? The scenery is vaguely like last year-Tang Zhaoxia > 31. There should be no hate. When will it grow to be round? -Song Su Shi > . 4. Poems describing love for hometown

In the past, I was gone, and the willows were reluctant; Today, when I think about it, it's raining

People miss Sui Xue Daoheng every day

After people go to the wild goose, they think about it before flowers

Going back to their hometown. Part II: Tang He Zhizhang has been away from his hometown for many years. Recently, people have only spent half their time looking at the lake in front of the courtyard, and the spring breeze has not diminished.

On a moonlit night, there are hundreds of millions of my younger brother Du Fu

a wanderer hears drums portending battle, and the geese are in the autumn. He knows that the dews tonight will be frost, how much brighter the moonlight is at home!

o my brothers, lost and scattered, what is life to me without you?. Books are often not delivered. what can I hope for during war?

on the mountain holiday thinking of my brothers in shandong Wang Wei

is a stranger alone in a foreign land, and he misses his relatives every festive season.

I know from a distance where my brother climbs, and one person is missing everywhere. 5. I love my hometown's ancient poem

"Returning to the Garden"-Tao Yuanming has no suitable rhyme, and his nature loves the hills. After falling into the dust net by mistake, I have been in love with the old forest for 3 years. I miss the old forest when I am in the pond. When I open up wasteland in the south, I will return to the garden. There are more than ten acres of square houses and grass houses.

there is no image of peace, and there is still an image. The solitary smoke begins in other people's homes. It's misty and rainy, and the sound of chickens and dogs makes you restless.

however, no one can admire Huang calf, so why bother to cultivate him? The old man is seventy years old, and he is ashamed that the bamboo shoots and ferns in spring mountain are sweet.

It's the smell of rhyme that dispels the taste. Recently, there is no salt in March. The stick wrapped in rice went in a hurry, and the green money changed hands empty.

winning children's pronunciation is good, and it's better than a year and a half in the city. I'm ashamed of stealing money and forgetting it, but you're sad at the end of the year.

you don't have to wait for the kite to fall, so you can think about traveling less in your life. Traveling to Shanxi Village-[Song] Lu You did not laugh at the muddy wine in the farmhouse, and kept enough chickens and dolphins in good years.

there is no way for mountains and rivers to return to doubt, and there is another village. Qingpingle Village Residence-Author: Xin Qiji's eaves are low and small, with green grass on the stream.

when you're drunk, Wu's voice is charming, and when you're white-haired, you'll never be happy. The big boy hoes the bean stream east, and the middle boy is weaving a chicken coop; I like children's scoundrels best, and I lie on the head of the stream and peel the lotus.

idyllic scenery-now Zhu's poems are full of pastoral scenery, and they seek beauty in landscape painting. A pastoral song disturbs dreams, and a million cooks smoke and stir up homesickness.

Passing the Old Man's Village-Meng Haoran, preparing me chicken and rice, old friend, you entertain me at your farm. The green woods were around the village, and the green hills lay outside the city.

Banquet Noodle Garden, to talk mulberry and hemp with our cups in our hands. When the ninth festival comes, please come here to see the chrysanthemum.

Rain Over the Mountain Village —— There are one or two crows in Wang Jian's rain, and the bridge on Zhuxi Village Road is oblique. My mother-in-law called for a silkworm bath and looked at gardenias in the atrium.

a message from my lodge at wangchuan to pei di —— Wang Wei, the mountains are cold and blue now and and the autumn waters have run all day. By my thatch door, leaning on my staff, I listen to cicadas in the evening wind.

sunset lingers at the ferry, supper-smoke floats up from the houses. Oh, when shall I pledge the great Hermit again, and sing a wild poem at Five Willows?.

qingpingle. village residence-Xin Qiji's eaves are low and small, and the streams are covered with green grass. When you are drunk, your voice is charming, and your hair is white.

The eldest son hoes the east of Douxi, while the middle son is knitting a chicken coop, and he likes children scoundrels best, and the head of the stream lies on the lotus. Down Zhongnan Mountain to the Kind Pillow and Bowl of Husi —— Li Bai, down the blue mountain in the evening and moonlight was my homeward escort.

looking back, I saw my path, lie in levels of deep shadow. When the Hu mountain man came to his house, the children hurried to open the chai men.

and led me twining through jade bamboos, where green vines caught and held my clothes. And I was glad of a chance to rest, wine chat * * * wave.

we sang to the tune of the wind in the pines;, and we finished our songs as the stars went down. When, I being drunk and my friend more than happy, Tao Ran * * * forgot his machine.

"Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous Fun" —— The mud mirror of the newly-built farm in Fan Chengda is flat, and every family cultivates rice while the frost clears. The laughter sounded like thunder, and the flail sounded bright all night.

April in the Country-Weng Juan is green all over the mountains and plains, and it rains like smoke in the sound of the rules. There are few idle people in the countryside in April, so sericulture is planted in the fields.

"New Cool"-Xu Ji's water is full of rice and leaves, and the sun shines through the trees and the smoke is low. Oriole also loves new cool and good, flying over the castle peak and singing in the shadows.

The Romantic Son —— Sun Guangxian Maoshe Jinlixi Qu. Chickens and dogs are from south to north.

the leaves are long, the water is boiling, and the spring waves outside the door are green. Listen to weave, and speak quickly.

rolling the shuttle through the house. Partridge Sky —— Su Shilin has broken mountains and hidden walls, and the cicadas and grass are dying in a small pond.

when you turn over the blank bird, you will see it, and it will be fragrant according to the pink scent. Outside the cottage, next to the ancient city, the sticks and quinoa turn to the setting sun.

it rained late last night, and it was a cool day. Village Scene —— Chen Yuyi blew his horn at dusk to smell ghosts, and Qingxiao held a pole to watch the geese herding.