1, Physical Examination Hall of Shuidiao Getou.
Song Choi Woo-shik
Wan Liyun garrison, sword door closed immediately.
The mountains are endless, and Chang 'an goes straight to the north.
People suffer for a hundred years, ghosts cry, and heaven is far away.
The calligraphy is left in the chariot, and it is intense.
For blue light, scratching white hair, sound residue.
When you are old, you may not be able to make achievements, but you will be idle.
Meiling shady Qing Zi, Pujian Qingquan Baishi, blame me for my old alliance cold.
On Christmas Eve after the bonfire, I dreamed of my hometown.
2. "A touch of blushing lips, a feeling of spring breeze and rain"
Chen Zilong in Ming Dynasty
Full of youth, the east wind is used to blowing red. A few cigarettes, only flowers are hard to protect.
Acacia in the dream, so the king. There is no master in spring! Where the cuckoo cries, tears flow in rouge rain.
3. "Partridge, send Yuanji to yu zhang"
Song Xin qi Ji
Press the pillow and shake the temple cream. Listen to the eaves and break the noisy river.
There are clouds and tendons, and the wheels are turning here.
Yunshui Town Poetry Wine Club. You can get drunk and get wet.
Drawing is like a dream of returning home, and thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are more than inches long.
4. "Man Jianghong Ding Wei's Works on Boating in the South in September"
man
Sad autumn, west wind, rain and humidity.
Look at the sad eyes, look for the words, and cast a sand dune at dusk.
Excuse me, where is the township pass? Water clouds are fascinated by the north and the south.
But a touch, cold and green, distant mountains.
Tianya road, guests on the river. The intestines are about to break, and the head should be white.
Scratch your head and sigh, and you will leave next year.
There is no limit to restaurants to relieve troubles other than wine.
Then take it, the glory of the Yangtze River, and pour it into your chest.
5. "Linjiang Xian, Send Wang Jian"
Song sushi
I have forgotten Chengdu for more than ten years, but I have to think twice because of your arrival.
Farewell today, please bring my sad tears back to my hometown and sprinkle them on the river. I don't know whether my hometown is good or not. I have been wandering for a long time, and I am not in my daily life, lonely and indifferent.
The sadness and melancholy there, you won't know, is already my Aika, no longer too sad.
Today's host gave you a farewell dinner, I hope you like it. My body seems to have been displaced like others. Where can it be my hometown?
6. Tomb-Sweeping Day in the DPRK
face
It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival. The tide blocked the sand crossing the river.
Looking at pear flower coldly, I love the world all my life.
Yan Hu, Yun Chuang, drunk and crying.
Fold a willow leaf. When you come back, who will you stick it in?
7. "The Prosperity of Fang Ting Han Merchants in the City"
Vae Junbao's wife
The Han Dynasty was prosperous, Jiangnan was rich in products, and it was still an affair.
Green window, vermilion, rotten silver hook.
Once the swords are raised, the flag is held high and a million people are brave.
March straight into the road, singing and dancing pavilions, and the wind blows away the flowers.
After 300 years of peace, people with laws and regulations stopped sweeping the floor.
Fortunately, I'm not in the north, I'm in the south.
Breaking the mirror where Xu Lang is, empty and melancholy, there is no reason to meet each other.
From then on, the dream traveled thousands of miles, and Yueyang Tower was built every night.
8. Hunchun in Linjiang County
Song Zhao Changqing
The news in my hometown is at a loss.
Who has pity when spring is haggard? At home on a cold night, Chinese wine is out of the blue.
It is said that the river head has boundless spring waves and is eager to be sent back to the ship.
Don't come here at all. It rains in Nanpu on the short eaves, and the willow trees break the bridge.
9. "Looking at Jiangnan Youzhou for Nine Days"
Wang Song Liangyuan
The official residence is quiet, sitting on the west of the moon.
I heard the lonely sound of the horn in the dark, and the guests were worried and homesick.
North and South are far apart. Intestinal rupture.
Scratch your head for a long time. Qi Xi is like a cold jade pillow on the bed.
Beauty is not drunk. Tears twist the pipa
10 "Niannujiao, avoid crossing Xinting River"
Song Wang Lan
From a height, you can only see your hometown in the depths of white clouds.
Small town, homesickness, loneliness, attentions to Du Yu.
The old country is sad, the new pavilion is crying, and the wine is raining.
It's hard to get rid of this hatred.
Looking back at the estuary, birds sing and flowers fall. Who is in charge today?
Swallows return, where to carve beams, substrates whisper.
The most bitter sandstorm, 100,000 households were exhausted and made a river of blood.
Stand firm and be a disabled person who has passed away.
A passage describing homesickness
1, miss the mountains in my hometown. The main peak goes straight into the sky, holding the sky in my hometown high and deep. It's evergreen all the year round, tree-lined and very quiet. When barnyard grass is in full bloom on the mountain, pink flowers are dotted all over the mountain, which is really beautiful; When the fruit is ripe, it makes people drool and makes children run all over the mountain. In fact, I like the mountains in my hometown because the background color of my life is the true color of mountains, and my character has the shadow and nature of mountains. I yearn for the mountain in my hometown, because it is as hardworking and frank as the people in my hometown, holding the sunrise in the morning and giving the morning glow a brilliant brilliance; Waiting for the sunset in the evening, giving the sunset a brilliant glow. I worship the mountain in my hometown, because it is as loyal and strong as my father, with a straight back and a broad chest. Standing up is a mountain.
2, the mountain is very long, the water is very long, I can't blow away a little affection along the way, and I won't stop this lovesickness. I only send a heart of lovesickness to the moon, just as the moon sends a thousand miles of lovesickness. I hope people will last long.
Looking at the sky, it is raining lightly. I look at this drop of rain, and I have an impulse in my heart. This is a poem by Li Bai, "Looking up, I found it was moonlight, and it sank again, suddenly thinking of home."
Being in a foreign land, it is inevitable to have a touch of homesickness. I can't tell you what this feeling is like. Speaking of girls' homesickness, I have no objection; As for that boy, it seems that he shouldn't be homesick, which may be right. Like me, he is away from home all the year round, and only goes home once a year, and only in the traditional festival of China-Spring Festival. After graduating from college, I have been rushing about for work, and I have long been used to that kind of wandering life, perhaps it is the feeling of wandering around the world.
Things have changed, times have changed, people have changed, but the only constant is a homesickness when leaving home, just like when a teenager leaves home, the local accent has not changed, the child is a stranger, and he smiles and asks the guest where he is from. This song may not be suitable for me, but at least it is my mood. Anyway, let's go out and have a look.
Maybe it's because I've been away from my hometown for too long that I feel this way. I have spent my whole life in my hometown, so I am very familiar with everything in my hometown. Even if I am blindfolded, I can walk from the village entrance to my home. When I left my hometown, my heart was full of sadness. Every time I open the dusty door at home, I always feel very happy, and my hands are shaking when I leave my hometown to lock the door. When you arrive at the village entrance, don't forget to look back at the beautiful scenery of your hometown.
When autumn comes, the leaves on the trees wither. The old tree that has been close to the ground for decades is almost hollow. Thinking of this, I can't help thinking of my hometown.
8. The hometown that has been haunting my heart is actually just a small mountain village with beautiful scenery. How many times have I waded through the long river of memory, how many times have I traveled through time and space, and dreamed of this beautiful hometown and beloved relatives.