Mr. Wang Zengqi once said: "The family sits idly, and the lights are amiable. "There is a home to go back to, someone is waiting, there is a lamp that will be waiting for you. Every seemingly ordinary day is an irreproducible happiness.
The New Year is approaching, and going home is an inseparable poem.
The warmest thing in the world is the way home, no matter where you are, looking back, there is a light waiting for you.
01
Li Bai said: In this nocturne, I heard the willows, and no one could afford to love the old garden.
In the middle of the night, a flute outside the window blew through, far and tactful, and if you listen carefully, it is "Folding Willows".
The sound of the flute scattered with the wind, leading to the deep longing of the wanderers......
02
Du Fu said:
The dew is white from tonight, and the moon is the hometown of Ming.
Thousands of miles away from relatives and friends, unable to see each other, the moon outside the window tonight is as bright as water, illuminating the homesick sorrow has nowhere to hide.
03
Su Shi said: The end of the world is tired, the way back in the mountains, and the heart of the hometown is broken.
I am a wanderer, tired of the wandering journey, gazing at the way back in the mountains, sighing for a long time, thinking bitterly.
04
Bai Juyi said: In the past three hundred years, there have been many people looking at the villagers.
Ascending to the view, full of emotion. How many people have been here staring in the direction of their hometown?
05
Wang Wei said: If you come from your hometown, you should know about your hometown.
It is one of the fortunate things in life to meet the old acquaintance in a foreign country, and the villagers meet, and the things asked are only turned into a sentence, and the plum blossoms in the hometown can bloom?
06
Zhang Jiuling said: The bright moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time.
The moon bends and shines on Kyushu, a bright moon, hooking out two nostalgia, I only hope that a little moonlight tonight can send my thoughts.
07
He Zhizhang said: Only the mirror lake in front of the door, the spring breeze does not change the old waves.
The longer I live away from home, the more unfamiliar I am with the grass and trees in my hometown, and everything is turned upside down, only the flowing water in front of the court still flows eastward.
08
Fan Zhongyan said: A glass of turbid wine is thousands of miles away, and Yan Ran has no plan to return.
In too many corners that people don't know, there is a group of people who silently stick to the country, and they will also have a moment of vulnerability, drinking into sorrow and turning into tears of homesickness.
09
Wang Bo said: The Yangtze River has been stagnant, and thousands of miles will return.
Thousands of miles away from home, only the Yangtze River flows with me, as if I also stagnate for the sorrow of leaving home, people who travel far away, always looking forward to returning home as soon as possible.
10
Zhang Ji said: I can't say enough in a hurry, and the pedestrians are about to open the seal.
A letter to the family, square inch of paper and ink, between a skimm, is full of indescribable thoughts, between a horizontal and a vertical, carrying the expectation of the wanderer's return home.
11
Wen Tingyun said: Because of the dream of Du Ling, the wild goose returned to the pond.
All the dreams are the scenery of the hometown, spring is approaching, the wild goose returns to the pond, if it is not for the embarrassment of the detention trip, who will be willing to wake up in this warm dream.
12
Li Qingzhao said: Where is the hometown, forget unless you are drunk.
If you wake up, you can only think deeply about the direction of your hometown, and the sorrow that you can't get away from will fall into your heart. Mr. Wang Zengqi once said: "The family sits idly, and the lights are amiable. "There is a home to go back to, someone is waiting, there is a lamp that will be waiting for you. Every seemingly ordinary day is an irreproducible happiness.
The New Year is approaching, and going home is an inseparable poem.
The warmest thing in the world is the way home, no matter where you are, looking back, there is a light waiting for you.