Unconsciously, the year has come to an end again. People who are wandering outside still haven't stopped hurrying, but their distant hometowns are becoming clearer and clearer. Every festive season, think of your relatives, the year will end, the new spring is coming, the spring will return, let people miss the scenery of their hometown even more, miss their relatives in their hometown. And ask time, can you stop for a while, let me go back to my hometown, reunite with my relatives and friends, and don't run away quickly?
The hotel is cold and sleepless, what is the guest's heart?
Hometown tonight thinking of thousands of miles, frost sideburns Ming Dynasty another year.
- Don Gaoshi, "Except for the Night"
Chinese New Year's Eve night is the time of reunion of thousands of families. The poet was stranded in the hotel, lonely, and even the lights felt cold, making it even more difficult to sleep. Why is it that the mood is depressed and sad? That's because the poet misses his hometown and relatives thousands of miles away, time passes, the world is difficult, unconsciously another year has passed, his head has added white hair, and he is floating alone in other places, how can it not make people feel sad?
It is too late to be with relatives, whether it is the old year or the new year, there is always a lot of love.
The stakes have become empty, and the lovesickness has been spent in the night.
After worrying about the sound of the chicken, he will be haggard and see the spring breeze.
- Don Lynx, "Except for the Night"
Everything has become empty, only the love of love, thousands of miles can not be stopped. The thought of a night is too strong, how can people bear it? Sorrow strikes people, from night to dawn, I can hear the chickens singing, and gradually stop, but the poet is not happy, this haggard appearance, how to see the spring breeze!
Time is like water, taking away youth, taking away dreams, but not taking away the attachment to the hometown.
Years of twilight and many thoughts, the end of the world is not returned.
Old add new nails, sick reduce old radiance.
The township is still remembered, and the meritorious name has died.
Forty-nine ming dynasties, should be enlightened.
- Don Bai Juyi, "Except for the Night"
At the end of the year, the poet could not help but think about it, lamenting that he was wandering alone in the end of the world and could not go back. As the years passed, the years urged people to grow old, the vicissitudes fell into one's body, many diseases and sorrows, and the appearance gradually changed. Do you still miss your hometown, but as for fame and fortune, you have long looked down on it. After tonight, tomorrow I will be forty-nine, and I should be able to understand life better!
The new year is not allowed to return to the hometown reunion, is the regret of the boss, floating in the end of the world, getting older, but also the helplessness of life.
The nostalgia of the new year cuts, and the sky is alone.
Old to the people, spring return in the guest first.
Ridge ape with Dan Twilight, river willow wind and smoke.
It has been like Changsha Fu, from now on for a few years.
——Tang Liu Changqing, "New Year's Work"
In the New Year, the poet who misses his hometown even more and is degraded alone feels even more sad. He was old, but he was still in another country, and the spring breeze returned to his hometown before himself. He was accompanied only by the mournful cries of apes in the mountains at dusk, and the willow trees by the river, shrouded in a misty mist. The poet said with nostalgia, I am like Fu Jiayi in Changsha, who knows how many years of suffering there will be! Unable to return to his hometown, unable to return to his own fate, coupled with the wind and candles, lonely and lonely, the poet has no joy and expectation for this new year.
This year, it is coming to an end, how many wanderers are eager to go home, even in dreams, can not be an exception.
The winter clothes were not returned, and the guests only brought poetry.
Late at night, the moon shines home in dreams, afraid of killing the plum blossom flute and blowing.
- Song Wang, "In the Winter Twilight Guest"
When I finished my winter clothes, I still couldn't go back to my hometown. In the bag he carried, only the poems he brought with him were left, and the conversation could comfort the loneliness. In the middle of the night, under the bright moonlight, the poet is still dreaming of going home, but he is afraid, who blows "Plum Blossom Fall" under the moon sky, which wakes people up from the dream and arouses deep sorrow.
In the adult world, there are always many difficulties, even at the end of the year, they may not be able to let go of everything and rush back to their hometown. And no matter how beautiful the scenery of his hometown is, he will always look in the direction of his hometown.
Outside the green mountains, in front of the green water.
The tide level is wide on both sides, and the wind is hanging in the sails.
Sea sun and the night,Jiangchu iri old year.
Where the township book reaches, it belongs to the side of Yan luoyang.
--Tang Wangwan, "Under the Mountain of Sub-Northern Gu"
The journey is beyond the green mountains, and the boat rides on the turquoise river waters. The tide rises, the river appears to be exceptionally open, and the wind raises the sails. The night has not yet faded, and a round of morning sun has jumped out of the river. The old year is not over, but the spring in Jiangnan has the breath of spring. The poet can't help but sigh, when will my letter to my family arrive? I hope that the geese who returned from the north can help me send it to Luoyang. The good mountains and rivers in his hometown are certainly worth appreciating, but the softest place in the heart will always be the hometown.
Before the arrival of the New Year, returning to my hometown is also a lot of emotions, and my heart is full of mixed feelings.
The east-west flow does not stop, day and wheel.
The residual snow is half water, and the breeze should be spring.
After several years of age in other countries, the number of people in their hometown has been reduced.
Looking back at Chang'an Road, ten years of empty and hard work.
- Tang Yu Yi, "Returning Home at Dusk"
At the end of the year, the poet returned to his hometown, the carriages and horses galloped, and what he saw along the way, the ice and snow gradually melted, revealing the news of spring. After wandering in other places for too long, there are fewer and fewer relatives and friends in my hometown. I can't help but look back at these years of wandering in Chang'an, ten years of efforts and efforts, it seems that there is no return. It's hard to put into words. But no matter what, as long as you return to your hometown, it is always good, and it makes people feel that everything is not too bad.
For the sake of life and dreams, we are wandering, and when we return to our hometown, we may be able to truly calm down and find our original selves.
Half a year of Chang'an guests are cold, and a whip returns to the old home mountain.
My wife and children asked me what had happened, and I bought a false name all over the world.
--Song Li Ruoshui, "Homecoming"
After wandering in Chang'an for half a year, the world is full of feelings, cold and warm self-knowledge, and at the end of the year, he raised his horse whip and could not wait to return to his hometown. When the wife met and asked the poet what he had done in these days, the poet could not help but be a little embarrassed, reality and dreams, there is always a big gap, but it is just to win some false names. Whether or not you have achieved your wishes, returning to your hometown, even if you are not returning home, makes people feel kind and happy.
It is not that we want to leave our hometown and be separated from our loved ones, but life urges us to go far away, but our hometown is always calling, especially when the old years are coming to an end.
The boy asked how late he was to return.
Whoever fights for years wins the sideburns.
- Don Du Mu, "Homecoming"
The poet returned home in a dusty manner, and the younger son took the corner of his coat and innocently asked, why did the father come back so late? The poet can't help but laugh at himself, who am I fighting with for the years, and won two sideburns! The vicissitudes of time, the difficulties of reality, how can we say it all? The childish words of children make the poet's mood both complicated, but also feel warm and simple happiness.
Even if it is two sideburns, as long as the parents are alive, they will always be children who are loved by someone.
My mother, Ben, is strong and has a faint eye this year.
Gu Pi is a guest, and You Xi reads Sun.
New lights for business, Sangma Old Mile Village.
Taiping customs are beautiful, and there is no need to close the firewood door.
- Yuan Wang Mian "Homecoming"
My mother was in good health, but this year she said she couldn't see clearly. She pitied me, the wanderer who had returned, and preferred her grandson who read. The houses are brightly lit and the village is full of mulberry linen. It is the peaceful and prosperous world, this peaceful village, even at night, do not have to close the door. Hometown always makes people feel at peace, and mother is hometown.
The year will be over, go home and reunite with your loved ones, and the year will be complete.
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 complain about the wind and dust.
——Qing Jiang Shiquan, "Arriving Home at the End of the Year"
The mother's love for her son is endless, and the son is the happiest time when he comes home. The cold clothes were tightly sewn, and the ink marks on the letters were still new. Seeing his son, pity his son is too thin, and feel that his son must not be easy outside. As a poet of his son, he could not help but feel ashamed and did not dare to complain about the hardships of wandering outside. When we grow up, in front of our parents, we always report good news and not bad news.
At the end of the year, people who have not returned home are full of thoughts about their hometown relatives, do not have to be sentimental, as long as you live well outside, the relatives of the hometown can also relax their hearts; and the friends who return to the hometown, whether the year is good or bad, and cherish this rare reunion time, like returning to childhood, in the arms of the hometown, in the love of relatives, carefree, enjoy the joy.
-Author-
Heyu, a woman who likes poetry, looks for beautiful details in the four seasons, and may time leave warm memories.