Hometown is always a haunting place.
And the longing and attachment to the homeland of the hometown is nostalgia.
Xi Murong said that nostalgia is a vague feeling of pity;
Sanmao said that nostalgia is the olive tree in dreams;
Yu Guangzhong said that nostalgia is a small stamp,
It is a shallow strait.
Mo Yan said that nostalgia is the red sorghum of the hometown,
Shakes constantly when the wind blows;
Wang Dingjun said that nostalgia is romantic and slightly decadent.
With a tenderness like a cold...
Everyone has nostalgia, it is unclear, the road is unclear,
Lingering, like a wisp of green silk wrapped around the heart...
So, what exactly is "nostalgia"?
Nostalgia is a wisp of cooking smoke.
Cooking tobacco is a family affection that hangs in childhood memories,
Nostalgia hidden in the depths of time.
Ambiguous distant village, clinging to the smoke in the ruins.
Dogs bark in the deep alley, chickens chirp mulberry trees upside down.
—— Tao Yuanming, "Returning to the Garden and Tianju Part I"
Nostalgia is a bright moon.
Guilty of nostalgia, Li Bai is us.
After meditating quietly, we are Li Bai.
May this nostalgia be like wine, and you and I will be drunk under the moon.
The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground.
Look up at the bright moon and look down at your hometown.
——Li Bai, "Quiet Night Thoughts"
Nostalgia is a plum blossom.
Pack your bags and leave home,
Withdraw from the past,
But he never talked lightly about the years.
When a king comes from his hometown, he should know about his hometown.
In front of the window of the coming day, the cold plum is not flowering?
——Wang Wei, "Miscellaneous Poems II"
Nostalgia is a river of spring water.
Wave after wave of the river, the back wave pushes the front wave, unstoppable,
It's like the new melancholy suppressing the old melancholy, with nowhere to put it.
How much sorrow can you have? It is like a river of spring water flowing eastward.
—— Li Yu, "Yu Meiren"
Nostalgia is a taste.
No matter how far you go,
The taste of the hometown is like a taste positioning system,
A head locked thousands of miles away,
The other end is forever tied to the hometown in the depths of memory.
Baijiu newly ripened mountain return, yellow chicken pecking autumn positive fat.
Hu Tong cooked chicken and drank liquor, and children laughed and led people's clothes.
——Li Bai, "Nanlingbei Children Enter Beijing"
Nostalgia is the thick sound of nostalgia.
The sound of the countryside has grown up with us since childhood,
Gave us warmth and love.
When we are in a different place,
A rural sound can make you feel like you have found a home,
Warm, like a candlelight in the heart.
Where the Jun's family lived, the concubines lived in Hengtang.
Stop the boat for a while, or I am afraid that it is a fellow countryman.
——Cui Hao, "Where does the Junjia family live?"
Nostalgia is a disease.
No matter where you are, nostalgia it does not listen to the call,
Freedom comes and goes, inadvertently,
It suddenly blows gently at the base of your ear,
Tell you, it's time to go back and have a look.
Floating clouds wandering, sunset old people.)
Waving his hand away, Xiao Xiao Ban Ma Ming.
——Li Bai, "Send a Friend"
Nostalgia is a kind of hard thought.
It's in a time of wandering in a foreign land,
In the long night of silence,
You stand by the window in the torment of thoughts,
Thoughts follow the road through the mountains and mountains, and the feelings are in the hometown.
A ride in the mountains, a ride in the water,
Walking towards Yuguan, a thousand tent lights in the middle of the night.
The wind is more, the snow is more,
The dream of shattering the hometown is not successful, and there is no such sound in the old garden.
- Naranjand in Sauvignon Blanc
Nostalgia is a kind of inexplicable melancholy.
In the night of a foreign land, sitting alone with a lone lamp,
When it is difficult to sleep, nostalgia is the most difficult to rest.
The hotel has no good companions, and the condensation is quiet.
Cold lantern old thing,Goose goose nostalgia sleep.
Distant dreams return to dawn, family letters to the next year.
Cangjiang good smoke moon, the door is a fishing boat.
—— Du Mu,"Traveling accommodation"
Nostalgia is the love for the homeland and the miss of relatives,
It is difficult to let go of the memories that the land carries.
Whose jade flute flew darkly and scattered into the spring breeze full of Los Angeles.
Smell the broken willows in this nocturne, who can't afford to be in the garden!
——Li Bai, "Spring Night Los Angeles Flute"
Nostalgia is the yearning for a distant place when you are in your hometown,
It is the desire to return to his hometown when he has left his hometown.
Where are the people of the night, the moon in the pond.
Leisurely and spacious, cut to the hometown feelings.
——Zhang Jiuling, "Night Walk in the West River"
Nostalgia is to turn over the years, over a thousand mountains,
We are still homesick.
Lingwai pronunciation book breaks, through winter and spring.
The nostalgia is more timid, and I dare not ask the people who come.
——Song Zhiqing, "Crossing the Han River"
Nostalgia is to go out for the ideal, to return for the sake of thinking.
When Hua grew old,
Nostalgia is more mixed with sighs about the passage of time,
The perception of the change of seasons, the sigh of the face and the ease of aging.
The young man left home and returned to the old man, and the township voice did not change the sideburns.
Children don't know each other, laughing and asking where the guests come from.
——He Zhizhang, "The Second Book of The Returning Dolls, Part I"
Nostalgia is that every step you take grows upwards,
Until ten years and eight years later, it grew into a big tree.
After parting
Nostalgia is a tree without annual rings
Never get old
—— Xi Murong, "Nostalgia"
Nostalgia is wherever and whenever you are,
There are always people waiting for you to go home, and there are always people who don't want you to go far.
Handan Yili is on the winter solstice, holding the knee lamp in front of the shadow.
If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about distant pedestrians.
——Bai Juyi, "Handan Winter Solstice Night HomeSickness"
Nostalgia is the bitterness and helplessness of parting with close relatives,
It is the child who travels thousands of miles, the advice and thoughts of the loving mother.
The mother's hand is threaded, and the wanderer's body is clothed.
The seams are tightly sewn, and I am afraid that I will be late.
Whoever says anything will be rewarded with three Chunhui.
——Meng Jiao, "Wandering Zi Yin"
Nostalgia is the infinite joy of family and friends reuniting,
It's every minute of staying with your family.
The beans, the drinking of alcohol. Brothers are both brotherly and happy.
The wife is a good fit, like a drum. Brothers are both happy and happy.
Yi'er's room, Le'er's wife. Is it a picture, is it?
- Anon. "Chang Di"
Nostalgia, is a good boy ambition in all directions,
Sometimes it's not enough to spend time with your parents.
The fishing lights are dark, the guest dreams back, and a sound drops people's hearts.
Lonely boat five more family miles, is away from people, a few lines of clear tears.
——Ma Zhiyuan, "Shouyang Qu Xiaoxiang Night Rain"
Nostalgia is the destination of the wanderer's soul.
The tired bird thinks of the nest, and the fallen leaves return to the roots,
We return to our homeland,
It's like going back to where you used to dock.
Tired horses love the old mo, and the birds think of their hometowns.
——Mengjiao, "Crow Road Creek Line Presents Lu Zhongcheng"
Nostalgia is the sense of ritual in the festival.
Lantern Festival, Qingming, Dragon Boat Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival...
Like the morning bell and the twilight drum, it evokes nostalgia on time,
Evoke the love of home and country.
Alone in a foreign land for strangers, every festive season to think of relatives.
The Haruka brothers ascended to the heights, and there was one less person planted everywhere.
——Wang Wei, "Remembering the Shandong Brothers on September 9"
Nostalgia is a ticket home.
There are thousands of roads away from home, and there is only one way home,
No matter how far you can go, this is the direction of the coming.
The heart of the beloved son is endless, and the return home is happy and tasty.
The needle and thread of the cold clothes are dense, and the ink marks of the home letter are new.
Meet pity thin, Hu'er asked bitterly.
Humble and ashamed of the son of man, do not dare to sigh the wind and dust.
——Jiang Shiquan, "Coming Home at Dusk"
Nostalgia is the feeling of home and country, the continuation of the context, and the spiritual dependence.
Emperor Sheng's hectic drama suddenly came to his hometown.
The servant was sad and worried, and curled up in a situation where he could not do it.
- Qu Yuan, "Leaving the Troubles"
Nostalgia is an ageless complex, an indelible memory.
Every spring, the country is sad, and the Duqu yellow warbler can be known.
More by the sunset on the riverbank, a trace of broken intestines and smoke willows.
——Wei Zhuang,"Homesickness Outside the River"
Nostalgia, both geographical nostalgia and cultural nostalgia.
And the last nostalgia will return to the hometown.
Childhood
Nostalgia is a small stamp
I'm here, my mother is over there
Grow up
Nostalgia is a narrow ticket
I'm here, the bride is over there
Later
Nostalgia is a short grave on one side
I'm outside and my mother is inside
And now
Nostalgia is a shallow strait
I'm here, the continent is over there
—— "Nostalgia" in Yu Guangzhong
The hometown is far away, and it is also very close,
Because nostalgia is in our hearts.
This lingering nostalgia is a song of wordless thoughts,
It is also a long-settled poetry that has flowed in the heart.