Modern poems about missing relatives
When apricot blossoms are about to bloom with the message of spring.
When the cement road sends my thoughts home.
When my freedom hasn't come yet.
When memories blur your beautiful memories.
Gradually clear
Eve of Tomb-Sweeping Day
I miss my relatives in my hometown.
You have forgotten what I look like.
You gave me a place to bow.
Ordinary grave
But my life is about you.
You have been buried under the grass and wild flowers in spring.
In my heart
You are eternal.
Emotions in this world
Gradually away from me
Everything in this world.
You don't like it anymore.
Grandparents who left early
Look at the feng shui of the ancestral grave.
You are my closest and most ambiguous parents in this world.
Big brother who left early
Your grave is full of weeds.
Apricot flowers bloom early near Gezhen.
Do you remember your beloved Reiko Kobayakawa?
And congenital diseases?
You can't ride a bike all your life.
But I like to sit behind my car.
Talk about the new publication, read it early.
Parents who died of illness
Now, it can only appear in my dreams.
Look everywhere, but I can't see your kindness.
Sometimes I dare not look at your photos.
I always feel that you are right beside me, looking at me.
My uncle is nearby.
Gradually clear in the inherent forgetfulness.
So quiet, coughing occasionally.
There is bitterness in white hair.
The so-called hometown
This is a bloody ancestral grave.
Tall poplars
Send away our figure.
But send our thoughts back.
Destined to have no tears
Sprinkle it in the hometown of worship
Because what you need may be our strength.
Destined to have no smile
Send away our footsteps
Because you are sleeping quietly.
Never mind the children and grandchildren in this world.
But we deeply remember your love.
Your blessing
And your eyes that never give up.
If I leave, I dare not look back.
I'm still afraid of leaving when my tears get wet.
I'm afraid your hand will send out your happiness.
We enjoyed it.
Compared with your departure
I feel more about my own feelings and hardships.
Not worth mentioning.
You sleep quietly.
Is to let us live in peace.
Beyond my veins
This is your continuous supply
Under the tree in front of me.
It's your caring eyes.
Give me a sail for life.
Let me squander the love of this life
Dear people
Spring has come and the earth has awakened.
Love the world
Is my last expression to you.
You sleep quietly.
Is to let us live in peace.
2. Prose and modern poetry that miss hometown and relatives. In July 10, 13:50, the inscription of looking back: Buddha said: Looking back 500 times in previous lives can only be exchanged for passing by once in this life. So, how many times do I have to look back before I can really live in your heart? (-Xi Murong) In my last life, I looked back frequently, waved goodbye to my handkerchief and floated into the clouds. How many lovesickness and sadness have finally become water marks that have sent me away from this life. I'm looking for the lost footprints in my previous life and wading into your eyes. I looked back 500 times in my last life in exchange for a lost time in my life. I used a thousand times to look back for a stop in front of you. Ask Buddha: How many times do I have to look back before I can really live in your heart? You can only turn around frequently, like a moth to a fire, regardless of the consequences. I can go back for no reason. You are in my eyes, in my heart. I often look back and look forward to your gentleness. I often look back on my desire to be together in my past life. I look back at the lotus leaves on the boat, one by one, and the sadness in my eyes is the same. The Buddha made my idea come true. I've been looking for it for a long time. I just want to. Stop in your arms. I just want your hand to wipe the tears from my face. I just want your body temperature to warm my cold hands. Don't ask me why I have been looking for you all my life. I didn't drink Meng Po Tang. I'm worried about you. Don't ask me why I am crying. I didn't drink Meng Po Tang. I still remember the despair when I left in my last life. I cried with joy. Tears fall on your chest. All my sorrows in my previous life have blossomed into a dense lilac. I just want to join hands with you. Looking at the five petals blooming under the tree, we can predict our happiness in this life. I still often look back on this life. I still don't drink Meng Po Tang. I will go to the afterlife from far away to find you. I will also hold hands with you to find a five-petal clove, a flowering tree. How did Xi Murong let you meet me at my most beautiful moment? I prayed for Buddha for 500 years, so that we could form a dusty Buddha and turn me into a tree. The sunshine on your only way is full of flowers carefully, which was my hope in my previous life. Please listen carefully when you come near. The trembling leaves are my passion for waiting. When you finally ignore those friends who fall behind you, they are not petals. That's my dying heart, homesickness. Tonight, my mother shakes the nine stars and the moon is swaying in her hand.
When I was a child tonight, I rode on the back of a cow and listened to my mother say: The moon is a silver flute, and the moon cake is the moon painted in the sky. Reflected in the eyes.
Tonight's teenager, standing by the old well, heard his mother say: the moon is a golden pulley, and the moon cake is the moon that falls at the bottom of the well. Put your mouth in your heart.
As a young man, I left my hometown with frivolous ambitions. My mother said: When you are homesick, take a flute and play a moonlight song in your hometown. Tonight, the moonlight is like China, and the years are like China. I held the stars and the moon in my mother's hand, and her mother said, son, drink your hometown and come to your heart.
Oh, this is a bowl of water in that old well. Homesickness (prose poem) Christmas flowers are as red as blood, and the air in the city thousands of miles away becomes cold. In the morning, my mother's phone call and a few words of exhortation were old and warm, warming the frozen memory.
The city is bustling and empty, full of vain happiness, but I am barren everywhere, looking for a strange sense of familiarity. When your hand reached out, there were levels of pain and weakness I endured.
You said it was time to go home. Although it is bustling and noisy, it never belongs to us.
The local accent curled up and tears flowed from my eyes. No one wants to be like a wandering soul in a foreign land, which makes us miss our home so much. It is becoming more and more barren and decadent, like the sigh and tears of the old man.
We are also high-spirited and arrogant. But there is always an innate wound in my heart, which hurts when I touch it.
Sadly, we grew up in the same land under the same blue sky, but that land has both advantages and disadvantages. There is a pure sunny heart with a faint blue color.
There is a pure happiness that supports the fatigue day after day. Maybe everything will change when we grow up. If we see more clutches, our hearts will be as hard as iron.
However, in the dark, silent, inch by inch, peeling off are missing bodies. The path in front of the door, the bamboo forest behind the house.
The early cock crows and the farmers go home at sunset. The playmate next door, the boy at the same table.
And ignorant and shy love. Some things, after passing, leave traces and become years and memories.
Although there is a little pain, it will be ignored occasionally, but it will never be forgotten. Some emotions, like the simple feelings of teenagers, will show a faint blue color after experiencing a disaster.
Your sadness lurks in the mottled shadow of the old house, and the grass is already sad all around. The young face reflected in the pond is naive and happy.
Now our hearts have flown too far. I was disconnected.
Inch by inch, you said that even if life is evergreen, there will always be a day when leaves will take root.
On the way home. We are together.
There are many holy monks under the tree, and each flower is a Buddha. Time has no shadow, water is silent and a leaf is wasted.
3. Poem about missing relatives 1, missing father Author: Yuan Aihua Who hasn't climbed over his father's shoulder? His shoulders are always so broad and strong, like the towering Kunlun Mountain. Who has never held his father's arm? His arms are always so strong, like steel tongs. His body is always so majestic and handsome, like pine and cypress and snow. When the sun sets, he can always see his father walking on the ridge with a plow. That land is his hometown. Seedling is his hope in the future. Every year's ups and downs, bitter and sweet, exhausted, are always written on my father's face. Green rice seedlings are his happiness. Huang Cancan's rice is his harvest, his children are clever, his wife is virtuous, and his neighbors are happy. I can always see his warm figure when we meet each other after a brief encounter. Filial piety to grandparents is always considerate and simple. This is my father's kind quality. Diligence is the traditional virtue of my father. I have benefited a lot. Thank my father for his upbringing, for sending me to study and work, for giving me bone marrow, and for giving me flesh and blood. Everything about my daughter was given by my parents. Now that my father is gone, all I can do is to recall in my dreams. It's a flood of thoughts, a family relationship where blood is thicker than water, and eternal concern is only the memory of my father and my long-term thoughts-my daughter misses you in her dreams and in the depths of her soul! 2. My mind is round, Ai Qing. My mind is round. The moon on the Mid-Autumn Festival in August is also the brightest and roundest. No matter how high the mountain is and how wide the sea is, you can see it. What do you think of on such a night? My thoughts are round, watermelons and apples are round, the reunion between people is joyful, the separation of flesh and blood is painful, and those who miss their loved ones look at the bright moon in the sky. Who can swallow moon cakes? 3. Homesickness Author: When Yu Guangzhong 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. 4, when I look at the night sky of the city Author: Samui When I look at the night sky of the city, I can't help but feel sad. Without Sirius, the bear couldn't find his way. The only light I can see is called strong light. When I looked at the night sky in the city, I couldn't help crying. The stars that blinked with me are still in my eyes. In my eyes, it was like lying in the wheat field and looking up at the night sky when I was a child, but at that time, the stars were far away. At this moment, the stars are accompanied by tears of bright lights in the city. When I look at the night sky in the city, I can't help feeling disappointed. Why can't I see the stars? Only the city lights shine. I think of the crowded night sky at home. It's just that we were together then. When I looked at the night sky in the city, I finally found a little star. who is it? Look at me from a distance.
5, always miss the author: peace is a blessing. Time flies in the historical time and space, leaving behind thoughts. It's late autumn and winter, and it's the Cold Food Festival. On October 1st of the lunar calendar, I was worried about missing it. It is a traditional folk custom to burn paper and money, and to send food, drink and warm clothes to the soul of my distant ancestors. As we all know, ancestral paper and cold clothes are nourishing the hearts of thousands of people in Qian Qian. This has become the custom of the Chinese nation. Memories and thoughts of children and grandchildren are passed down from generation to generation.
4. Kneeling: ancient poems, new poems (modern poems), fragments, poems about homesickness: 10 | Question time: 2009- 10-7 14:45 | Questioner: rege.
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Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my brothers in Shandong.
I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
Shang shan Zao hang
I began to recruit priests in the morning and felt sorry for my hometown.
When a chicken crows at the Maodian Moon, people walk on the Banqiao Frost.
Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, and orange flowers are on the wall of the post.
Because they remembered Ling Du's dream, the geese returned home full of food.
Tang meets in the capital.
The road to the east of the old garden is long.
Tears in the dragon bell with double sleeves.
I'll see you soon. Without paper and pen,
Use your information to report peace.
People miss home every day.
Xue Daoheng
People only have seven days in spring.
I have been away from home for two years.
When people return to the geese,
Think before and after.
Travel to the north
Liuzao
It has been frosted ten times in Bingzhou Guest House.
Remember Xianyang day and night.
Change dry mulberry water for no reason,
But I hope Bing is my hometown.
On a spring night, I smell the flute in Los Angeles.
Lipper
Whose Yu Di flies in the dark,
Spring breeze scattered in Los Angeles.
In this serenade, I heard the sound of willows.
Who can't afford to be homesick?
Think of my brothers on a moonlit night.
Du Fu
The first call of wild geese on the border in autumn makes you lose everything.
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.
Coconut silk is good in Handan from winter to the sun.
Every winter solstice, I am accompanied by the shadow in front of the knee lamp.
If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers.
Nanpubie
In the bleak drudgery of Nanpu, the autumn wind is bleak.
Turn back immediately, my heart is broken, so I can leave and don't look back.
Wang Yitai
Jing' an mansion, facing the willow in front of the window every day, is far away at this moment; At the station, the spring is fading and flowers are everywhere.
Spring scenery in the two places is the same day, which makes people homesick.
The trip was sent to Rongyu, Langzhong, Hunan.
The sound of flowing water by the cold river, bamboo shadow with the chaotic moonlight outside the window. Guimeng doesn't know how wide the lake is, but he returns to Luoyang at night.
Wang Yucheng
The horse crossed the chrysanthemum and crossed the mountain road, leaving the horse to walk freely. Listen to the sound of thousands of valleys at night and watch some peaks silent in the sunset. The leaves of huanghuali are as red as rouge, and the fragrance of buckwheat flowers is as white as snow. To my dismay, the village bridge is like my hometown!
5. Ask for a modern poem about missing. Modern poems about missing are as follows:
Poetry 1: Missing in Summer by Jean Dong Qing.
Let me hold a summer rain.
Moisten your heart after a long drought
Let me enjoy the cool breeze.
Brush away your fatigue.
Let me have a look at the clear spring
Give you endless sweetness
Let me pick a lotus.
Warm your beautiful smiling face
Give you everything.
Let you have a refreshing summer.
My thoughts
Since the summer when I met you.
Inside the exhibition hall
pool
Meet in the rain and hold hands.
Your bright smile
Jade is like the moon.
Your white dress
Like a lotus or a cloud.
Your beautiful voice
Such as string playing.
Since then, I have asked for it thousands of times.
everlasting
Poetry 2: Wu's "Thinking of Old Friends on a Moonlit Night"
this evening
When the moon rises,
The bright moon in Tang dynasty
Still in the window
Visit me and study tirelessly.
You recognize me by my birth name.
This moment, the door of memory.
Never closed again.
That year, Na Yue, that man.
And those memories of youth.
Unlike cigarettes.
Those seeds sown in spring
The sound of green
As soon as it is called, the picturesque countryside will be green.
The vast plains and the hometown of the sea.
The swaying poems are accompanied by the fragrance of laurel trees.
That's my home, my lost youth.
In the deepest part of the world of mortals, you are
An irreplaceable orphan in this life
I am willing to wait
The full moon is a painting, and the lack of the moon is a poem.
Poetry 3: Bai Yanyan's Missing
On a calm day.
I only long for one touch.
But all expectations
After all, it is extravagant hope.
I used to laugh like the wind
I used to cry like rain
All the hearts bloom and fall.
Inexplicable thoughts are as rich and fragrant as flowers.
Blooming in the branches of the years
It smells good every season.
Looking back on yesterday's dribs and drabs
Who will stay for me?
Even a shallow smile.
It will also make my whole heart throb.
Now hovering on the horizon.
Missing is precipitated by years.
There are no more days of high tide.
I have to stand on the edge of time.
Wait patiently for your news.
Poetry 4: Xiang Xue's Shadow of Classmates
All the days
There is a shadow of classmates.
Gentle eyes
Based on my shyness,
The shadow of classmates is ethereal.
recently
The shadow of my classmates disappeared,
It's hard to forget the scene of getting together.
The Eye of Silence
Leave the camera,
The classmates left.
The farther you go, the closer you seem.
When I prayed a thousand times
All along,
accidentally
Everyone has a classmate's shadow.
Poem 5: Xu's Forever Missing
Time flies.
Through the time and space of history, I left my thoughts.
It's late autumn and early winter, and it's the Cold Food Festival again.
October 1st of the lunar calendar.
Caring and missing haunt traditional folk customs.
Burn a piece of paper, send food, drink and cold clothes.
Entrust the souls of distant ancestors.
Every household is no exception, as everyone knows.
Sacrificing ancestors to burn paper and send cold clothes to show their hearts.
Moisturize things quietly and stretch your bones and muscles.
The call of the soul
Become a custom of the Chinese nation
Memories and thoughts of children and grandchildren
hand down from generation to generation
Memories, worries, new memories, infinite worries about our distant ancestors.
Kindness of relatives.
Forever miss
6. Missing my hometown, missing my loved ones, 50 ancient poems, 1, thinking of a quiet night, Li Bai, can there be frost at the foot of the bed? .
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. 2, "Jade Family" Tang Libai Her jade steps were cold and dew, and the bottom of the silk was wet. She lingered there for so long.
Go back to my room and put down the crystal curtain, still looking at the exquisite moon through the curtain. 3, "Qiupu Song XIII" Tang Li Bai Lishui Qing Yue, the moon egrets fly.
Lang listened to the girl picking ling and returned with a nocturne. 4, "Drinking the Moon Alone" Tang Li Bai from from a pot of wine among the flowers, I drink alone. No one is with me.
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.
5, "Guan Shanyue" Tang Li Bai bright moon hanging high in heaven, the vast sea of clouds. The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass.
At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai. This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive.
The soldiers turned and looked at the border, thinking of home with longing eyes. The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away.
6. "Drinking asking for the moon" When will the clear sky and bright moon of Tang Li Bai come? Stop for a drink today and ask: the moon is unattainable, and the moon goes with people? As bright as a flying mirror, has the green smoke gone out? But when you see the night coming from the sea, would you rather know that it is going to the clouds? The moon is on the white rabbit's back, autumn and spring, and who is the neighbor of Chang's lonely life? Now people are not seen in Gu Yue, but in this month they took the ancients. The ancients said, if people are running water, they look at the bright moon.
Just look at the glass and sing loudly, and the moonlight can grow in a golden cup. 7, "Jiande Night Sleeping" Tang Meng Haoran My boat moored in the fog, and at dusk, the memories of the old days began.
The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon. 8, "Month" Tang Xiaoru hook, the fan was flown by the Han fleet.
Thin shadows will be round. How many places in the world can you see them? 9. "Looking at the moon and thinking about a distance" The bright moon in Jiuling, Zhang Tang, is now full of sea, and the horizon is * * * at this time. People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones.
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.
10 "Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night" Tang Du Fu's wanderer listens to the drums and autumn geese. 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.
1 1, an autumn evening in the mountains, an empty mountain after the Tang Dynasty, standing in the autumn evening. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
12, staying alone in the Tang Dumu Inn, I am locked with loneliness and sadness. Recalling the cold light and returning to my hometown to recall the past; Like a flock of lost geese.
The road to my hometown is too far away. I will come back at dawn, and the letter from home will not be sent to this place until next year. The Cangjiang River in the moonlight, the scenery is so beautiful, and the fishing boat is in front of my house.
13, "Tea from an Old Friend" Tang Jian refers to the outside of Jiuhua Mountain, with the title of Yujing. When the moon opens, there is the sound of disorderly springs underground.
Invite monks in the middle of the night and cook the moon with lonely songs. The blue sky is heavy and broken, and the fragrance is light and the flowers are light.
All the six fu-organs sleep, and the number of poems is clear. I didn't dare to spend money after the month, so I supported it with my elbow.
14 "Song of Mujiang" Tang Yang is in the sky, half river rustling, half river red. On the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.
15, "Frost Moon" Tang Li Shangyin first heard that there was no cicada in the wild goose, and a hundred feet of water met the sky. The frost goddess and the moon are not afraid of the cold, and they are more beautiful and pure in the cold and frost recreation.
16, Man Xing, a song of Du Fu in Tang Dynasty, is only a few feet away from the river, and lanterns shine at night. The heron in the sand head is silent, and the fish in the stern are screaming.
17 "Bo Qinhuai" Tang Dumu smoke cage cold water moon cage sand, night parking near Qinhuai restaurant. Strong women in business don't know how to hate their country, but they still sing backyard flowers across the river.
18, "Night Sleeping by the Maple Bridge" On the frosty night in the Tang Dynasty, the fishermen in the river wind are worried. In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.
When people are in a foreign land, they miss their relatives every festive season. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
20. Apart from the cold light in the hotel at night, why does the guest's heart become sad? My hometown is a thousand miles away tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty. 2 1. Go home [Tang] The son of Du Mu asked, why did you stay home so long? * * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns? 22, homesickness [Song] Li Gou said that the sunset is the end of the world, looking at the end of the world without seeing home. I hate the blue mountain, which is still covered by dusk clouds. On 23rd, Jingshi received a letter from Yuan Kaijiang [Ming] with the words 15. There is nothing else to say, only to return to China early. 24. When I first visited the mountains and rivers with the great master, I sent my relatives to Beijing. On the autumn night in Huainan, Yan came from Gaozhai. 26. Miscellaneous Poems (Wang Wei) You from my old country, tell me what happened there! When you passed my window and Han Mei was in full bloom, was it plum blossom? 27. The wall of an inn in North Dayu Mountain (Song Wenzhi) reads: "Go back, will my own trip to the south come back this month?" ? The river stopped at low tide, and the Woods are foggy, but tomorrow morning, when you cross this mountain, you can see the beauty of the dragon head. On 28th, Du Jingmen bid farewell to Li Bai and left Chu for a trip. Mountains follow Ping Ye, rivers enter the wild. Flying under the moon, the clouds grow and the sea builds. I still pity the water in my hometown and send a boat a thousand miles away. 30. Looking at the moon for fifteen nights (Wang Jian), crows in Bai Shu in the atrium and osmanthus in Coody Leng are silent. Tonight, the moon is full of hope, and I don't know whose home Qiu Si will stay. 3 1, "On Balance" hometown to the capital, the road is long, its Xiu Yuan Xi, double-sleeved dragon bell cries. Don't use paper and pencil immediately when you meet, and leave a message to report peace. 32. Show your son (Lu You) that he is dead and everything is empty, but he is sad to see Kyushu. I'm honored to tell you about the family sacrifice. 33. The pride of the fisherman (Fan Zhongyan) fills the wonders of Qiu Lai, and Hengyang geese go unnoticed, making noises all around. Thousands of miles, long smoke and loneliness. A glass of turbid wine made Wan Li a great country, but Ran Yan didn't stop thinking. I'm covered in frost. People are sleepless, and the general is white-haired and in tears. 34. It is raining again. When I go home, I wash my guest robes. Silver words are loud and fragrant. Time flies easily dump people. Cherry is red and banana is green. 35. Qiu Si (Ma Zhiyuan) in the courtyard sand is a dead vine, an old tree is a faint crow, a small bridge is flowing, and an ancient road is thin. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. 36. Nalanxingde Mountain in Sauvignon Blanc is a journey, and water is a journey. There is no such sound in my hometown. People miss Xue Daoheng for only seven days in spring and have been away from home for two years. People return to geese, but miss them before flowers. 38. My hometown Xinghua Tang intends to send flowers and wine to celebrate the opening of the new store, with flowers on the left and teacups on the right. Ask a cuttlefish and a glass of wine. How can an old friend be different? 39. Homesick Waihezhuang is sad and solo in a foreign land every year.
7. A poem about missing one's loved ones, Missing one's loved ones.
Dreams are the front door.
Memory is the back door.
Missing is the brightest window at home.
Whether sitting or standing by the window.
Whether you look up or down at the window.
It's all about missing relatives.
Miss the person I love.
I sing the songs of the old year in the New Year.
I hope the notes can introduce that sunshine.
Warm every wall of the room.
Make some fragrant teas and wait.
Relatives returning from afar this winter
Talk about some household things around the fire.
I always worry that the good times will pass too fast.
In a hurry, from an unknown angle
Pull away quietly, and then
Time is no longer new.
This song is getting older and older.
There are tears in my eyes.
I like the snow falling on the windowsill at night.
The doorbell keeps ringing.
My relatives pushed through the door.
A gust of wind intensified the fire.
Turn my CD upside down.
Drink up my wine, too
Who else kissed my forehead?
So, the heart sings happily.
Missing distant relatives
Autumn chrysanthemum is in full bloom.
As bright as the stars in June.
I'm standing quietly tonight
Regression of colorful memory
What a dusk it is.
You stubbornly left without saying goodbye.
The rest is endless thoughts.
But I sent away my laughter.
The song of trauma in the rain is ethereal.
There is a bright moon in the distance.
I am full of sincere thinking.
Sincerely bless you.
The outside world is wonderful, isn't it?
I don't know when.
You will have a boat full of touching stories.
Back to yesterday's stream
Quietly, gently
Pick up a fallen leaf
Think of the past and obsession
Read poems that miss you.
Finally I cried.
8. Poems about missing relatives in hometown 1. You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! .
When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? (Wang Wei: "Miscellaneous Poems")
2. I left home when I was young, and my local accent has not changed.
Where do children come from when they meet strangers? (He Zhangzhi: Homecoming Book)
3. Leave the mountain to rest, winter will come, and spring will come.
The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home. (Song Wenzhi, "Crossing the Han River")
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: a berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain)
It's only seven days in spring and two years away from home.
The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom. (Xue Daoheng: "People are homesick every day")
6. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? .
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. (Li Bai: "Silent Night Thinking")
7. Whose rain flute flies in the dark, and the spring breeze permeates Los Angeles.
In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick. (Li Bai: The Flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night)
8. 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: "Journey to the North")
9. A vagrant hears drums that indicate fighting, and a wild goose rings 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")