Sentence | Mr. Kokusu
"Home", what a warm word!
The world is big, life is long, and home is small, but it is the warmest place in the world.
Zhou Guoping said, "Home is a small boat, but it has to carry us through such a long time." ”
Feng Zikai said, "This is my freest and most permanent home, my home. ”
Liu Liangcheng said: "The home in a person's heart is not just a house that belongs to him, but a life spent in this house for many years. ”
In Wang Zengqi's heart, "family sitting idle, amiable lights" is the warmest scene in winter.
So, what exactly is "home"?
May 15 is the International Day of Families, and the quintessence of the country is with you to find out.
Home, is the steaming kitchen.
The cooking fire and oil smoke full of life, the sweet and sour dishes and the crisp pots and pans make the home more and more warm and cohesive.
The family has no worries and is noisy.
New glutinous wine, orange root buds, brocade scale fish, purple crab and red shrimp.
Cups, plates, fight for some drunkenness, and the moon and reed flowers.
——Zhao Xianhong "Full Court Fang Fishing"
Home is the trivial and ordinary of firewood, rice, oil and salt.
"I want to live a life of firewood, rice, oil and salt with you, you cook, I wash the dishes. Just a gentle look, even if the end of the world comes. ”
Teach you to be in charge of the house, and the house is like a mess.
Seven things to get up early to open the door, firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar tea.
- "Poems of the Master"
Home, it doesn't need to be too big and luxurious, as long as the family is safe and quiet.
"What is happiness? One is to sleep in your own bed, the second is to eat the food cooked by your parents, the third is to listen to your lover to tell you love words, and the fourth is to play games with your children. ”
The thatched eaves are low, and the grass is green on the stream.
Wu Yin is good in drunk, who is white-haired?
The eldest child hoes the beans in the east of Xidong, and the middle child is weaving chicken coops.
The favorite child is dead, and the stream head lies on the lotus bed.
——Xin Qiji, "Qingpingle Village Residence"
Home is every ordinary or extraordinary day.
Whether it's coarse tea and light rice, sweet and sour, home is nothing more than a happy family, living a simple and ordinary life day and night!
The family style knows each other, and the coarse tea and light rice depend on each other for the time being.
After all, it is difficult for brothers to live together, so they inevitably go their separate ways.
- Shi Miaolun, "Eighty-five Verses, Part 6"
Home is a song of selflessness when reunited.
"The most important thing for a family is to be neat and tidy." The taste of home is the taste of reunion.
Ur beans, the gluttony of drinking. Brothers are both harmonious and happy.
Wives are well together, like drums and harps. Brothers are both harmonious, harmonious and Zhan.
Yier's house, Leer's wife. Is it a picture, is it true?
——佚名《常棣》
Home is a companion without regrets.
Here are your dearest parents, your favorite children, and your dear partner who takes the best youth to live with you.
Qingjiang is a song hugging the village flow, and everything in Changxia Jiangcun is quiet.
From the beginning of the beam on the swallow, close to the gulls in the water.
The old wife draws paper for a chess game, and the child strikes a needle for a fishing hook.
But there are old people who offer rice, what else do you want for a micro body?
- Du Fu "Jiangcun"
Home is an eternal concern in my heart.
No matter how far we go, even if we have the end of the world, we can't get out of its care.
In Handan, it is the winter solstice, and the shadow of the knee-hugging lamp is accompanied.
If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers.
——Bai Juyi, "Handan Winter Solstice Night Homesickness"
Home is an endless thought.
I don't care when I have it, and when I'm on the road, I miss it vaguely, the yellowish light waiting for you to come back that night.
Tonight, in the month of Juzhou, I only look at it alone.
Pity the little children, and do not understand the memory of Chang'an.
The fragrant mist is wet, and the clear jade arm is cold.
When leaning on the false pretense, the tears of the double light are dry.
- Du Fu "Moonlit Night"
Home is the reunion of the heart.
Every New Year's Day, what is indispensable is the family reunion, and the fireworks on the table are full of infinite warmth.
The love of the son is endless, and he is happy to return home.
The cold clothes are densely sewn, and the ink marks of the family letter are new.
When he met Pian Qingmian, Hu'er asked about the hardships.
He was ashamed of the son of man, and he didn't dare to sigh for the dust.
——Jiang Shiquan, "Coming Home at Dusk"
Home is a mother's plain words.
My mother was strong, but this year she said she was dizzy.
Gu Lian is a guest, and he likes to read his grandson.
The new light of the career, Sangma Jiuli Village.
Taiping customs are beautiful, there is no need to close the firewood door.
- Wang Mian "Homecoming"
Home is my father's deep and deep love.
The delicate word Pingyang, folding flowers leaning on the peach edge.
I can't see the flowers, and the tears are like springs.
The child's name is Uncle Bird, and he is shoulder to shoulder with his sister.
Under the double-row peach tree, who will be sorry for the back?
——Li Bai "Sending Donglu Erzi"
Home is a beacon that illuminates the journey of night walkers.
The mountains are far away at dusk, and the white houses are poor in the cold weather.
Chaimen heard the dog barking, and returned to the people on a snowy night.
——Liu Changqing, "The Master of Furong Mountain"
Home is a ray of sunshine that melts the ice, snow and frost on the heart.
The line in the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt.
Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late.
Whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three springs.
——Meng Jiao, "The Wanderer's Yin"
The home is run by husband and wife, weaving a nest of dreams and bitter and sweet and sour.
The appearance of happiness is to love in marriage for a lifetime.
married as husband and wife, love is not doubtful.
- "Leaving a Wife"
A happy home is like a pot of aged wine, made with love and brewed over the years.
After years of savoring, the more you drink, the more you taste, and then it is difficult to release the cup.
The little man provides bait and the woman rubs the silk, and the overflowing fragrant mash is upside down.
The sunrise is eating two rods of fish, and the family is laughing in the south pool.
——Li Ying, "South Pool"
Home is the unchanging local sound.
No matter how far we go, even if the cape is at the end of the world, what remains unchanged is the hometown sound, and the strong nostalgia is the nostalgia.
When he left home, he returned to his hometown, and his hometown accent did not change, and his sideburns declined.
When the children don't know each other, they smile and ask where the guests are from.
——He Zhizhang "Returning to the Hometown Doll Book Two Songs: Part 1"
Home is the eternal shore where the wanderer's dream and soul linger.
Don't say "the stripes come and go without concern". At the very least, we came into this world with a home for us to come ashore.
The fishing lights are dim, the guest dreams back, and the sound is heartbreaking.
The lonely boat is thousands of miles away, and it is a few lines of tears.
——Ma Zhiyuan, "Shouyang Song, Xiaoxiang Night Rain"
Home is the place where I have fled all my life and want to go back all my life.
When we were young, we rebelled and wanted to leave it, and after years, we will miss it to the core.
The Lingwaiyin book is broken, and the winter repeats the spring.
The hometown is even more timid, and he doesn't dare to ask anyone.
——Song Zhiwen, "Crossing the Han River"
Home, where you can find your true self in laughter and crying.
Home is a place where you can heal your wounds, a place where you can take off your disguise and not be careful, cry and laugh happily.
When the grandmother heard that the girl was coming, she went out to help Guo Xiang;
When my sister heard that her sister came, she took care of her red makeup;
When the younger brother heard that his sister was coming, he sharpened his knife and went to the pigs and sheep.
- "Mulan Ci"
Home is an eternal piece of music.
No matter which song we incorporate in the future, there is a melody of home beating in the song.
Whose jade flute flew darkly, scattered into the spring breeze full of Los Angeles.
In this nocturne, I smell the willows, who can't afford the love of the old garden.
——Li Bai "Listening to the Flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night"
Home is a long kite string.
Tired birds miss their nests, fallen leaves return to their roots, and we return to our hometown, just like returning to the place where we once docked.
Tired horses love the old straw, and the birds miss their old habitats.
——Meng Jiao, "Yalu Creek Presents Lu Zhongcheng"
Home is a field, plant melons and get melons, plant beans and get beans.
Understanding is sown, tolerance is reaped; Consideration is sown and harmony is reaped; planted pickiness and grew complaints; Accusations were sown, and banes grew.
Boiled beans are used as soup, and the soybeans are used as juice.
The beans are burning under the kettle, and the beans are crying in the kettle.
It's the same root, why is it too anxious to fry each other?
——Cao Zhi, "Seven Steps Poem"
Home is the smallest and smallest country.
Only with a home can there be a country, and only with a country can there be a home, and the fate of the country is closely related to our destiny.
The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is deep in spring.
When I feel the tears, I hate the birds.
The beacon fire lasted for three months, and the family letter was worth 10,000 dollars.
The whitehead scratching is shorter, and the hairpin is overwhelming.
- Du Fu "Spring Hope"
Big or small, rich or poor, or in bamboo huts and high-rise houses, each of us has a home.
"In some families, a few noodles can hold up a hot day; In some families, a pile of gold coins turns life upside down. ”
Home is the epitome of the world, and it is also the altar that can test a person's sense of responsibility the most. A happy home requires us to manage it with our hearts.
Bi Shumin said:
Home, it is understanding, dedication, longing, care, holiness, tolerance, acceptance, harmony, running-in, appreciation, loyalty, communication, heart-to-heart, romantic twists and turns, life and death, and the end of the world.
May we all have such a home! [Heart]
Source: WeChat public account "The Essence of Chinese Studies and the Art of Life"
Author: Quintessence of the Kingdom
Editor: Jing Chen
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