The eighth poem of the first year Where is life not my hometown, this place of peace is my hometown

Mondo Culture Updated on 2024-02-17

When it comes to reunion, people will think of the reunion of the Mid-Autumn Festival, talk about wine, and talk about mulberry hemp.

However, in the eyes of the Chinese, the Spring Festival is the real reunion festival.

If you have money or not, go home for the New Year! On Chinese New Year's Eve, families sit around for Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, visit relatives and friends during the Spring Festival, and get together with relatives they haven't seen for a long time, which is the true meaning of reunion.

The holiday is fleeting, and on the eighth day of the first lunar month, the last day of the holiday, many people have begun to return to their work cities one after another.

Again, we're leaving our homeland for another country. Although the parting is quite sad, it is still necessary to pack your bags and embark on a new journey.

Today's parting is for a better reunion tomorrow.

The literati and writers of ancient times liked to use poetry to express their emotions.

These poems are full of longing for their hometown, but also contain a love for life and a vision for the future.

Bodhisattva Man" Qing Nalan Xingde.

Ask you what is the light parting, how many months can you spend a year.

The willow is like silk at first glance, and the old garden is at the end of spring.

Spring can not return, two oars pine flowers separated.

The old things are chasing the cold wave, and the hatred of the cries has not disappeared.

Why did I leave so easily? There can be a full moon several times a year, and the northern willow is just like a filament, and the homeland is already the end of three springs.

I can't return in the spring, the Songhua River is blocked by the river, the past is like the tide of the cold river, and the resentment of the cuckoo is not gone.

As Kangxi's first-class guard, Nalan traveled with Hu, but he had to leave and say goodbye.

At that time, the weather was still very cold, Nalan thought of his wife who was far away in Beijing, and felt something, and wrote this poem to express his thoughts about his wife in the boudoir.

In order to live, to work, we often can't help ourselves. After a short reunion, after all, we still have to face the reality of parting.

However, life is like this, and parting is the norm.

It also makes us cherish every moment of reunion more and cherish the time spent with our loved ones even more.

Happy Reunion" Song Yan said.

The dangerous building is quietly locked, the window is far away, and the poplar is hanging outside the door.

The bead curtain can't help but be in the spring breeze, and the solution is smuggled to the aftertaste.

Sleep and dream, it is not as good as Shuangyan, get the orchid house.

Don't come just, with high tearful eyes, feel old.

The dilapidated building is quiet, the mountains in the distance can be seen in the window, and the weeping willows outside the door are swaying. The beaded curtain could not block the softness of the spring breeze, and it blew gently, secretly sending the fragrance.

The thoughts when I was asleep, although not as good as the flying swallow, fortunately entered the boudoir full of flowers. The former separation, but now it is just a tearful eye leaning on a high place, lamenting the old love.

The poem depicts a festive reunion scene, creating a warm and touching atmosphere of family reunion.

The poet shows the joy and warmth of reunion through delicate depictions, such as pavilions, windows, willows, etc.

Parting is always so sad and reluctant.

Parting, it is like a sad song, which makes people sad and difficult to part.

Still, we believe that parting is for a better reunion, for that eternal reunion.

Yulou Chun" Song Mao Peng.

A year drips out of the lotus drain, and Bijing is crispy and frozen wine.

Xiaohan is still deceiving, and the spring is slender and comes to the willow first.

The beauty re-advises the millennium life, and the cypress leaves and pepper flowers are fragrant and cui sleeves.

I don't know each other well in the depths of the drunken country, and I only have the same old relationship with Dongjun.

The lotus dripping water sent away the old year, and when the wine was frozen in the well, and the dawn cold invaded, the slender figure of the willow branch had revealed the breath of the new year.

Although there are beautiful singers and singers who persuade them to drink and enjoy, the lyricist is surprised by the phenology of early spring, as if he has seen the old reunion after a long absence.

Although the spring cold has not subsided, the poet is full of anticipation for his old friends to welcome the coming spring.

The Spring Festival is not just a festival, it is the messenger of spring, and the breath of spring has come to the face.

We put aside the sadness of parting for a while, firmly believing that the train to spring is already on the way, and the next reunion is not far away.

Shi Tiesheng once said: "People's hometown is not a specific land, but a vast and incomparably vast mood, not limited by space and time, once this mood is aroused, that is, you have returned to your hometown." ”

Where is life not hometown, this place of peace is my hometown.

In a foreign land, cherish each day and take care of yourself. No matter where you are, there is always a place for the soul to dwell.

I hope that we who are about to embark on this journey will always maintain this vast mood. Poetry

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